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2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all the adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let ev'ry list'ning saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
3 Whate'er this living world contains,
That wings the air, or treads the plains,
United praise bestow;
Ye tenants of the ocean wide,
Proclaim him through the mighty tide,
And in the deeps below.
4 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heavenly praise employ ;
Spread His tremendous Name around,
While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy.
HYMN 118. C. M.
Providence of God.
GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
HYMN 119. P. M. 57.
The Heavenly Rest.
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above in heaven.
2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even,
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose, in heaven.
3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.
4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all's serene in heaven.
5 These fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given,
There rays divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb,
Appears the dawn of heaven.
HYMN 120. 8, 7. & 4 M. 67.
GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams shall flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside:
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side,
Songs of praises,
I will for ever give to thee.
HYMN 121. 11s M.
Consolations of the Gospel.
HOW gracious the promise, ow soothing the word,
That came from the lips of our merciful Lord;
Ye lone and ye weary, ye sad and opprest,
Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest.
2 Ye heart-stricken sons and daughters of wo,
For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow;
Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite
His yoke it is easy, his burden is light.
3 And ye that have sinned and have wandered astray,
Come walk in the "light and the truth and the way."
Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart,
For meek was your Master and lowly of heart.
4 Now thanks be to him who hath given us light;
The way of the Christian is easy and bright;
And humbly, when touched by the chastening rod,
He bows to the will of his Father and God.
5 When life's stream flows feebly, and faint is his breath,
And his perishing body yields slowly to death,
No fear of the future brings darkness or gloom,
No cloud of despair overshadows the tomb.
6 Believing in Jesus, and trusting in God,
He fears not to walk where his Saviour hath trod,
Before him the waves of eternity roll.
He enters and Christ shall give rest to his soul.
[S. F. Streeter.
As showers on meadows newly mown
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Awake our souls, with rapture sing
Almighty maker, God
Above, below, where'er I
Before Jehovah's awful throne
Begone the reign of sin and death
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning
Behold the Prince of peace, He comes
Bread of Heaven! on thee I feed
But who shall see the glorious day
Behold the sun, how bright
Begin my soul, the exalted lay
Come weary souls, with sins distressed
Come sound his praise abroad
Come thou long expected Jesus
Come thou Almighty King
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove
Come, children, learn to fear the Lord
Come ye disconsolate, where'er you languish
Death cannot make our souls afraid
Eternal source of every joy
Every perfect gift and blessing
Eat, drink, in memory of your friend
From all that dwell below the skies
Father of all, omniscient mind
Far from these scenes of night
For me, O Lord, whatever lot
Fair charity, who from above
Great parent! oh, direct our ways
Give to our God immortal praise
Great God, the heavens' well ordered frame
God, my king, thy might confessing