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T: 14 WE sing to God, whose tender love Not all the angels of the sky, Caus'd him to leave his throne above, Nor happy saints above, To dwell with sinful worms below, Have greater cause to praise than I And save them from eternal woe. The Saviour's dying love. 2 On fallen men he cast his eye,
2 Had I an angel's heav'nly tongue, In depths of mis’ry saw them lie; Or seraphs melody, Pity'd their state, résolv'd to come,
Mytheme should be his praise, who hung And suffer freely in their room. Upon the cross for me. 3 A mortal body he assum'd,
3 For thee he hangs ! my soul, rejoice; Groan’d, bled and dy'd, and was en
For thee, my soul, expires; tomb'd;
Then sing his love with thankful voice, At length, the work thus finished, Sing what his love inspires. He rose triumphant from the dead. 4 Till fleeting time shall have an end, 4 To heav'n's bright realms he took
And years shall cease to roll, his flight,
Due praise shall from his church ascend,
And spread from pole to pole. Beyond the reach of mortal sight; There pleads with God for ransom'd 5 How sweet the precious gospel sounds
In the believer's ear! men, Thence will in glory come again.
This balsam heals his cank'ring
wounds, 5 To Jesus, our exalted Head,
And dries each ansious tear.
6. But tears of joy must ever flow
For Jesus' wondrous love, Our tongues shall evermore proclaim.
And when I leave this world below,
I'll sing his praise above. 572. T. 14.
574. T. 595 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name! 2 Jesus, the name that charmsour fears, That bids our sorrows cease;
2 Sing of his dying love, In the
Sing of his rising pow'r: contrite sinners' ears, poor 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
Sing how he intercedes above
For us whose sins he bore, 3 His grace subdues the pow'r of sin, 3 Ye pilgrims on the road He sets the pris'ners free;
To Zion's city, sing !
In Christ, th'eternal King! 4 He speaks, and listning to his voice 4 Soon shall we hear him
say, New life the dead receive;
" Ye blessed children, come !" The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, Soon will he call us hence away, The humble poor believe.
To our eternal home. 5 Hear him,yedeaf; his praise, ye dumb, 5 There shall our raptur'd tongues Your loosen'd tongues employ;
His endless praise proclaim; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come; And sweeter voices tune the song And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Of Moses and the Lamb.
675. T. 595.
T. 155 To God the only wise,
THOU, my Light, my Leading-star, Our Saviour and our King,
Who hast kindly me directed,
When thy mercies, daily new,
I review, 2 'Tis his alınighty love,
In the dust I fall before thee, His counsel and his care,
Lost in wonder I adore thee, Preserves us safe from sin and death, They are great, yea numberless.
And ev'ry hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls Unblemish'd and complete,
580. Before the glory of his face,
IN humble, grateful lays, With joys divinely great.
The Lord :||: of hosts we praise, 4 Once all the chosen race
His saving name confess;
Amen, Hallelujah !
2 Praise to the slaughter'd Lamb!
His love ::: we will proclaim, 576. T. 83.
Who dy'd, us to redeem; Now with joyful songs appear,
Let ev'ry being that hath breath,
Extol his meritorious death, And with humble adoration, 'Fore the Lord, he's always near
From angels and from men,
To the Lamb slain
All honour doth pertain.
T. 39. IN joyful hymns of praise,
O THAT we with gladness of spirit Like one man, sweetly raise
for ever Voices quite united ;
Adored and praised our crucify'd ŞaWith your liturgic lays
viour! Your Saviour is delighted;
O might each pulsation thanksgiving He'll with gracious ear
express, Your thanksgiving hear,
And each breath we draw be an anFeel that he is near!
them of praise !
2 The Lamb, who by blood our salvaWHEN all thy mercies, Lord, to mind tion obtained,
Took on him our curse, and death freeAstonislı'd at thy feet we humbly fall. ly sustained, Grant us still in future, thy kind di- Is worthy of praises, let with one acrection,
cord, Till in us all the aim of thy election All people say Amen, O praise ye tlie Be quite obtain'd.
To Jesus Christ, our gracious Lord; Hallelujah!
Bless, bless his name with one accord. Let heav'n and earth reply, Amen!
Of PRAYER and SUPPLICATION.
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THIS yields me joy, THE love of Christ to me is greater far That God in his compassion, Than outwardly it doth to man appear; Doth not reject my pray'r and suppliWhen I before him my complaints cation, make known,
But graciously He sympathizeth with them as his own. Regards my poverty; 2 I know that in myself I have no
Thatwith unweary'd patience he is ready
At all times, to attend to me his child pow'r,
most needy, But 'tis thro' mercy I must live each
And to relieve my wants is nigh, hour; His precious death doth strength to me This yields me joy! afford,
2 Long as I live, Thus I can all things do, thro' Christ The promises of Jesus
I'll to myself apply, to me they're pre
cious; 3 As oft as I approach the holy place, When I to him And bow 'fore him, by whom I live My faithful Saviour cleave, thro' grace,
And pond'ring on his wonders kneel Then graciously he answers my request, before him, And thus my troubled heart is sooth'd Praise him with tears of joy, and in to rest.
the dust adore him,
I of his love fresh proofs receive, 4 He is my All, my Sacrifice and Priest,
While here I live.
