Yet his Spirit whispers peace;
And he is with me still.
Weak of body, sick in soul,
Deprest at heart, and faint with fears,
His dear presence makes me whole,
And with sweet comfort cheers.
O my Jesus, thou art mine,
With all thy grace and pow'r; I am now, and shall be thine, When time shall be no more. Thou reviv'st me by thy death;
Thy blood from guilt has set me free; My fresh springs of hope and faith, And love, are all in thee.
Christ.
BRETHREN, let us join to bless
Jesus Christ, our joy and peace;
Let our praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's right hand in heav'n!
Master, see! to thee we bow,
Thou art Lord, and only thou;
Thou the blessed virgin's seed,
Glory of the church, and head.
Thee the angels ceaseless sing,
Thee we praise, our Priest and King;
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.
Thou hast the glad tidings brought,
Of salvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church, and we
Worship in their company.
We thy little flock adore
Thee the Lord for evermore;
Ever with us shew thy love,
'Till we join with those above.
117. Praise to the Redeemer. BEGIN, ye saints, the happy song,
Let love inspire the theme;
'Tis Jesus's grace
That calls for our praise,
'Twas Jesus alone did redeem.
When justice fix'd the sinner's fate
In endless woe to dwell,
'Twas Jesus that stood
Resisting to blood,
And ransom'd the sinner from hell.
Our only advocate and friend,
The mighty work he wrought;
When bowing his head,
'Tis finish'd,' he said;
O sinner, exult at the thought!
A spotless victim to the cross
Himself he thus resign'd;
Then enter'd the grave,
The wretched to save,
The poor, and the halt, and the blind.
Lo! now in bliss our cause he pleads,
"Till we behold his face;
Unchangeable love
To us he will prove,
Eternal in mercy and grace.
Our thankful hearts in solemn lays
Be with our voices join'd.
But how shall dust his worth declare,
When angels try in vain ;
Their faces veil when they appear
Before the Son of Man.
Tho' feeble are our best essays,
Thy love will not despise
Our grateful songs of humble praise.
Our well-meant Sacrifice.
Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness show,
And spread abroad thy fame:
Let every heart with praise o'erflow,
And bless thy sacred name!
Worship and honour, thanks and love,
Be to our Jesus giv'n!
By men below,―by hosts above,—
By all in earth and heav'n!
Praise to the Lamb.
FROM heav'n the loud, the angelic song began,
It shook the skies, and reach'd astonish'd man;
By man re-echo'd, it shall mount again,
While fragrant odours fill the blisful plain.
Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway,
In earth or heav'n the Lord of all;
Ye princes, rulers, powers obey,
And low before his footstool fall.
The deed was done; the Lamb was slain;
The groaning earth the burthen bore:
He rose, he lives; he lives, to reign,
Nor time shall shake his endless pow'r. From heav'n, from earth, loud bursts of praise The mighty blessings shall proclaim; Blessings that earth to glory raise:
The purchase of the wounded Lamb.
Higher, still higher, swell the strain;
Creation's voice the note prolong;
The Lamb shall ever, ever reign:
Let hallelujahs crown the Song.
122. Address to the Saviour.
FOR ever here my rest shall be,
Close to thy bleeding side;
This all my hope, and all my plea,
For me the Saviour dy'd!
My dying saviour and my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,
And cleanse and keep me clean.
Wash me and make me thus thine own;
Wash me, and mine thou art;
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, my heart.
Th' atonement of thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.
GLORY to God on high!
Let earth and skies reply;
Praise ye his name:
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing aloud evermore,
Worthy the Lamb.
Jesus our Lord and God,
Bore sins tremendous load,
Praise ye his name:
Tell what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won;
great name alone;
Worthy the Lamb.
While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name:
Those who have felt his blood
Sealing their peace with God,
Sound his dear fame abroad,
Worthy the Lamb.
Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy Lord to bless;
Praise ye his name:
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb.
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