Yes, Lord, we love and we adore ;
O may we know and love thee more;
And thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart!
339. s. M. DODDRIDGE.
For the Lord's Supper.
JESUS, the friend of man,
Invites us to his board;
The welcome summons we obey,
And own our gracious Lord.
Here we survey that love Which spoke in every breath, Which crown'd each action of his life, And triumph'd in his death.
Here let our powers unite
His honour'd name to raise ;
Pleasure and joy fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.
And while we share the gifts His bounteous hands bestow, Let every heart, in friendship join'd, With kind affections glow.
Let love inspire each breast, And dictate every thought; Be angry passions far removed, And selfish views forgot.
Our souls, expanded wide
By our Redeemer's grace,
Shall in the arms of fervent love
All heaven and earth embrace.
FATHER of men, thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace; From thee they sprung, and by thy hand Their root and branches are sustain'd.
To God, most worthy to be praised,
Be our domestic altars raised;
Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.
To thee may each united house,
Morning and night, present its vows;
Our servants there, and rising race,
Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.
O may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name,
While pleased and thankful we remove
To join the family above!
O YE who seek Jehovah's face,
Bow at his throne, and feel his grace,
Who ask in prayer and own in praise
That bounteous love which gilds your days,
Catch from above the hallow'd flame,
And dignify the Christian name.
Where'er distress and pain appear,
Let pity's ready hand be there;
With cheering wine and fragrant oil
Bid languor glow and anguish smile:
Though woe her lowliest form may wear,
Yet God hath stampt his image there.
When He, the sovereign Judge, draws nigh,
And holds the unerring beam on high,
Then shall sweet charity prevail,
And angels mark the sinking scale;
Jesus shall call his followers home,
Ye blessed of my Father, come!"
342. C. M. WATTS.
National hymn.
SHINE, mighty God, on Britain shine With beams of heavenly grace; Reveal thy power through all our coasts, And show thy smiling face.
Amidst our isle exalted high
Do thou our glory stand,
And like a wall of guardian fire
Surround thy favour'd land.
When shall thy name from shore to shore
Sound all the earth abroad,
And distant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God?
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Sing loud with solemn voice;
While British tongues exalt his praise,
And British hearts rejoice.
He, the great Lord, the sovereign Judge,
Who sits enthroned above,
Wisely commands the worlds he made
In justice and in love.
How rich thy gifts, almighty King!
From thee our various comforts spring:
The extended trade, the fruitful skies,
The blessings liberty bestows,
The eternal joys the gospel shows,
All from thy boundless goodness rise.
Here commerce spreads the wealthy store
That pours from every foreign shore;
Science and art their charms display;
Religion teaches us to raise
Our voices to our Maker's praise,
As truth and conscience point the way.
With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs,
His power and mercy we proclaim :
Britons through every age shall own
Jehovah here has fix'd his throne,
And triumph in his mighty name!
Long as the moon her course shall run,
Or man behold the circling sun,
O still may God in Britain reign!
Crown her just counsels with success,
With peace and joy her borders bless,
And all her sacred rights maintain!
WHILE Sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strew the ground,
To thee we look, on thee we call,
The parent and the Lord of all !
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