“ And our praise to him is swelling,
Who the vast creation fills;
When the paths of prayer and duty,
And affliction all are trod,
And we wake to see the beauty
Of our Saviour and our God:
2 With the light of resurrection,
When our changéd bodies glow,
And we gain the full perfection
Of the bliss begun below;
When the life that flesh obscureth
In each radiant form shall shine,
And the joy that aye endureth,
Flashes forth in beams divine:
3 While we wave the palms of glory
Through the long eternal years,
Shall we e’er forget the story
Of our mortal griefs and fears? ”

“ Grace and glory.
The Almighty reigns exalted high
O’er all the earth, o’er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness vail his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2 O ye that love his holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame;
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honors of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness. ”

“ Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In thee thy Father’s glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!
Watts.
978 L. M.
Abide with us; for it is toward evening.
Luke 24:29.
Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
O, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant’s eyes! ”

“ And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour’s image rise.
Watts.
809 L. M.
Search me, God, and know my heart.
Psalm 139:23.
O thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee;
O, burst these bonds, and set it free.
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. ”

“ Watts.
693 C. M.
They shall mount up with wings as eagles.
Isaiah 40:31.
Come, O thou King of all thy saints,
Our humble tribute own,
While, with our praises and complaints,
We bow before thy throne.
2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!
3 But, ah, the song, how faint it flows!
How languid our desire!
How dim the sacred passion glows,
Till thou the heart inspire!
4 Blest Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine,
A heaven on earth appear. ”

“ I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
With Hope’s exulting eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
Watts.
864 C. M.
Overcoming.
Kind Father, look with pity now
On one by sin defiled;
While at the mercy-seat I bow,
O bless thy erring child.
2 My struggles, Lord, to do thy will,
How poor and weak they are!
But thou art gracious to me still,
Then hear my humble prayer. ”

“ I trust thee still,
E’en when it seems as thou wouldst slay indeed!
Do as thou wilt with me,
I yet will cling to thee,
Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need,
I will not let thee go!
2 I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss?
No, Lord, thou’rt mine,
And I am thine:
Thee will I hold when all things else I miss;
Though dark and sad the night,
Joy cometh with thy light,
O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss?
I will not let thee go!
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3 I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord!
Not death can tear
Me from his care,
Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured. ”

“ On Zion’s glorious summit stood
A numerous host redeemed by blood;
They hymned their King in strains divine:
I heard the song, and strove to join.
2 Here all who suffered sword or flame
For truth, or Jesus’ lovely name,
Shout victory now, and hail the Lamb,
And bow before the great I AM.
3 While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shall feast their soul,
And scenes of bliss for ever new
Rise in succession to their view.
4 O sweet employ, to sing and trace
The amazing hights and depths of grace;
And spend from sin and sorrow free,
A blissful, vast eternity! ”

“ O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more!
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.
C. Wesley
941 L. M.
Deliverance.
Before thy throne with tearful eyes,
My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;
To thee my weary spirit flies,
For thy forgiving love I call.
2 How free thy mercy overflows,
When sinners on thy grace rely!
Thy tender love no limit knows;
O, save me—justly doomed to die!
3 Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!
The gloom of sin is fled away;
My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,
And all my powers thy word obey. ”

“ Triumphant grace has quelled my fears:
Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!
I’m on my way to heaven.
Nelson.
875 S. M.
Watch!
My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2 O, watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down:
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.
4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God ”

“ All glory to God is re-echoed from heaven;
Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story,
And sing of his love, his salvation, and glory.
4 O Jesus! ride on, thy kingdom is glorious;
Over sin, death, and hell, thou’lt make us victorious!
Thy banner unfurl—let the nations surrender,
And own thee their Saviour, their Lord and Defender!
140 P. M.
Glory to God in the highest.
Hark! from the world on high
Glory to God!
Now swells along the sky
Glory to God!
Songs, like sweet notes of praise,
Pour forth in rapturous lays,
As all the voices raise
Glory to God! ”

“ Be hushed, my sad spirit, the worst that may come
But shortens thy journey and hastens thee home.
2 A pilgrim and stranger, I seek not my bliss,
Nor lay up my treasures in regions like this;
I look for a city which hands have not piled;
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.
3 Afflictions may try me, but can not destroy;
One vision of home turns them all into joy;
And the bitterest tear that flows from my eyes,
But sweetens my hope of that home in the skies.
4 Though foes and temptations my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at the close ”

“ How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
2 Lo! such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam’s shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man’s maturer age,
Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,
And stormy passions rage.
5 O, thou who givest life and breath,
We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age and death,
To keep us still thine own.
Heber. ”

“ Weeping soul, no longer mourn,
Jesus all thy griefs hath borne;
View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee;
There thy every sin he bore:
Weeping soul, lament no more.
2 Cast thy guilty soul on him,
Find him mighty to redeem;
At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and fears away;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.
Toplady.
947 7s, 6 lines.
Jesus, Saviour, pity me.
Pity, Lord! this child of clay,
Who can only weep and pray—
Only on thy love depend:
Thou who art the sinner’s Friend;
Thou the sinner’s only plea—
Jesus, Saviour, pity me! ”

“ Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
3 For her my tears shall fall,
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
4 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
5 Jesus, thou Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.
6 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven. ”

“ Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o’er thee,
And all the midnight shadows flee;
Tinged are the distant skies with glory,
A beacon-light hung out for thee;
Arise, arise! the light breaks o’er thee,
Thy name is graven on the throne,
Thy home is in the world of glory,
Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.
2 Tossed on time’s rude, relentless surges,
Calmly, composed, and dauntless stand;
For lo! beyond those scenes emerges
The hights that bound the promised land.
Behold! behold! the land is nearing,
Where the wild sea-storm’s rage is o’er;
Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering ”

“ What beams of dazzling glory spread!
Dove-like the Holy Spirit flies,
And lights on the Redeemer’s head:
Amazed they see the power divine
Around the Saviour’s temples shine.
4 But, hark! my soul, hark, and adore!
What sounds are those that roll along?
Not loud, like Sinai’s awful roar;
But soft and sweet as Gabriel’s song:
“This is my well-belovéd Son,
I see well-pleased what he hath done.”
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5 Thus the eternal Father spoke,
Who shakes creation with a nod,
Through parting skies the accents broke,
And bid us hear the Son of God ”

“ Thou knowest all I mean.
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4 O let thine arms surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.
36 C. M.
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
O God, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.
2 To thee all angels cry aloud,
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry—
3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
When heavenly hosts obey;
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway. ”

“ Whom having not seen, we love.
1 Pet. 1:8.
While in sweet communion feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Saviour may we see thee bleeding
On the cross to make us thine.
2 Though unseen, now be thou near us,
With the still small voice of love,
Whispering words of peace to cheer us—
Every doubt and fear remove.
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3 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.
541 P. M.
To Him be glory.
Eph. 3:21.
Jesus has died for me,
Glory to God!
From sin he set me free,
Glory to God! ”