1 SPIRIT of Mercy, Truth and Love!
O shed thy influence from above,
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this sacred day.
2 In ev'ry clime, by ev'ry tongue,
Be God's amazing glory sung,
Let all the listening earth be taught
The acts our Great Redeemer wrought.
3 Unfailing Comfort! heav'nly Guide!
Still o'er thy favour'd Church preside:
Still may mankind thy blessings prove,
Spirit of Mercy, Truth and Love!
Trinity Sunday.
HYMN XXIX.
We give immortal praise To God the FATHER'S love, For all our comforts here, And better hopes above: He sent his own Eternal Son,
To die for sins that men had done.
To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe:
And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
To God the SPIRIT'S Name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
Almighty God, to Thee
Be endless honours done,
The undivided THREE,
And the mysterious ONE:
Where Reason fails, with all her pow'rs,
There Faith prevails, and Love adores.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past,
And live this day as 'twere thy last;
T' improve thy talents take due care:
'Gainst the Great Day thyself prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th' all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Wake and lift
up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to th' Eternal King.
5 Glory to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept:
Grant Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew:
Scatter my sins as morning dew:
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
7 Direct, controul, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, y' angelic host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Evening Hymn.
HYMN XXXI. L. M.
1 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be..
3 Teach me to live that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
With joy behold the judgment-day.
4 If wakeful in the night I lie,
My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No pow'rs of darkness me molest.
5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above y' angelic host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Missionary Hymns.
HYMN XXXII, C. M.
1 THERE is a River, deep and broad;
Its course no mortal knows;
It fills with joy the church of God,
And widens as it flows.
2 Thither, distressed souls repair:
The Lord invites them nigh:
They leave their cares and sorrows there;
They drink, and never die.
3 Flow on, sweet stream, more largely flow,
The earth with gladness fill;
Flow on, till all the Saviour know,
And all obey his will.
1 THERE will arrive a glorious day
-The morning hours are on their way-
When all the Saviour's name shall know,
And ev'ry knee to Jesus bow.
2 Then shall the Gospel's joyful sound
Be heard in earth's remotest bound:
The word is fix'd; ye saints rejoice,
Let prayer and praise inspire your voice.
3 Light of the world and Prince of Peace,
Whose gracious reign must still increase,
O shed thy beams on ev'ry heart,
That war and discord may depart.
4 Weak are our efforts, but thy power
Can all we wish effect, and more.
The labourers, Lord, are yet too few,
O call and send them forth anew.
1 MARK'D as the purpose of the skies,
His promise meets our anxious eyes;
That heathen lands the Lord shall know,
And warm with faith each bosom glow.
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