EMMAUS. C. M. (80) C. M. (80) FROM THE PSALMODIST. 321 1. See, Jesus, thy dis- ci - ples see; The prom-ised blessing give; 4 Met in thy naine, we look to thee, Expecting to receive. 34 The promised blessing. SEE, Jesus, thy disciples see; 2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord, We wait, according to thy word, 3 With us thou art assembled here, Son of the living God, appear! Let us thy presence feel. 4 Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day, And these dry bones shall live; Speak peace into our hearts, and say, The Holy Ghost receive. 5 Whom now we seek,. O may we meet, Jesus, the crucified; Show us thy bleeding hands and feet, 6 Cause us the record to receive- ND can I yet delay Ay cattle alt derive? To tear my soul from earth away 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield; I can hold out no more: My friends, my all, resign: 4 Come, and possess me whole, 5 My one desire be this, Thy only love to know; To seek and taste no other bliss,- 6 My life, my portion thou; My hope, my heavenly treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart. 669 For victory in the dying hour. 132-c. WHEN on the brink of death My trembling soul shall stand, Stands ready to depart; And the last sigh that shakes the frame Shall rend this bursting heart ;— 3 Thou Source of joy supreme, 4 Lay thy supporting hand 5 Leaning on Jesus' breast, HYMNS. 1068 Solemn thoughts on the future. 144-c. ND am I born to die? A To lay this body down? And must my trembling Spirit fly A land of deepest shade, Must then my portion be: I from my grave shall rise, And see the Judge, with glory crown'd, 3 How shall I leave my tomb- Will angel bands convey Their brother to the bar? Or devils drag my soul away, To meet its sentence there? 4 Who can resolve the doubt That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, Or number'd with the blest? I must from God be driven, Or with my Saviour dwell; Must come at his command to heaven, Or else depart to hell! OUT of the depths of wo, To thee, O Lord, I cry; Darkness surrounds me, but I know 2 Humbly on thee I wait, Lord, I am knocking at the gate; 3 O hearken to my voice, Give ear to my complaint; Thou bidd'st the mourning soul rejoice, Thou comfortest the faint. 4 Glory to God above, The waters soon will cease; 5 Though storms his face obscure, 1107 Prepare us for that day. BEHOLD! with awful pomp 323 144-b The Judge prepares to come; The' archangel sounds the dreadful trump And wakes the gen❜ral doom. 2 Nature, in wild amaze, Her dissolution mourns; Blushes of blood the moon deface; 3 The living look with dread; 4 Horrors all hearts appal; They quake, they shriek, they cry; 5 Great God, in whom we live, 324 9 CLARENDON. C. M. (123) TUCKER. 1. Which of the mon-archs of the earth Can boast a 850 Are they not all ministering spirits! WHICH of the monarchs of the earth Can boast a guard like ours,- With watchful care their charge defend, 4 Our lives those holy angels keep And, unconcern'd, we sweetly sleep, 5 And when our spirits we resign, To form in our obedient souls 2 O! may our sympathizing breasts 3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid, Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 4 So Jesus look'd on dying man, When, throned above the skies, And in the Father's bosom blest, He felt compassion rise. 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To bless a ruin'd race; We would, O Lord, thy steps pursue, Thy bright example trace. 4 COLCHESTER. C. M. (88) 325 WILLIAMS. 1. Deep- en the wound thy hands have made In this weak, help less soul: 3 517 Thy commandments are exceeding broad. . DEEPEN the wound thy hands have made In this weak, helpless soul: Till mercy, with its balmy aid, Descend to make me whole. 2 The sharpness of thy two-edged sword Enable me to' endure; Till bold to say,-My hall'wing Lord 3 I see the' exceeding broad command, 4 O that, with all thy saints, I might Not all the' exalted minds above 5 While golden harps and angel tongues Resound immortal lays, Great God, permit our humble songs 265 The Lord's Supper: Approaching 76-b. JESU the table. ESUS, at whose supreme command, 2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And stamp us for thine own. 3 The tokens of thy dying love, O let us all receive, And feel the quick'ning Spirit move, 4 The cup of blessing, blest by thee, The bread thy mystic body be, To cheer each languid heart. 5 The living bread sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be: Thy flesh for all the world is given, |