The Voice of One Grying in the Wilderness. 1057-1058 land,O hear the tidings ring! O ye that love him, Lift the voice and s'ng: Thy kingdom come! 1057T Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done. 10s & 7s Matt. vi. 10. 2 From shore to shore swells out the solemn cry:-Thy kingdom come! Repent! Repent! God's kingdom draweth nigh:-Thy kingdom come! Hasten, ye lost ones, to the mercy seat, Seek and find pardon at the Saviour's feet, Then lift your heads, the coming King to greet:-Thy kingdom come! 3 Soon, soon shall Satan's baleful reign be 4 Rejoice, ye islands of the distant main: Lo! on the mountain tops, with beauteous feet, H., 1878. In every land uplift the joyful voice, Praise ye the Lord! Tell of his mighty acts, his wondrous fame, Sing of his ways, his matchless love proclaim. Sound thro' the earth the glory of his name: Praise ye the Lord! Ye who in darkness, sin, and sorrow, pine, On all your night he doth arise and shine, H., 1878. 1059-1060 Thy God Shall be My God. 1 City of our God renown'd, Where the ransom'd shall be crown'd, Where the holy angels wait, Lingering at each pearly gate, Welcoming the ransomed throngs Which to Zi-on come with songs;Holy city, fair and free, O-pen wide thy gates to me. 2 Streaming thro' the jasper walls, 3 From beneath that throne of light, 4 To that home my steps I bend, Saved, and glorified, and blest: Copyright, H. L. Hastings, 1886. H., 1879. Thy people shall be my people. People of the living God, I have sought the world around; Peace and comfort nowhere found; 78. Like the cloud, the wind, the wave; Your Redeemer shall be mine; Tell me not of gain and loss, Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power; Welcome poverty and cross, Shame, reproach, affliction's hour. "Follow me"-I know thy voice; Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see; Now I take thy yoke by choice; Light thy burden now to me. 362 Goorge Street. p. 224. Martyn. p. 225. James Montgomery, 1771-1854. I Well of Water Springing Up. 1061 Cho.Who-so- ev er will may take, All their burning thirst may slake: Fine He who Living weary waited there, Scorch'd beneath the noontide glare, wa - ter springing up, Like a well of joy and hope. He who sat at Jacob's well Gives us this good news to tell. D.S. Offers you the gift of God, On the na-tions shed a - broad, Now Jacob's well was there. 1061 CHORUS. Whosoever will may take, All their burning thirst may slake: Gives us this good news to tell. In the temple hear him cry, 7s. Then like rivers rolling free, H., 1880 seek, Waiting in His courts to-day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of e- ter-nal rest, Day of all the week the best, Emblem of e- ter-nal rest. Upon the first day of the week. Acts xx. 7. 78, 61. 1063 1062 2 Mercies multiplied each hour, Thro' the week our praise demand; Guarded by Almighty power, Fed and guided by His hand; Though ungrateful we have been, Often made returns of sin. 3 While we pray for pardoning grace, Thro' the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face, Shine away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in Thee. 4 Here we come Thy name to praise; May we feel Thy presence near: May Thy glory meet our eyes, While we in Thy house appear: Bring relief for all complaints: John Newton, 1779. Who shall separate? Hallelujah! who shall part 7s, 61. Christ's own church from Christ's own heart, Sever from the Saviour's side Soul's for whom the Saviour died? Who shall dash one jewel down Powers above nor powers beneath, Christ's own church from Christ's own heart. William Dickinson, 1846. Like a garment waxing old, Earth and heav'n shall pass away;But our palaces of gold Shine in an unsetting day;There with all the ransom❜d blest, With our Saviour we shall rest 78,61. 1066 The foundation of God standeth sure. 78, 61, Like a garment waxing old, Shine in an unsetting day; From beneath our Father's throne, Pearly gates stand open wide, Welcoming to joys unknown; There with all the ransomed blest, With our Saviour we shall rest. Through this dark and desert waste Shine those distant glories fair; Up, oh pilgrim, onward haste, Soon thy feet shall enter there; There with all the ransomed blest, With our Saviour we shall rest. Tim. ii. 19. God's foundation standeth sure, 78, 61. 1067 Rowland Hill, 1774. Cho. Cho. Thomas Haweis, 1802. Behold, bless ye the Lord. Psalm cxxxiv. 1. 78, 61. Praise to God on high be given, 365 |