*Now, my Saviour, Now, my Saviour, Now, my ut - most Sa-viour, come. 2 By the tenderness that wept 3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; 4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; Come, and welcome. FROM the cross uplifted high, 174-a. Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravish'd ear:Love's redeeming work is doneCome and welcome, sinner, come! 2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne- 12 PARK PLACE. 3d P. M. (162) S. B. POND 1. The Lord Je ho- vah reigns, His throne is built 94 garments he as-sumes Are light and majesty: His glories shine with beams so bright, No mor tal eye can bear the sight. 77 Greatness and condescension of God. 2 The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe; His wrath and justice stand To guard his holy law; And where his love resolves to bless, 3 Through all his mighty works I love his Name, I love his word; Who lengthens out our trials here, On our dead souls was found; Yet doth he us in mercy spare, Another and another year. 3 When justice bared the sword Cried,-Let it still alone: From God obtain' the grace, Who therefore hath bestow'd On us a longer space; Thou didst in our behalf appear, And, lo! we see another year. 5 Then dig about the root; Break up our fallow ground; And let our gracious fruit To thy great praise abound; O let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear. dai ly, thro' thy word, increase Thy blood - be - sprinkled wit - ness · es. Your Head to glorify, With all his saints ascend: 4 The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive, 5 Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome ́ sound: May we be watching found: And when thou dost the heavens bow, Be found-as, Lord, thou find'st us now 14 19: 1. Come on, my part-ners in distress, My com-rades through the wil-der-ness, 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints' secure abode; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 3 Who suffer with our Master here, And by his side sit down; The cross, shall wear the crown. It brings to life the dead: Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 5 That great mysterious Deity, Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, The love of Jesus. JESUS, thou soul of all our joys, For whom we now lift up our voice, Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim; 2 While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design, Thy glory, not our own:- 3 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, Thy harmonizing Name. 4 With calmly reverential joy, O let us all our lives employ In setting forth thy love; And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing, with all the heavenly choir, That endless song above. 575 Prayer for power over temptation. HYMNS. 15 167-c. 411 Pleading the Saviour's vicarious sacrifice. 164-b. HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, The sacred watchfulness impart, 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm; And show the danger near: 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gath'ring frown, And feel thy warning eye; And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,— O save me, or I die. 4 If near the pit I rashly stray, Before I wholly fall away, The keen conviction dart; 5 In me thine utmost mercy show, 941 The pilgrim's happy lot. HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot; How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. 2 This happiness in part is mine, From every creature love; And seeks the things above. 3 There is my house and portion fair; 4 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies; And claim my heavenly rest! AUTHOR of faith, to thee I cry, 165-α. To thee, who wouldst not have me die, Open mine eyes to see thy face; 2 Shut up in unbelief, I groan, 3 I know the work is only thine; But, if on thee we call, 4 Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in,- The blessing seek and find: Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and have; 5 Be it according to thy word; |