CCXII. SAVIOUR, LEAD US. Air, Austrian Hymn. J. SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us! Thou from cruel chains hast freed us; Cheer us all our journey through. 2. Through a desert waste and cheerless Though our destined journey lie; Render'd by Thy presence fearless, We may every ill defy. Nought shall move us, When we see our Saviour nigh. 3. When we halt, no track discov'ring: O'er our path Thy pillar hov'ring, So we shall not miss our way. 4. When we hunger, Thou wilt feed us; Manna shall our camp surround: Faint Faint and thirsty, Thou wilt heed us; Watchful in their Saviour found! CCXIII. A PARTING HYMN. See Numb. vi. 22, 27. Air, Austrian Hymn. 1. LORD! dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with sacred peace ; Let us, each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace: O, refresh us Travelling through this wilderness ! 2. Thanks we give and adoration For thy gospel's joyful sound: May the fruits of Thy salvation In our alter'd lives abound. May Thy presence With us evermore be found! 3. So, whene'er the signal's given, Reign with Thee in cloudless day! CCXIV. THE HEAVENLY CANAAN. Kelly. 1. METHINKS I stand upon the rock 2. Their toils have almost reach'd a close, Ev'n now its rising hills are seen Where Israel soon shall stand. Thy Shield! He guards thee from the foe; 4. Sweet hope! it makes the coward brave; It makes a freeman of the slave, And bids the sluggard rise: It lifts poor worms of earth on high, CCXV. COME, HOLY SPIRIT. Air, Gosport, Bethesda Collection. 1. COME, Holy Spirit, come; 2. Convince us more of sin; And lead to Jesu's blood; 3. 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, To pour fresh life on every part, 4. Revive our drooping faith ; Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breasts the flame 5. Cheer our desponding souls With visitations sweet: Give us to lie, with humble hope, At our Redeemer's feet. CCXVI. THE VOICE OF WISDOM. Prov. i. 20-31. dir, 53rd Psalm, Mel. Suc. 1. IN streets, and openings of the gates, Thus heavenly Wisdom lifts her voice, 2. 'How long, ye scorners of the truth, How long shall fools their folly love, 3. 'The time will come, when humbled low, In sorrow's evil day, Your voice by anguish shall be taught, 4. When, like a whirlwind, o'er the deep Comes Desolation's blast: Prayers then extorted shall be vain ; 6 5. O turn, at last, at my reproof: And, in that happy hour, His bless'd effusions on your heart |