893 C. M Grateful praise for delivering mercy. O Saviour, do not now disdain 2 Since thou a pitying ear didst give, 3 Pale death, with all his ghastly train, 4 To thee, O Lord of life, we pray'd, O save, in our distress we said,- 5 How good thou art! how large thy grace! How ready to forgive! Thy mercies crown our fleeting days; 6 Our eyes no longer drown'd in tears, Redeem'd from death and guilty fears, 894 All things in Christ. HOU very-present aid TH In suff'ring and distress; S. M. The mind which still on thee is stay'd, Is kept in perfect peace. 2 The soul by faith reclined On the Redeemer's breast, 'Mid raging storms, exults to find An everlasting rest. 3 Sorrow and fear are gone, 4 It hallows every cross; 5 Jesus, to whom I fly, 6 Stripp'd of each earthly friend, And peace and joy which never end, And heaven, in Christ, begun. HOW S. M. O thou most gracious Lord! 2 How gentle was the rod 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's love we knew: 'Mid tears of penitence we knelt, And found his promise true. 4 Now will we bless the Lord, And in his strength confide: Jehovah ever be adored, There is no God beside. 896 C. M. The benefit of affliction. ORD, when to thee my sinking soul Thy mercy did my griefs control, 2 How oft, when dark misfortune's band 3 The tempest that obscured the sky From earthly care and sensual joy, 4 Affliction's blast hath made me learn And humbly seek, with deep concern, 5 Then rage, ye storms; ye billows, rcar; My heart defies your shock: Ye make me cling to God the more,-- 897 Delivering grace celebrated. C. M. LORD, thou hast heard thy servants cry, And rescued from the grave; Now shall we live-for none can die 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill our daily breath; Thy hand, that hath chastised us sore, 3 Here, with the' assembly of thy saints, Our cheerful voice we raise; Here we have told thee our complaints, REJOICING: IN COMMUNION WITH GOD. 898 0 C. M. Praises to the incarnate Son. 2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyrcs, Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs, 899 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks. REJOICE, the Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 4 He sits at God's right hand And fall beneath his feet; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 5 He all his foes shall quell, With pure seraphic joy; 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, To their eternal home; We soon shall hear the' archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound,-Rejoice! 900 HOME, ye Glory begun below. that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, Who never knew our God, 2 The God that rules on high, This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; S. M. He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. |