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IF

on a

Walking by faith.

quiet sea,

Tow'rd heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, We'll own the fav'ring gale.

2 But should the surges rise, And rest delay to come,

Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.

3 Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control:
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

4 Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own;

And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.

5 Jesus, to whom I fly, Doth all my wishes fill;

What though created streams are dry? I have the fountain still.

6 Stripp'd of each earthly friend, I find them all in one:

And peace and joy which never end, And heaven, in Christ, begun.

488 Christ, the guide and counsellor. 139-c.

JESUS, my truth, my way,

My sure, unerring light,
On thee my feeble steps I stay,
Which thou wilt guide aright.

2 My wisdom and my guide,
My counsellor thou art;
O never let me leave thy side,
Or from thy paths depart.
3 I lift mine eyes to thee,

Thou gracious, bleeding Lamb,
That I may now enlighten'd be,
And never put to shame.
4 Never will I remove

Out of thy hands my cause;
But rest in thy redeeming love,
And hang upon thy cross.

5 O make me all like thee,
Before I hence remove;
Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me,
And build me up in love.

6 Let me thy witness live,
When sin is all destroy'd;
And then my spotless soul receive,
And take me home to God.

570

A

CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil,-

O may it all my powers engage,
To do my Master's will.

2 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;

And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare,
A strict account to give.
Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,

Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forever die.

Restore my peace.

ND wilt thou yet be found,

141-a.

?

Then listen to the plaintive sound
Of a poor sinner's prayer.

2 Jesus, thine aid afford,

If still the same thou art :
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord,
I lift my helpless heart.

3 Thou seest my troubled breast,
The strugglings of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel.

4 O my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace;

I know thou canst; pronounce the word, And bid the tempest cease.

5 I long to see thy face;

Thy Spirit I implore,

The living water of thy grace, may thirst no more.

That

812 I'M

Not ashamed of the Gospel.

M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honour of his word,-
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God!-I know his name;
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face,

And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

2 Now, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, In council join again,

To reimpress thine image, lost

By frail, apostate man;

O might I, Lord, thy form express,
Begotten from above,-

Be stamp'd with real holiness,
And fill'd with perfect love!

566 Thy will be done on earth as it is in 92-c.

heaven.

JESUS, the Life, the Truth, the Way,

In whom I now believe,

As taught by thee, in faith I pray,
Expecting to receive.

2 Thy will by me on earth be done,
As by the powers above,

Who always see thee on thy throne,
And glory in thy love.

3 I ask in confidence the grace,
That I may do thy will,
As angels, who behold thy face,
And all thy words fulfil.

4 Surely I shall, the sinner I,

Shall serve thee without fear, If thou my nature sanctify

In answer to my prayer.

To worship God aright.

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Infinite love.

THOUSAND oracles divine Their common beams unite, That sinners may with angels join, To worship God aright.

2 Triumphant host! they never cease To laud and magnify The triune God of holiness,

Whose glory fills the sky.

3 By faith the upper choir we meet, And join with them to sing Jehovah, on his shining seat,

Our Maker and our King.

4 For God, made flesh, is wholly ours; And asks our noblest strain;

The Father of celestial powers,

The Friend of earth-born man.

WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice

This rending earth shall shake,—

When opening graves shall yield their charge, And dust to life awake,—

2 Those bodies that corrupted fell
Shall incorrupt arise,

And mortal forms shall spring to life
Immortal in the skies.

3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung
Is now at last fulfill'd;

And Death yields up his ancient reign,
And, vanquish'd, quits the field.
4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,
And now in triumph sing:-
O Grave, where is thy victory?
And where, O Death, thy sting?

25 Invocation of and praise to the Trinity.

NOME, thou Almighty King,
Help us thy Name to sing,
Help us to praise :

Father all-glorious,
O'er all victorious,

Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days.

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise,
Scatter our enemies,

And make them fall;

Let thine almighty aid
Our sure defence be made;
Our souls on thee be stay'd;

Lord, hear our call.

3 Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword,

Our prayer attend;

Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success:
Spirit of holiness,

On us descend.

4 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear

In this glad hour: Thou who Almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power.

5 To the great One and Three Eternal praises be

Hence, evermore.

His sov'reign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

1026 Praise to the God of harvest. 212-c.

HE God of harvest praise;

THE

In loud thanksgiving raise
Hand, heart, and voice;
The valleys smile and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.

2 Yea, bless his holy Name,
And purest thanks proclaim
Through all the earth;
To glory in your lot
Is duty, but be not
God's benefits forgot,
Amid your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices, raise,
With sweet accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song
Bless ye the Lord.