HYMNS AND TUNES DUKE STREET. L. M. (51) J. HATTON. 1. From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Cre - a - tor's praise a rise; Let the Re-deem -er's name be sung, Thro' every land, by every tongue. FROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring; And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 4 In every land begin the song; To every land the strains belong; 3 The dictates of thy sov'reign will With joy our grateful hearts receive; All thy delight in us fulfil; Lo, all we are to thee we give. 4 To thy sure love, thy tender care, 969 AN Dedication: The tokens of His 61-b. grace. ND will the great eternal God 2 These walls we to thy honour raise; 2 The song of Moses and the Lamb. AWAKE, and sing the song. Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's Name. 2 Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising power; 3 Ye pilgrims, on the road To our eternal home. 5 There shall each raptured tongue 4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march 5 Lord, may that holier day 286 Our debt paid upon the cross. 149--a. Through all the gospel shine! 2 Down from his throne on high, 3 The debt that sinners owed, Then through the clouds ascends to God, 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise. 4 There our High Priest appears, 5 Great Sov'reign, we adore MORNINGTON. S. M. (138) 9 MORNINGTON. 1. Thou Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar With holy joy 1108 The solemn midnight cry. THOU Judge of quick and dead, With holy joy or guilty dread, 143-b. And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray: 2 To pray and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown, When, robed in majesty and power, Thoa shalt from heaven come down, The' immortal Son of man, To judge the human race, With all thy Father's dazzling train, With all thy glorious grace. 3 To damp our earthly joys, To' increase our gracious fears, Ye dead, the Judge is come; Obedient to thy word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord. O may we thus ensure A lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure An everlasting rest. Myself, my residue of days, 2 Thy ransom'd servant, I 603 Morning: The day-star from on 134-d high. WE lift our hearts to thee, O Day-star from on high! The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 O let thy rising beams The night of sin disperse,- 3 How beauteous nature now; 4 O may no gloomy crime Or Jesus' blood, like evening dew, 5 May we this life improve, 10 4 1. O disclose ZADOC. 6th P. M. (175) FROM MANHATTAN COLL. BY PERMISSION. thy love-ly face! Quicken all my droop-ing powers; Gasps my fainting soul for grace, As a thirsty land for showers : ten, Lord, no more de - lay; Come, my Sa- viour, come a HEARTS of stone, relent, relent! Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; See his body mangled, rent, 176-b. Stain'd and cover'd with his blood! Sinful soul, what hast thou done? Crucified the' eternal Son. 2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed; 3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain? And the shameful cross renew? No; with all my sins I'll part; Saviour, take my broken heart. |