Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain: God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. IV. REDEMPTION. (S. M.) Job ix. 2-6. About before his Be just before his God! If he contend in righteousness, We sink beneath his rod. 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, 3 All-seeing, pow'rful God! Who can with thee contend? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 6 Ah, how shall guilty man THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink in conscious guilt and wo: 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine, Would cast my vaunting soul to Expose the foulness of its sin, [earth; And show the vileness of its worth.. 3 Ah, not like erring man is God, That men to answer him should dare; Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd, They helpless stand before his bar. 4 There, must a Mediator plead, Who, God and man, may both emWith God, for man to intercede, [brace; And offer man the purchas'd grace. 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain To be this Mediator crown'd: In Him, my soul, be cleans'd from stain, In Him thy righteousness be found! HYMN 15. (L. M.) LL glorious God, what hymns of Apraise Shall our transported voices raise! What ardent love and zeal are due, While heav'n stands open to our view! Once we were fall'n, and O how low! Just on the brink of endless wo; When Jesus, from the realnis above, Borne on the wings of boundless love, 3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night, And spread around his heav'nly light!" By him what wondrous grace is shown To souls impoverish'd and undone! 4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, A bright inheritance as ours; Where saints in light our coming wait, To share their holy, happy state. (C. M.) HYMN 16. SALVATION! O the joyful sound, Glad tidings to our ears, A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, 2 Salvation! buried once in sin, 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb, To Thee the praise belongs: Our hearts shall kindle at thy name Thy name inspire our songs. our Redeemer's glorious Name Awake the sacred song! may his love (immortal flame!) Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can What mortal tongue display! [reach Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and diel Was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for ine." 5 Omay the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue; Till strangers love thy charming name And join the sacred song. Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Titus iii. 4-7, MY grateful soul, for ever praise, For ever love his name, Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths Of folly, sin, and shame. ¿ Vain and presumptuous is the trust Which in our works we place: Salvation from a higher source Flows to our fallen race. 3 'Tis from the love of God, through Removes our dross, and love divine Who, from yon bright throne above 3 God, the merciful and good, 5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew; 4 Sing, my soul, adore his Name; And, justified by grace, We hope in glory to appear, Ho The heart unchang'd can never rise To happiness and God.. Let his glory be thy theme: Praise him till he calls thee home, Trust his love for all to come. Gr Harmonious to the ear, Heav'n with the echo shall resound, The will perverse, the passions blind, 2 Grace first contriv'd a way In paths of ruin stray: Reason debas'd can never find The safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a pow'r divine 5 To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live, A beam of heav'n, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give. To save rebellious man, 3 Grace guides my wandering feet 4 Grace all the work shall crown Through everlasting days; It lays in heav'n the topmost stone V. THE CHURCH. HYMN 24. (S. M.) LIKE Noah's weary dove, That soar'd the earth around, [ours,o a resting place above The cheerless waters found; 2 O cease, my wand'ring soul 6 O change these wretched hearts of HYMN 21. (C. M.) FATHER, to thee my soul I lift, On thee my hope depends, On restless wing to roam; 3 If e'er to bless thy sons 4 If e'er my heart forget Her welfare, or her wo, 5 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be giv'n, 6 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heav'nly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, The brightest glories earth can yield, NOT 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, 4 Behold the bless'd assembly there Whose names are writ in heav'n Hear God, the Judge of all, declare Their sins, through Christ, forgiva 5 Angels, and living saints, and deac But one communion make; All join in Christ, their vital Head, And of his love partake.. B HYMN 27. (S. M.) OLEST is the tie that binds 2 Before our Father's throne Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one- 3 We share our mutual woes, 4 When we at death must part, How keen, how deep the pain: But we shall still be join'd in heart, "And hope to meet again. 5 From sorrow, toil, and pain, W The Church in Glory. 7ITH joy shall I behold the day That calls my willing soul away To dwell among the blest : For lo! my great Redeemer's pow'r Unfolds the everlasting door, And points me to his rest. 2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes I view her mansions, that contain 4 The King a seat hath there prepar'd, High, on eternal base uprear'd, >For his eternal Son: His palaces with joy abound; 5 Mother of cities! o'er thy head Bright peace, with healing wings out1 For evermore shall dwell: [spread Let me, blest seat! my name behold 13 This is the homage he requires➡ Though humbledlong, awake at length, 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, THE LORD'S DAY. AWAKE, ye saints, awake, And hail this sacred day; In loftiest songs of praise Your joyful homage pay:" And vanquish'd all our foes: Heav'n with hosannas rings, Maintain thy glorious war: HYMN 31. *Let young and old rejoice: To him he vows and homage paid, Vinose service is our choice. This is the temple of the Lerd: How greadful is this place'i With meekness let us hear h With revenue seek his faro, word, The voice of praise and prayer, The soul's affections, hopes, desires, Ourselves and all we are. 4 While rich and poor for mercy call The Lord, the Maker of them all, Well pleas'd, through Jesus Christ his HYMN 32. (S. M.) 2 The King himself comes near HYMN 33. (L. M.) REAT God! this sacred day of thine GREAT God, sacres collected may our souls adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne' 12 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore; May wordly cares our bosoms fly, And where thou art intrude no more Omay thy grace our spirits move, And fix our minds on things above 3 Thy Spirit's pow'rful aid impart, loud exalted strains The King of glory praise; O'er heav'n and earth he reigns, Through everlasting days: 1 This people as thy own: Our supplicating cries; Now let our praise ascend 'Accepted to the skies: Now let thy gospel's joyful sound Till all who humbly seek thy face HYMN 36. (L. M.) HYMN 38. (III. 1.) Othy temple I repair; Lord, I love to worship there, 2 While the pray'rs of saints ascend, 3 While I hearken to thy law, 4 While thy ministers proclaim I have walk'd with God to-day." FAR from my thoughts, vain world, A Which, through thy grace, we be gone, Let my religious hours alone: 3 When I can say that God is mine, When I can see thy glories shine, HYMN 37. (L. M.) M The dawn of thy returning day; Y op'ning eyes with rapture see My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, Nor would receive another guest; And drive each carnal thought away; now have heard; O may the precious seed take root, HYMN 40. (III. 5.) O refresh us Trav'lling through this wilderness! With us evermore be found! |