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ORON. 6th P. M. (175)
B By thy birth, and by thy tears; By thy hu - man griefs and fears; (By thy con flict in the hour Of the sub tle tempter's power,
2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne-
Help or 1 perish.
174-a. FROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravish'd ear:Love's redeeming work is done Come and welcome, sinner, come!
410 Now is the day of salvation. 174-6.
Ready if thou always art,
Take possession of my heart:
For thyself to thee I cry;
Must I not forever die ?
Greatness and condescension of God.
Keep the wide world in awe;
To guard his holy law;
Amazing wisdom shines;
Of glory condescend ;-
My Father and my Friend ?
Who lengthens out our trials here, And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither'd trees,
We cumber'd long the ground; No fruit of holiness
On our dead souls was found;
To cut the fig-tree down,
Cried, -Let it still alone :
From God obtain'l the grace,
On us a longer space ;
Break up our fallow ground;
To thy great praise abound; O let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear.
162-b. TI HE Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages, praise, Who reigns enthroned on high,
Ancient of endless days,
HUTCHINSON. 3d P. M. (160)
13 E 1. Sa - viour, we know thou art In ev - ery age the same: Now,
dai - ly, thro' thy word, increase Thy blood - he - sprinkled wit
ness - eg.
Your Head to glorify,
With all his saints ascend:
Shall soon the saints receive,
In glorious joy to live;
The trumpet's welcome sound:
May we be watching found:
The Bridegroom cometh. 163-a. VE virgin souls, arise ;
, awake; Unto salvation wise,
Oil in your vessels take;
The nations to his bar,
Who meet for glory are:
Your everlasting Friend;
God the Father's throne
Perpetual honours raise ;
praise : With all our powers, Eternal King, Thy everlasting praise we sing.
WILLOUGHBY. 4th P. M.
1. Come on, my partners in dis - tress, My com-rades through the wil-der-ness,
166-6. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place,
The saints' secure abode;
And scale the mount of God.
And by his side sit down;
The cross, shall wear the crown.
It brings to life the dead:
Triumphant with our Head.
The beatific sight
Of everlasting light
The love of Jesus.
For whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strugth exert, Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim; Compose into a thankful frame,
And tune thy people's heart. 2 While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design,
Thy glory, not our own :-
To please our God alone. 3 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join, with one ac
Thy harmonizing Name.
In setting forth thy love; And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing, with all the heavenly choir,
That endless song above.
575 Prayer for power over temptation. 167-c. | 411 Pleading the Suriour's vicurious sacrifice. 164–6. HELP, Lord, to whom for help 1 fly,
PROSTRATE, with eyes of faith, I see And still my tempted soul stand by My Saviour nail'd upon the tree, Throughout the evil day;
For me a victim made; The sacred watchfulness impart,
Himself presenting to the skies And keep the issues of my heart,
The grand vicarious sacrifice, And stir me up to pray.
And on the altar laid. 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm; 2 Well pleasing to our God above, In each approach of sin, alarm,
His sacrifice of life and love And show the danger near :
I plead before the throne: Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
Father, a prodigal receive, And fill with godly jealousy
And bid a pardon'd rebel live,And sanctifying fear.
The purchase of thy Son. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, 1028
Thanksgiving in time of peace.
NATION God delights to bless, And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,
Can all our raging foes distress, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink;
Or hurt whom they surround ? O save me, or I die.
Hid from the general scourge we are,
Nor see the bloody waste of war, 4 If near the pit I rashly stray,
Nor hear the trumpet's sound.
2 O may we, Lord, the grace improve, Recall me by that pitying look,-.
By_lab’ring for the rest of love, That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke
The soul-composing power; Unfaithful Peter's heart.
Bless us with that internal peace,
And all the fruits of righteousness, 5 In me thine utmost mercy show,
Till time shall be no more.
To thee, who wouldst not have me die, But know the truth and live:
Open mine eyes to see thy face; 941 The pilgrim's happy lot.
Work in my heart the saving grace;
The life eternal give.
2 Shut up in unbelief, I groan, From worldly hope and fear!
And blindly serve a God unknown, Confined to neither court nor cell,
Till thou the veil remove; His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
The gift unspeakable impart, He only sojourns here.
And write thy Name upon my heart,
And manifest thy love. 2 This happiness in part is mine, Already saved from low design,
3 I know the work is only thine; From every creature love;
The gift of faith is all divine;
But, if on thee we call,
Thou wilt that gracious gift bestow,
And cause our hearts to feel and know And seeks the things above.
That thou hast died for all. 3 There is my house and portion fair;
4 Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in, My treasure and my heart are there,
Come unto thee, and rest from sin,-
The blessing seek and find :
Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and liave; And Jesus bids me come.
Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment save
Both me and all mankind. 4 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies; 5 Be it according to thy word ; I come to meet thee in the skies,
Now let me find my pard’ning Lord; And claim my heavenly rest !
Let what I ask be given: Soon will the pilgrim's journey end;
The bar of unbelief remove; Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Open the door of faith and love, Receive me to thy breast !
And let me into heaven.