O let thy gracious presence still
With every soul remain.
3 Thus let us all in Christ be onc,
Bound with the cords of love,
Till we, around thy glorious throne,
Shall joyous meet above.
HYMN 219. P. M.
The Sun of Righteousness.
HRIST whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless, is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till the inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then, this soul of mine,
Pierce this soul of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
HYMN 220. C. M.
Preaching the Gospel.
1 NORTH in thy strength, O Lord, I go, Thy gospel to proclaim,
Thine only righteousness to show,
And glorify thy name.
2 Ordained I a.n, and sent by thee,
As by the Father thou;
And lo! thou always art with me-
I plead thy promised vow.
3 O give me now to speak thy word
In this appointed hour!
Attend it with thy spirit, Lord,
And let it come with power,
4 Open the hearts of all that hear,
To make their Saviour room,
Now let them find redemption near,
Let faith by hearing come.
5 Give them to hear the word as thine,
And, while they this receive,
Prove it the saving power divine
To sinners that believe.
1 DAUGHTER of Zion! awake from thy sad
Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the Day-star of glad ness;
Arise, for the night of thy sorrows is o'er.
2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued them,
And scatter'd their legions, was mightier far: They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them:
How vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
3 Daughter of Zion! the power that hath saved thee,
Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel shall be: Shout! for the foe is destroy'd that enslav'd thee, The oppressor is vanquish'd, and Zion is free.
HYMN 222. P. M.
In deep Affliction.
ULL of trembling expectation,
Feeling much, and doubting more,
Mighty God of my salvation
I thy timely aid implore.
Suffring Son of man be near me,
All my sufferings to sustain;
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By thy more than mortal pain.
2 Call to mind that nknown anguish,
In thy days of flesh below,
When thy troubled soul did languish,
Under a whole world of woe;
When thou didst our cause inherit,
Groan beneath our guilty load,
Burden'd with a wounded spirit,
Bruised with all the wrath of God
3 By thy most severe temptation,
In that dark, satanic hour;
By thy last mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power:
By thy fainting in the garden,
By the bloody sweat, I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon,
Take my sins and fears away.
4 By the travail of thy spirit,
By thine outcry on the tree,
By thine agonizing merit,
In thy pangs remember me !
By thy death I thee conjure,
A weak, dying soul befriend
Make me patient to endure,
Make me faithful to the end.
HYMN 223. P. M.
For Faith in God.
1IVE me the faith which can remove And sink the mountain to a plain;
Give me the child-like praying love,
Which longs to build thy house again.
Thy love, let it my heart o'erpower,
And allmy simple soul devour!
2 I would the precious time redeem,
And longer live for this alone,
To spend and to be spent, for them
Who have not yet my Saviour known;
Fully on these my mission prove,
And only breathe, to breathe thy love.
3 My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
Into thy blessed hands receive,
And let me live to preach thy word,
And let me to thy glory live;
My every sacred moment spend,
In publishing the sinner's friend.
4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart,
With boundless charity divine:
So shall I all my strength exert,
And love them with a zeal like thine;
And lead them to thy open side
The sheep for whom the shepherd died.
HYMN 224. L. M.
The Mariner's Prayer.
1 ORD of the wide extended main,
Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose spirit leads believing souls.
2 For thee we leave our native shore,
(We, whom thy love delights to keep,)
In other worlds thy works explore,
And see thy wonders in the deep.
3 'Tis here thine unknown paths we trace,
Which dark to human eye appear;
While through the mighty waves we pass,
Faith only sees that God is here.
4 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine;
We own thy way is in the sea,
O'erawed by majesty divine,
And lost in thy immensity!
5 Thy wisdom here we learn t' adore,
Thine everlasting truth we prove:
Amazing height of boundless power;
Unfathomable depth of love.
6 Infinite God, thy greatness spanned,
These heavens, and meted out the skics
Lo! in the hollow of thine hand,
The measured waters sink and rise.
7 Thee to perfection who can tell?
Earth, and her sons bencath thee lie,
Lighter than dust within thy scale,
And less than nothing in thine eye.
8 Yet in thy Son, divinely great,
We claim thy providential care;
Boldly we stand before thy seat-
Our advocate has placed us there
9 With flim we are gone up on high, Since he is ours, and we are his; With Him we reign above the sky, Yet walk upon our subject seas. 10 We boast of our recover'd powers;
Lords are we of the lands, and floods; . And earth, and heaven, and all is ours, And we are Christ's, and Christ is God's.
The Mariner's Song of Deliverance. 1LORY to thee, whose powerful word, Bids the tempestuous winds arise
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord
Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies! 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,
And seas thine awful will perform;
From them we learn to own thy sway,
And shout to meet the gathering storm.
3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
They cannot damp thy children's joys,
Or shake thy soul, when God is nigh.
4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,
And back to highest heaven are borne,
Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep;
And all the watery world upturn.
5 Roar on, ye waves, our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest,
In vain to impair the calm ye try-
The calm in a believer's breast.
6 Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries,
Thou sea, the servant of his will:
Rise, while our God permits thee, rise;
But fall when He shall say, Be still!
1 TOW dreadful is the sinner's fate,
Who wakes to sleep no more,
Who knocks and calls, alas. too late,
When death hath shut the door!
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