2 3 We come to see thy face, We long, we faint, we pant for thee: Though base and vile we are, With Christ we would be fed; We wish no other bread, And thou hast this to give: Lord, fill us well with this rich food, 643. The same.-Ps. xxviii. 9. 8.8 6 AGAIN, dear Lord, we would be fed; And feast on love divine: And make each face to shine. 2 In thee all blessings richly meet; O let us banquet with the King, And love, and pray, and praise, and sing. As sons from bondage freed. Let our needs be what they may, Then, though men and devils roar, 641. Desiring to honour the Lord.-Ps. xxv. 5. 8.7.4. JESUS, mighty God and Saviour, At a trifling distance stand. 2 Guide, O guide me by thy Spirit; Make thy matchless wonders known. God's eternal love record. 642. 148th. Prayer for the Presence and Blessing of Christ.—Exod xxxiii. 15. ONCE more, dear God of grace, Thy earthly courts we tread; 2 3 We come to see thy face, We long, we faint, we pant for thee: Though base and vile we are, With Christ we would be fed; We wish no other bread, And thou hast this to give: Lord, fill us well with this rich food, 643, The same.-Ps. xxviii. 9. 8.8 6 AGAIN, dear Lord, we would be fed; And make each face to shine. 2 In thee all blessings richly meet; O let us banquet with the King, And love, and pray, and praise, and sing. As sons from bondage freed. 7 [Thus supported we shall be More than conquerors, Lord, thro' thee: And, when every danger's past, Live and reign with thee at last.] 646. Hymn for a Fast-day.-Isa. lviii. 9. C. M. GREAT God! whose universal power Who governs heaven and earth, nor sits 2 No strange commotions on the earth, 3 Creatures of every sort and kind, 4 Our wars and tumults all arise, Sin is the cause of all the woes 5 Dear Lord, we fall before thy face; And pray thee, for thy mercy's sake, 6 In mercy put a stop to war; Nor let thy vengeance on us fall, 7 Yet, Lord, whate'er thy will may be, 647. 8. 8. 6 A Song of Praise to the Holy Three.-Rev. xix. 5 WHEN Will the happy moment come Where sin no more shall vex my soul, Nor guilt shall me pursue. 2 Christ loved, and chose, and ransom'd me, And brought me home to God. 3 When such a guilty wretch as I, With all the blood-bought throng above, 4 I'll tell the Father and the Son, And, with a strong, immortal voice, |