Infinite lengths beyond the bounds, Where stars revolve their little rounds. 2 Not heav'n thy presence can contain, Nor heav'n of heav'ns thy power restrain: Thee, while the first archangel sings, He veils his face beneath his wings.
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too. From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, And babes have learnt to lisp thy name: But, oh! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
HYMN XXXIX. (L. M.)
1 BLEST be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joys above, And rills of comfort here below.
2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardou and life for dying souls.
3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who in our hearts of sin and woe Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, we adore; That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore.
HYMN XL. (P. M. 148th.)
I GIVE immortal praise To God the Father's love, For all my comforts here, And better hopes above: He sent his own eternal Son
To die for sins that map had done.
To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood From everlasting woe;
And now he lives, and now he reigns, And sees the fruit of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit's name Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live: His work completes the great design, And fills the soul with joy divine.
Almighty God! to thee
Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails with all her powers, There faith prevails and love adores.
1 FATHER of heav'n! whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy pard'ning love extend. 2 Almighty Son! Incarnate Word! Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord! Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy saving grace extend.
3 Eternal Spirit! by whose breath The soul is rais'd from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quick'ning power extend. 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son; Mysterious Godhead! Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend!
HYMN XLII. (P. M. Hotham.)
1 HOLY, Holy, Holy Lord! Self-existent Deity,
By the hosts of heav'n ador'd, Teach us how to worship thee. All perfection dwells in thee, Though to us obscurely known; Three in One, and One in Three, Great Jehovah, God alone!
2 Glorious thou in holiness,
Father, didst thy rights maintain; Truth and grace at once express, When thine only Son was slain. Here is deepest wisdom seen; Here the richest stores of grace: Mildest love, and vengeance keen; Oh, how bright their mingled rays! 3 Fearful thou in praises too, Glorious Saviour, slaughter'd Lamb! We with joy and wonder view All thy glory, all thy shame! Be thy death the death of sin; Be thy life the sinner's plea; Save me, teach me, rule within,— Prophet, Priest, and King to me. 4 Wonder-working Spirit! thine Is the saving grace we sing:
Set on us thy seal divine; Safely to thy kingdom bring: To our souls thy glory shew; Shed abroad a Saviour's love: Fill us with thy peace below; Lead us to thy joys above.
[PSALMS 5, 19, 27, 42, 48, 63, 65, 84, 87, 89, 92, 95, 99, 118, 122, 132, 150.-HYMNS 19, 33.]
HYMN XLIII. (s. M.)
WELCOME, Sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may meet, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day within the place
Where thou, my God, hast been, Is better than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this,
And gladly sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
HYMN XLIV. (L. M.)
1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath bless'd.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds; Provides an antepast of heav'n,
And gives this day the food of sev'n.
3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from heav'n that sweet repose, Which none, but he that feels it, knows! 4 This holy calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away: How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
I THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above: To that our longing souls aspire With cheerful hope and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs, That warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above: Oh, may our souls that rest attain From sin, from sorrow, and from pain!
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