4 Lord of glory, God Most High,
Now exalted to the sky,
With Thy love my bosom fill;
Prompt me to perform Thy will;
Till Thy glory I shall see,
Till Thou bring me home to Thee.
1 WHILE in sweet communion feeding
On the earthly bread and wine,
Saviour, we would see Thee bleeding
On the cross to make us Thine.
Now our eyes for ever closing
To this fleeting world below,
On Thy gentle breast reposing,
Teach us, Lord, Thy grace to know.
2 Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love,
Whispering words of peace to cheer us,
Every doubt and fear remove;
Bring before us all the story
Of Thy life, and death of woe;
And with hopes of endless glory,
Wean our hearts from all below.
1 "We know that our Redeemer lives!"
What joy the blest assurance gives!
He ever lives, who once was dead,
Who once on earth for sinners bled.
2 He lives, triumphant o'er the grave,
He lives, eternally to save.
He lives in heaven; and He will there
A mansion for His saints prepare.
3 He lives to bless us with His love,
He lives to plead for us above;
He lives the hungry soul to feed ;
He lives to help in time of need.
4 He lives to calm the troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart ;
He lives, O Jesus, Thee we sing,
We praise Thee, Prophet, Priest, and King!
1 "WE'VE no abiding city here,"
Lord may we live as pilgrims do:
Let not this world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
2 "We've no abiding city here,"
We seek a city out of sight,
It needs no sun, "the Lord is there,"
It shines with everlasting light.
3 O sweet abode of peace and love!
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest Had we the pinions of a dove,
We'd fly to Thee, and be at rest.
4 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine,
The time my God appoints is best;
While here, to do His will be mine,
And His to fix my time of rest.
1 WITH One consent let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise,
Glad homage pay with awful mirth,
And sing before Him songs of praise.
2 Convinc'd that He is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed;
We, whom He chooses for His own,
The flock that He vouchsafes to feed.
3 0 enter then His temple gate,
Thence to His courts devoutly press;
Your grateful hymns with joy repeat,
And still His name with praises bless.
4 He is the Lord, supremely good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
1 We cannot always trace the way,
Where Thou our gracious Lord dost move, But we can always surely say
2 When fear its gloomy cloud will fling
O'er earth-our souls to heav'n above
As to their sanctuary spring,
3 When mystery shrouds our darken'd path,
We'll check our dread, our doubts reprove;
In this our soul sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.
4 Yes, Thou art love-a truth like this
Can ev'ry gloomy thought remove;
And turn all fear, all woes to bliss;
Our God is love.
1 WHILE we remember Thee,
Lord, in our midst appear;
Let each, by faith, Thy body see,
While we assemble here.
2 Oh! let us ne'er forget
Thy rich, Thy precious love,
Our theme of joy and wonder here,
Our endless song above!
3 Oh let Thy love constrain
Our souls to cleave to Thee,
And ever in our lives be seen,
Thy word, "Remember me!"
1 WHEN streaming from the eastern skies,
The sun beams forth upon mine eyes
O Sun of Righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.
2 When, to heav'n's great and glorious King,
My morning sacrifice I bring:
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name :
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.
3 As every day Thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials, griefs, and cares,
O Saviour, 'till my life shall end,
Be Thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me Thy precepts, all divine,
And be Thy great example mine,
4 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labour done;
Jesus, Thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed.
And from Death's grasp my spirit raise,
"To see Thy face, and sing Thy praise."
1 WHAT are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song:
Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."
2 These through fiery trials trod,
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with His Almighty name;
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