3 I'm well assur'd His am I both in body and in soul,
His love to me is tender;. Me neither sin, nor Šatan can control. Therefore I now my all to him surrender;
He's merciful, 5 I daily drink the healing streams of A kind forgiving Lord; grace,
Tho'l may not immediately experience And gain new strength to run my fu- The succour which I ask, i'll wait with
faith and patience, He sheds abroad in me his love divine, For he at last will help afford, I know that I am his, and he is mine. I'm well assur'd.
turë race ;
4 Praise ye the Lord,
3 Grant me a harmless, dove-like mind,
I labor constantly
Endow'd with spirit's poverty, Where'er we are, to him ourselves ad- From ev'ry hurtful influence freed.
dressing In pray'r, we surely shall not fail to 4 In peace with all may I be found, share his blessing;
Clearly thy gospel-truth propound, We therefore sing with one accord:
In praying faithful be; Praise the Lord !
A share in others' welfare take, ye
The schemes and plots of Satan break,
Fast bound unto thy church and thee.
5 Presence of mind on me bestow, QUITE alone, and yet not lonely, A readiness O may I show I'll converse with God
Friend, To execute thy will ;
I my time in pray'r will spend. Partaking of thy flesh and blood, 2 O how blessed are the moments,
My soul with thy love's ardor fill. When the Lord himself draws near, 6 May I be serious, childlike too, When I feel his gracious presence, In all essentials firm and true; And he listens to my pray’r!
Give me a trusty ear;
A constant, genuine brother's heart, 586. T. 14.
To sympathize with ev'ry smart, MANY complaints to Christ I can
And gladly others' burdens bear. Ev'n by a sigh relate,
7 In converse make me tractable Which I can't represent to man,
And mild, in storms invincible, They are too delicate.
And never prone to yield;
May I maintain incessantly: 587. T. 16.
A tender fellowship with thee,
From day to day by grace upheld. NE’ER dejected—unaffected
8 Thy unction O may I obey, May I walk before thee here;
And tread the pilgrim's rugged way, What distresses--or oppresses,
shun no toil; Pouring in thy faithful ear.
In all my senses render me
Well exercis'd, and let be
Anointed with thy gladd’ning oil. WITH ardent longing, at thy feet, 9 What for myself I thus request, Lord Jesus Christ, I humbly wait, That
pray I also for the rest O lend a gracious ear
Of those, who cheerfully, Unto my manifold complaints; Go forth salvation to proclaim I trust thou wilt relieve
wants, Thro' faith in thy most holy name, And deign thy needy chíld to hear.
Wherever they are sent by thee. 2 Grant me an upright simple heart, 10 O Father, me with pleasure own A cheerful mind to me impart, The dear-bought purchase of thy Son; Free from sin's galling load ;
O Spirit, bless thou me, O may I of my sinfulness
Guide and protect me thy child; Always retain a consciousness, Lord Christ, who me hast reconcil'de
But not serve sin ; forbid it, God! Preserve me thine eternally.
T. 36. 2 O may he so sensibly LORD Jesus Christ, thy body's Head That we, in humility,
Bless us with his grace and favor, and Saviour, On us, thy children, deign to look in May he, in his mercy, grant
May rejoice in him, our Saviour; favor;
All we weep for, all we want, Our grateful hearts with thanks are overflowing, Before thee bowing. 3 May his presence constantly
Yield us joy and consolation, 2 What peace do we derive, what In the certain hope that he consolation,
Will regard our supplication, What strength from thy atoning death Grant our pray'rs, and much more give and passion!
Than we're worthy to receive. Impress’d with holy rev'rence, we a.
4 This be our supreme delight, dore thee, And fall before thee.
To remain in closest union 3 Thy goodness, as thy pow'r, is past With our Lord, both day and night, expression;
And enjoy his sweet communion; We trust, that thou, whene'er with This our heav'n, while here we stay, supplication
Him to love, serve and obey.
our profession, Who at God's right-hand makest in- Dost minister ! thy church supply
With incense for her pray'r; tercession, And by thy pow'rful pray’rs to help Grant to us all a cheerful heart; the needy
Art ever ready. A burning, steady light impart,
Defended from all noxious air. 5 The many drops of blood' which from thee flowed,
2 Lord, give us an attentive ear, The streams of tears, which oft thy
Which may thy voice distinctly hear, cheeks bedewed,
An eye to view thee still; Are all in our behalf for mercy plead-And priestly lips to tell thy praise,
And feet earth's rugged craggy ways And interceding ing
To traverse, without fearing ill. 6 O may thy'church before thee bloom 3 Our hands for blessing hallow'd be, like flowers,
Our bodies temples be to thee, Unto thy praise, thro' thy atonement's
Our souls enjoy thy peace; powers; Yea, glorify thy name in us, dear Sa. Grant us, thy still small voice to hear,
A breeze divine our spirits cheer, viour, Both now and ever!
Unknown, save to thy flock of grace.
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T. 79. FLOCK of Christ, in fellowship
O MAY the God of mercies, Offer fervent supplication,
Who perfecteth his praises Whether to rejoice, or weep,
Out of the sucklings' mouth, We may now have most occasion; Grant us so blest a feeling When the lips no more can pray,
Of his most gracious dealing, Sighs will find to him their way. That we adorę his grace and truth!