411 MISSIONARY CHANT L. M. Ch. Zeuner ますま I. God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp dis-tress in - vade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Be-hold him pres-ent with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, And watering our divine abode. 413 (MISSIONARY CHANT) L. M. I Thy temple is not made with hands, 'Tis lit by many a golden star; The purple heights of mountain lands Its everlasting pillars are. 2 Thee, highest heaven cannot contain, Great Lord of earth, and sky, and sea ! Yet enter in, and bless the fane Adoring hands have reared for thee. 3 For welcome to the babe new-born, For strengthening hands on bended. head, For blessings on the marriage morn, And sweet words whispered o'er the 4 dead; For food divine to souls sufficed, For words that warn, for prayers that Arise and enter in, O Christ! [press, And with thy presence all things bless. 337 C. F. Alexander 2 Blest are the souls that find a place God is their strength; and through the They lean upon their helper, God. [road 4 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, 3 Blestare the men whose hearts are set Till all before thy face appear, To find the way to Zion's gate; 415 (WARREN) L. M. And join in nobler worship there. Isaac Watts 416 (NOTTING HILL) C. M. I Great God, attend, while Zion sings 1 Come in, thou blessed of the Lord, The joy that from thy presence springs: Stranger nor foe art thou: We welcome thee with warm accord, 2 The hand of fellowship, the heart 4 O God, our King, whose sovereign 4 Isaac Watts Leaving the world, thou dost but part From lies and vanity. Come with us; we will do thee good, Stand but in him as those have stood James Montgomery 2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy Look up, thy broken heart prepare, [eyes; sight, And hides the promise from thine Arise, and struggle into light; The great Deliverer calls, "Arise!" 3 Shake off the bands of sad despair; Zion, assert thy liberty; NOTTING HILL C. M. I. Come in, thou bless - ed of the Lord, Stranger nor foe art thou: b3 b-2 We welcome thee with warm accord, Our friend, our brother now. |