3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, Save us, O Lord, descend and bring 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men 5 Hosanna in the highest strains 2 3 The church on earth can raise ! BEH HYMN 152. S. M. Salvation by Christ. Ps. cxviii. EHOLD the Corner-Stone, To build our heav'nly hopes upon, And his eternal praise! The Jewish scribe and priest Yet on this Rock shall Zion rest, The work, O Lord, is thine, WATTS. By our Redeemer made! 5 6 Let us rejoice, and sing and pray, Let all the church be glad. Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood! Bless him, ye saints, he comes to bring Salvation from your God. We bless thy holy word, And offer on thine altar, Lord, WATTS. HYMN 153. C. M. Repentance and Obedience. THO Ps. cxix. HOU art my portion, O my God! My heart prepares t' obey thy word, 2 I choose the path of heav'nly truth, 3 The testimonies of thy grace 4 If e'er I wander from thy path, Then, till my mortal life shall end, I shall perform thy will. HYMN 154. C. M. Instruction from Scriptures. Ps. cxix. THY And through the dangers of the night, 2 When once it enters to the mind WATTS. 4 But in thy law and gospel, Lord, Not earth stands firmer than thy word, 5 Thy word is everlasting truth, That holy book shall guide our youth, HYMN 155. WATTS. C. M. Ps. cxix. Desire of Divine Knowledge. THY HY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, Open my eyes to read thy word, 2 My flesh, by thy creating hands, 3 Since I'm a stranger here below, 4 If thou to me thy statutes shew, Thy work for ever I'll pursue, 5 From those vain objects turn my sight, То TATE and WATTS. HYMN 156. Hallelujah Metre. Divine Preservation. Ps. cxxi. O God I lift my eyes, The God who built the skies, God is the tower To which I fly; his grace is nigh 2 My feet shall never slide, And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my heav'nly guide, Those wakeful eyes Which never sleep, shall Israel keep, When dangers rise. 3 No burning heat by day, And thou my shade, to guard my head, 4 Hast thou not promis'd, Lord, 2 To save my soul from death, And I can trust thy word, To keep my mortal breath. I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, till from on high Thou call me home. HYMN 157. S. P. M. WATTS. The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. cxxii. [OW does my heart rejoice, HOW To hear the public voice, "Come, let us seek our God to-day !” Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We'll baste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. Zion, thrice happy place! Adorn'd with wondrous grace, And walls of strength enclose thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 Here David's holy Son 4 Hath plac'd his royal throne, But humble souls rejoice with fear. May peace attend thy gate, 5 My tongue repeats her vows, For here my friends and brethren dwell; Makes thee his blest abode, HYMN 158. C. M. Remarkable Deliverance. Ps. cxxvi. WHEN HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, 2 "Great is the work," our brethren cry'd, 3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, 4 Let those who sow in sadness, wait They shall confess their sheaves are great, WATTS. |