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271

9:53

fed.

767

SON

Weak and helpless.

ON of God, thy blessing grant; Still supply my every want; Tree of life, thine influence shed: From thy fulness I am fed.

2 Tend'rest branch, alas! am I,—
Wither without thee and die;
Weak as helpless infancy:
O confirm my soul in thee!
3 Unsustain'd by thee, I fall;
Send the help for which I call:
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I every moment need.

4 All my hopes on thee depend;
Love me, save me to the end;
Give me persevering grace;
Take the everlasting praise.

SINNERS, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands;
Asks the work of his own hands,—
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?

2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live.
Will ye let him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again?

Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?

3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love.
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die?

934 Partnership of the saints in light.
JESUS is our common Lord;

He our loving Saviour is;
By his death to life restored,
Misery we exchange for bliss ;-
Bliss to carnal minds unknown;

( 'tis more than tongue can tell; Only to believers shown,

Glorious and unspeakable.

2 Christ, our Brother and our Friend, Shows us his eternal love: Never shall our triumphs end,

Till we take our seats above. Let us walk with him in white; For our bridal day prepare; For our partnership in light,For our glorious meeting there.

1023

ETH

God's goodness crowns the year.

TERNAL Source of every joy,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
2 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
3 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With opening light and evening shade.
5 O may our more harmonious tongue
In worlds unknown pursue the song;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.

1105

HE

E comes! He comes! the Judge severe !
The seventh trumpet speaks him near
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!

2 From heaven angelic voices sound:
See the almighty Jesus crown'd:
Girt with omnipotence and grace,
And glory decks the Saviour's face.

Descending on his great white throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
4 Shout, all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High;
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
Forever and forever reigns.

995

AR

RM of the Lord, awake, awake!
Put on thy strenth-the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
I am Jehovah-God alone:

Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.

3 No more let creature blood be spilt-
Vain sacrifice for human guilt!
But to each conscience be applied
The blood that flow'd from Jesus' side.

4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim,
In every land, of every name;
Let adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.

W Hush'd with a word the raging storm,

HEN power divine in mortal form

In soothing accents Jesus said,—
Lo, it is I; be not afraid.

So when in silence nature sleeps,
And lonely watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

3 God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worın:
No creature is by him forgot

Of those who know, or know him not.

4 And when the last dread hour shall come, And shudd'ring nature wait her doom, This voice shall wake the pious dead,— Lo, it is I; be not afraid.

The Physician needed.

58-b.

THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear, Thy words to hear, thy power to feel,Suffer a sinner to draw near,

And graciously receive me still.

2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have;

But I am sick, and want thine aid,

And wait thine utmost power to save.

3 Thy power, and truth, and love divine, The same from age to age endure: A word, a gracious word of thine,

The most invet'rate plague can cure.

4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies,
And long hath languish'd at the pool:
A word of thine shall make it rise,
And speak me in a moment whole.

809

Reverential joy and filial fear. 70-a.

IF, Lord, I have acceptance found
With thee, or favour in thy sight,
Still with thy grace and truth surround.
And arm me with thy Spirit's might.

2 O may I hear thy warning voice,
And timely fly from danger near;
With rev'rence unto thee rejoice,

And love thee with a filial fear:
3 Still hold my soul in second life,
And suffer not my feet to slide:
Support me in the glorious strife,
And comfort me on every side.

4 O give me faith, and faith's increase
Finish the work begun in me;
Preserve my soul in perfect peace,
And let me always rest on thee.

274

S. B. POND.

ing power; Power

ASK the gift of righteousness,

The sin-subduing power;

Power to believe, and go in peace,
And never grieve thee more.

2 I ask the blood-bought pardon seal'd,
The liberty from sin,

The grace infused, the love reveal'd,
The kingdom fix'd within.

3 Thou hear'st me for salvation pray;
Thou seest my heart's desire;
Made ready in thy powerful day,
Thy fulness I require.

4 My restless soul cries out, oppress'd,
Impatient to be freed;

Nor can I, Lord, nor will I rest,

Till I am saved indeed.

5 Thou canst, thou wilt, I dare believe, So arm me with thy power,

That I to sin may never cleave,-
May never feel it more.

160 Jesus reigning, and interceding for 76-b.

sinners.

SEE Jesus rising from the grave;
Behold him raised on high;

He pleads his merits there, to save
Transgressors doom'd to die.

? There, on a glorious throne, he reigns; And, by his power divine,

Redeems us from the slavish chains

Of Satan and of sin.

3 Thus saved, may we with joy appear In heaven before his face;

And, with the blest assembly there,
Sing his redeeming grace.

957

OUR

Communion with saints in heaven.

UR old companions in distress
We haste again to see,

And eager long for our release,
And full felicity.

84-c

LORD of my life, O may thy praise
Employ my noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours.

2 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains and woes,
In gentle sleep I closed my eyes,
And undisturb'd repose.

3 O let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defend.

4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

275

ENGLISH.

9:64 4

903

MY

Triumphant joy.

Y God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights:-

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss,

If Jesus shows his mercy mine,
And whispers I am his.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise my Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Would bear me conqu'ror through.
690

Revelation welcomed and dis-
seminated.

87-c.

HAIL, sacred truth! whose piercing rays
Dispel the shades of night;
Diffusing o'er a ruin'd world

The healing beams of light.

2 Thy word, O Lord, with friendly aid,
Restores our wand'ring feet;
Converts the sorrows of the mind
To joys divinely sweet.

3 O send thy light and truth abroad,
In all their radiant blaze;

And bid the' admiring world adore
The glories of thy grace.

THIS

79-1

HIS day the Lord hath call'd his own;
Let us his praise declare,

Fix our desires on him alone,

And seek his face with prayer.

2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice,
Which sets the sinner free,

And, with united heart and voice,
Devote these hours to thee.

3 Now let the world's delusive things
No more our thoughts employ,
But faith be taught to stretch her wings,
Tow'rd heaven's unfailing joy.

4 O let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord,
Be to our welfare blest;
The purest comfort here afford,
And fit us for our rest.