THOUGH aliens, O God! were we,
Thou didst not scorn us, or refuse
To graft us on Thy olive-tree,
And bid us share Thy fostering dews.
Ere yet Thy people fell, and Thou
Didst graft us in, it flourish'd fair:
What will it be, so stately now,
When Judah, too, shall flourish there?
We would not be high-minded, Lord,
But love Thy grace, Thy justice own,
And pray, according to Thy word,
That the Deliverer be known.
Thou, out of Zion, come for all!
From Jacob turn ungodliness!
May Jews and Gentiles humbly call
On Thee, and their Redeemer bless!
THOU didst not send, O Lord, an angel down,
To work salvation for a sinful race;
Thy glorious seraphim came not to crown
With praise the bloodless triumph of Thy
grace:
Thou didst not issue the supreme command,
Thou didst not cast on earth the powerful
glance,
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Or frame the thought whereby mankind might
Acquitted, and behold Thy countenance:
Thyself Thou camest, as the Virgin's Son,
To live on earth, to die in agony;
Thine own right hand the precious victory won,
And sore and fearful was the strife to Thee!
Thou didst endure to dwell with us, and know The waywardness of sinners, and their pride: Cloth'd in our flesh, and feeling all our woe,
Mid scorn and tumult, wert Thou crucified! Now wearest Thou the crown; and, from above, Rejoicest in the travail of Thy soul: Thy saints on earth adore Thy passing love, Ånd hymns of angels round Thy presence
Glory to Him, the Conqueror in the strife;
On earth the prophet's star, the pilgrim's rod!
Glory to Him on high! the Lord of Life!
Our Maker! Saviour! Sanctifier! God!
THROUGH the riches of Thy grace,
By Thy sustaining hand,
Hitherto we ran our race,
And now before Thee stand,
To pray to Thee, in Christ's own words,
King of Kings! and Lord of Lords!
In His own words, His holy name,
Hear us, thy suppliants, now!
The Spirit raise, chasten, and frame
Our every thought and vow!
O! keep us from all hurtful things,
Lord of Lords! and King of Kings!
To all their task: to some is given
The weightier charge, to guide to Heaven.
'Tis ours, in humble joy, to tread
Where Christ's appointed Shepherds lead.
Let none against his task rebel;
For Pride shall fall where Satan fell;
And wrath shall be that Teacher's gain
Who rends the Church of Christ in twain.
The Lord, whose care our lot assign'd,
Bids all unite, in lowly mind:
The tree of love and concord, He;
Branches, that should be fruitful, we.
To the Author of all Good,
The Universal King,
Whose power and truth have ever stood
Firm and unwavering;
To Him, the Lord of Lords,
To God, our hearts we raise,
And would pour forth, in solemn words,
Our thanksgivings and praise!
On Him, who made us all,
The Saviour of our race,
On the Holy Spirit would we call,
And bless His boundless grace!
He broke the power of sin;
He scatters all our night;
He bids the reign of faith begin;
He gives us life and light!
To the God of all creation
Let us sing, with cheerful voice,
In the Rock of our Salvation
Let us heartily rejoice!
Before His presence let us gather,
With glad hearts and thankful lays;
In our tiod, our Heavenly Father,
Ahow our joy by psalmis and praise!
The Lord is King over all nations,
A ciod above all gods is He:
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Waschip our Maker and our: tun?
Let truth and holy fear
Sound their alarm abroad,
And cry, in every careless ear,
Prepare to meet Thy God!
TRY us, O God, and search the ground
Of every humble heart;
Whate'er of sin in us is found,
O bid it all depart!
When to the right or left we stray,
Leave us not comfortless;
But guide our feet into the way
Of everlasting peace!
Help us to help each other, Lord,
Each other's cross to bear;
Let each his friendly aid afford,
And feel his brother's care!
Help us to build each other up,
Our talents to improve;
ncrease our faith, confirm our hope,
And perfect us in love!
Jp into Thee, our Living Head,
Let us in all things grow,
ill Thou hast made us free indeed,
And one with Thee below!
hen, when the work is fully wrought,
care, For which our Saviour died,
ive us in Heaven a happy lot
With all the sanctified!
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