Stretch out thine arm, all-conqu’ring King,
Our ruling sins subdue :
Drive every idol from his seat,
And form our souls anew.
HYMN 182. L. M.
I SHOULD aspire to joys on high,
But fasten'd to the earth I lie;
Unruly passions vex my breast,
And anxious cares disturb my rest.
If now and then some gleams of light
Poured on my soul, dispel the night,—
Short as a winter's day, how soon
My sun goes down, almost at noon!
Sometimes I stretch my wings to rise
Above the earth, to reach the skies;
But fettered by corruption's chain,
I waver, faint, and fall again.
O Lord, the bright assurance give
Of things unseen, that I may live;
And walk by faith, till faith in sight
Is lost amidst eternal light.
HYMN 183. P. M.
HOPE in Christ our Lord possessing,
Let us raise to him a psalm;
Glory, honor, power and blessing
Be for ever to the Lamb.
In the midst of yonder throne
Lo! he stands, and reigns alone.
Praise the Lamb: his love unbounded
Is the theme of praise in heaven:
are founded;
„¿ was given !
, the crown:
ernal throne.
who lived as strangers
arth-we hope to be;
à, from fear, from dangers,
ro' eternity.
Hope to see the Lamb, ever praise his name.
HYMN 184. c. M.
shall I never be
y grounded upon thee?
in faith I seem this hour,
pt the next of all my power.
ant, and root, and fix in me
the mind, that was in thee:
ettled peace I then shall find
When I am renewed in mind.
Grant that ev'ry moment I
May believe, and feel thee nigh ;
Steadfastly behold thy face,
Stablished with abiding grace.
HYMN 185.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows:
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose.
Lo, such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet
Is upward drawn to God.
dies the rose beneath the hill,
oon lilies must decay,—
id soon our life, now fair and still,
In storms may pass away.
O God, dependant on thy breath,
We seek thy grace alone;
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, Keep us, in Christ, thine own.
HYMN 186. P. M.
O GOD, thy saving grace impart,
And deeply on each serious heart
Eternal things impress;
Give us to feel their solemn weight,
To tremble at our awful state,
And wake to righteousness.
Before us place, in dread array,
The scene of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come;
Oh, may we now ourselves prepare
To stand before thine awful bar,
And hear our endless doom.
Be this our one great object here,
With godly jealousy and fear
To make our calling sure;
Thine ut most counsel to fulfil,
To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
HYMN 187. s. M.
THE fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears;
The further it pursues its
The nobler it appears.
On his death our hopes are founded;
For our sins his life was given !
His the sceptre : his the crown:
His yon bright eternal throne.
There, with all who lived as strangers
While on earth-we hope to be;
Free from toil, from fear, from dangers,
Happy thro' eternity.
There we hope to see the Lamb,
And for ever praise his name.
HYMN 184.
JESUS, shall I never be
Firmly grounded upon thee?
Strong in faith I seem this hour,
Stript the next of all my power.
Plant, and root, and fix in me
All the mind, that was in thee:
Settled peace I then shall find
When I am renewed in mind.
Grant that ev'ry moment I
May believe, and feel thee nigh;
Steadfastly behold thy face,
'Stablished with abiding grace.
HYMN 185.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows:
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose.
Lo, such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod ;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet
Is upward drawn to God.
Soon dies the rose beneath the hill,
Soon lilies must decay,—
And soon our life, now fair and still,
In storms may pass away.
O God, dependant on thy breath,
We seek thy grace alone;
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, Keep us, in Christ, thine own.
HYMN 186. P. M.
O GOD, thy saving grace impart,
And deeply on each serious heart
Eternal things impress;
Give us to feel their solemn weight,
To tremble at our awful state,
And wake to righteousness.
Before us place, in dread array,
The scene of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come;
Oh, may we now ourselves prepare
To stand before thine awful bar,
And hear our endless doom.
Be this our one great object here,
With godly jealousy and fear
To make our calling sure;
Thine ut most counsel to fulfil,
To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
HYMN 187. s. M.
THE fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears; The further it pursues its course,
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