Sacred may each moment be, 4. O give us that good part, 5. Thou Lamb of God once slain, OUR souls with inmost shame 3. From thy majestic throne Kendall H. B. 679. T. 185. GRACIOUS Lord, our Shepherd and salvation, In thy presence we appear; (tion, Own us as thy flock and congregaLet us feel that thou art near: May we all enjoy thy love and favour, (viour, And obey thee as our Head and SaWho, by thy most precious blood, Mad'st us, sinners, heirs of God. 2. Lord, receive the thanks and adoration, Which to thee we humbly pay, For our calling and predestination, | With awe adore his saving name: (pointed; In the path thou hast for us apWe devote most heartily Soul and body unto thee. 3. Chosen flock, thy faithful Shepherd follow, Who laid down his life for thee; All thy days unto his service hallow, Each his true disciple be: Evermore rejoice to do his pleasure, Be the fulness of his grace thy treasure; Should success thy labour crown, Give the praise to him alone. HEAD of thy congregation, Met here with one accord; 2. Our lips would gladly mention Thy patience, love, and grace, Our hearts with due attention The loving-kindness trace, Shows us that we're belov'd. vation (believe; The lasting source for sinners who Come then, and grace for grace freely from him receive. 2. His mercy claims our highest praise, 'Tis by his grace we were elected: Freed from the world's deceitful ways, And to his flock on earth collected: His faithful heart we know, and search it still; May thousands more believe, and do his holy will. 3. Ourselves, dear Lord, we now to thee Resign anew with soul and body; And magnify in us thy name and saving grace. 4. O let thy love our hearts constrain, That, in one covenant united, And be to mutual love incited: T. 167. 684. SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation, Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain; All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again: Keep no longer at a distance, Smile upon us from on high; Lest, for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die. 2. Surely once thy garden flourish'd, Every plant look'd fresh and green, Then thy word our spirits nourish'd; Happy seasons we have seen: But a drought has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee. 3. Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayer; Let each one, esteem'd thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snare; Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh: And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh. 685. J. Newton. T. 22. WHERE two or three, with sweet accord, Obedient to their sovereign Lord, Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn prayer and praise: 2. "There," saith the Saviour, "I will be, Amidst this little company; 3. We meet at thy command, O Lord, Relying on thy faithful word; Now send thy Spirit from above, And fill our hearts with heavenly love. pear, BEFORE thy throne we now ap(tion; Head of thy ransom'd congregaUnto our songs of praise give ear, Ánd listen to our supplication: Hear from the heavens, thy lofty dwelling-place, And when thou hear'st, forgive thy people's trespasses. 2. In heaven and earth who is like thee? Maintain'st thy cause most gloriThou keepest covenant for ever, ously, (favour: And to thy servants showest In That thou the church's Head and us, O Lord, thy word be verified, Shepherd wilt abide. 3. Thine eyes be open on this house, Thy glory be by us promoted: didst ordain That we should fruit produce, O may our fruit remain. 4. Now to the Lamb upon the throne, (bought us, Who by his precious blood hath That he might claim us as his own, And to his fold in mercy brought us, All praise and honour evermore pertain : (thereto, Amen. Let all who love his name, reply LET not your heart be faint, That bodes a tempest nigh, The stupor of the soul, (hand, 4. 'Tis not the sleep of death, Low in the darksome grave, Where the worm spreads its couch and feeds, No hand put forth to save. 5. It speaks a ransom'd world, 6. It tells of joys to come, It soothes the troubled breast, It shines, a star amid the storm, The harbinger of rest. 7. Then murmur not, nor mourn, 692. FROM thy holy habitation, Behold us, met before thy throne; On us appear,-establish here |