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571. T. 22.
WE sing to God, whose tender love
At length, the work thus finished,
4 To heav'n's bright realms he took. his flight,
Beyond the reach of mortal sight; There pleads with God for ransom'd
Thence will in glory come again.
572. T. 14.
O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 3 His grace subdues the pow'r of sin, He sets the pris'ners free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood avail'd for me.
4 He speaks, and list'ning to his voice
5 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
573. T. 14.
NOT all the angels of the sky,
My theme should be his praise, who hung
3 For thee he hangs! my soul, rejoice;
4 Till fleeting time shall have an end,
5 How sweet the precious gospel sounds
In the believer's ear!
This balsam heals his cank'ring wounds,
And dries each anxious tear.
T. 595. AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb! Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, To praise the Saviour's name! 2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r: Sing how he intercedes above For us whose sins he bore.
3 Ye pilgrims on the road
To Zion's city, sing!
"Ye blessed children, come!” Soon will he call us hence away,
To our eternal home.
5 There shall our raptur'd tongues His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb.
575. T. 595.
To God the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.
2 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete,
Shall meet around the throne,
576. T. 83.
577.* T. 121.
578.* T. 58
WHEN all thy mercies, Lord, to mind we call,
Astonish'd at thy feet we humbly fall. Grant us still in future, thy kind direction,
Till in us all the aim of thy election Be quite obtain'd.
To God, the Father, Son,
Praise the Lamb slain !
Let heav'n and earth reply, Amen!
Of PRAYER and SUPPLICATION.
He sympathizeth with them as his own.
2 I know that in myself I have no pow'r,
But 'tis thro' mercy I must live each hour;
His precious death doth strength to me afford,
Thus I can all things do, thro' Christ my Lord.
3 As oft as I approach the holy place,
Then graciously he answers my request,
4 He is my All, my Sacrifice and Priest,
His am I both in body and in soul,
5 I daily drink the healing streams of
He sheds abroad in me his love divine,
That God in his compassion,
That with unweary'd patience he is ready
And to relieve my wants is nigh,
2 Long as I live,
I'll to myself apply, to me they're pre-
My faithful Saviour cleave,
Praise him with tears of joy, and in
While here I live.
I of his love fresh proofs receive,
3 I'm well assur'd
A kind forgiving Lord;
3 Grant me a harmless, dove-like mind, To true humility inclin'd,
Thy will be mine indeed; O may I labor constantly Endow'd with spirit's poverty, From ev'ry hurtful influence freed.
peace with all may I be found, Clearly thy gospel-truth propound, In praying faithful be;
A share in others' welfare take,
My soul with thy love's ardor fill. 6 May I be serious, childlike too, In all essentials firm and true;
Give me a trusty ear;
A constant, genuine brother's heart,
And gladly others' burdens bear. 7 In converse make me tractable And mild, in storms invincible,
And never prone to yield;
Of those, who cheerfully
Wherever they are sent by thee.
Guide and protect me as thy child; Lord Christ, who me hast reconcil'd, Preserve me thine eternally.
Impress'd with holy rev'rence, we a-4 dore thee,
And fall before thee.
3 Thy goodness, as thy pow'r, is past expression;
We trust, that thou, whene'er with
We seek thy face, in mercy. wilt ac-
Will regard our supplication,
To remain in closest union
With our Lord, both day and night,
And enjoy his sweet communion; This our heav'n, while here we stay, Him to love, serve and obey.
591.* T. 580.
4 O Lord, thou great High-Priest of O THOU, who in the sanctuary
our profession, Who at God's right-hand makest in
And by thy pow'rful pray'rs to help
Dost minister! thy church supply
Defended from all noxious air.
Are all in our behalf for mercy plead-And
6 O may thy church before thee bloom
Unto thy praise, thro' thy atonement's
priestly lips to tell thy praise, craggy ways
To traverse, without fearing ill. Our hands for blessing hallow'd be, Our bodies temples be to thee,
Our souls enjoy thy peace;
592.* T. 79.
O MAY the God of mercies,
Out of the sucklings' mouth,