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And came to earth to bleed and die!
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
1 SAVIOUR, source of every blessing,
3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Titus iii. 4-7.
1 MY grateful soul, for ever praise,
Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths
2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust
3 'Tis from the love of God through Christ,
His mercy sav'd our souls from death,
4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,
Removes our dross, and love divine
5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew;
1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies,
The heart unchang'd can never rise
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
3 Can aught beneath a power divine
4 "Tis thine the passions to recall,
5 To chase the shades of death away,
A beam of heaven, a vital ray; 'Tis thine alone to give.
60 change these wretched hearts of ours,
Then shall our passions and our powers,
1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift,
2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,
The praise of every holy thought
4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
In whom we are, and move, and live:
1 SING, my soul, his wondrous love, Who, from yon bright throne above, Ever watchful o'er our race,
Still to man extends his grace.
2 Heav'n and earth by him were made,
3 God, the merciful and good,
4 Sing, my soul, adore his name;
Praise him till he calls thee home,
1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear;
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
2 Grace first contriv'd a way
And all the means that grace display,
3 Grace guides my wand'ring feet
4 Grace all the work shall crown
It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
V. THE CHURCH.
1 LIKE Noah's weary dove,
2 0 cease, my wand'ring soul,
On restless wing to roam;
3 Behold the Ark of God, Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more. 4 There, safe thou shalt abide, There, sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied, With full salvation blest.
5 And, when the waves of ire Again the earth shall fill,
The Ark shall ride the sea of fire;
Then rest on Zion's hill.
1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer sav'd
2 I love thy Church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
3 If e'er to bless thy sons,
My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her wo,
5 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my pray'rs ascend;
6 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
8 Sure as thy truth shall last,
The brightest glories earth can yield,
Hebrews xii. 18. 22-24.
1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
Where milder words declare his will,
3 Behold th' innumerable host
4 Behold the bless'd assembly there
1 BLEST is the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour united prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one;
3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
4 When we at death must part,
How keen, how deep the pain! But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again.
5 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign