173. T. 590. FATHER of angels and of men, Saviour, who us hast bought, Spirit, by whom we're born again, And sanctified, and taught; 174. T. 581, or 83. NOW, with angels round the throne, And the church which still is one, 2. Blessing, honour, glory, might, And dominion infinite, To the Father of our Lord, 175. Conder. T. 166. THAT peace which God alone reveals, And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels, Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts: The love of God so highly prized, THE grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, The Holy Ghost's communion be With all of us most sensibly. 180.* J. de Watteville. T. 132. NOW sing thou happy church of Both now and ever. Amen. Z. 60 181. X. OUR HEAVENLY FATHER. T. 22. OUR heavenly Father is not known To us, but in the Son alone; His mercy, love, and boundless grace We see display'd in Jesus' face. 2. O God, how dreadful was thy name, Until the God-man Jesus came; We cannot love nor honour thee, Unless the Son hath made us free. 3. O love, no human tongue can O love divine, unsearchable! (tell! The Father gave his only Son For guilty sinners to atone. 4. Can any ill distress my heart, Since God with his own Son did part? Whate'er I want can't be denied, Since Christ for me was crucified. M. Taylor. 182. T. 14. BEHOLD what love the Father hath On guilty men bestow'd, That we, who children are of wrath, Should children be of God. 2. O how beyond expression great His love in Christ doth shine! 'Tis like himself-the eternal God, Past knowledge, all divine. 3. Behold, for fallen, guilty man, 4. Now doth our Lord, the Son of Who for us liv'd and died, (God, See of the travail of his soul, 5. Peace and good-will are now to From God, in Christ our Head. 6. O let us then repeat the theme, Which always sounds above; And ever sing with joyful hearts The wonders of his love. 183*. T. 22. THOU hast the world so greatly lov'd, Father, that thou by mercy mov'd Didst give thy well-beloved Son, By death for sinners to atone. 2. That he all who in him believe, Might in thy family receive, For thou didst deem his sacrifice An all-sufficient ransom-price. 3. As children we are own'd by thee, Since Christ our brother deign'd to be; We feel thy kind, paternal heart To us who have in him a part. 4. The whole salvation of thy Son, And all his merits make our own; Yea, grant us richly, for his sake, Of heavenly blessings to partake. 5. Thou art our Father and our God, Since Christ assum'd our flesh and blood; Therefore in thee our trust we place, And give thee never-ceasing praise. 184. FATHER of eternal grace, Glorify thyself in me; Z. T. 205. Meekly beaming in my face, 2. Humble, holy, all resign'd Of thy well-beloved Son : Counting gain and glory loss, May I tread the path He trod, Die with Jesus on the cross, Rise with him to thee, my God. 185. Montgomery. T. 341. THEE, O my God and King, Lost, I now in Christ am found, 4. Thou on my neck didst fall, Still the gracious words I hear, Words that made the Saviour mine, "Haste, for him the robe prepare, His be righteousness divine." C. Wesley. OUR heavenly Father, hear To thee all nations bow; 2. Our daily bread supply, 3. Thine, then, for ever be (say, Through him we come to thee and All for his sake be done. 4. Our souls and bodies feed, we | The watery deep I pass, pray, With food which thou see'st best, We ask our portion for the day, And leave to thee the rest. 5. Let mercy pardon all our crimes, Which justice must condemn; As some have wrong'd us many times, And we would pardon them. 6. Let not temptation us befall, 7. Thine is the kingdom, thine the J. Hart. With Jesus in my view, And through the howlingwilderness With peace and plenty bless'd; 5. There dwells the Lord our King, 6. He keeps his own secure, JESUS CHRIST, THE SON OF GOD. Of thy concerns will notice take, And mercy freely to thee show. 63 2. My griefs and cares, to thee well known, My God, I cast on thee alone, Since thou dost govern, I'll be still, 3. I confidently do believe, (leave, Me, thy poor child, thou wilt not For thou my Father art: (faith, Fill thou my soul with love and Thus I am rich in life and death, And from thy love nought shall me part. J. Sachs. |