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NEW GABRIEL. CHRISTIAN WARRIOR. 87
HYMN 252. The Lord our God is clothed with might, Hark! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice. * The winds obey his will;
From his triumphant seat; He speaks, and in his heavenly height Midst all the war's tumultuous noise, The rolling sun stands still.
How powerful and how sweet! Rebel, ye waves! and o'er the land Fight on, my faithful band,' he cries, With threatening aspect roar:
Nor fear the mortal blow; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, Who first in such a warfare dies, And chains you to the shore.
Shall speediest victory know. Howl,winds of night! your force combine; I have my days of combat known, Without his high behest,
And in the dust was laid; Ye shall not in the mountain-pine But thence I mounted to my throne, Disturb the sparrow's nest.
And glory crowns my head. Ye nations ! bend, in reverence bend. That throne and glory you shall share, Ye monarchs ! wait his nod,
My hands the crown shall give; And bid the choral song ascend
And you the radiant honors wear, To celebrate our God.
While God himself shall live.'
Lord, 'tis enough! thy word divine
Inspires my zeal and love;
Vain are th' assaults of earth and sin The joyous theme record !
Our hopes are fixed above.
My Saviour and my Shield; The angel-choir respond the sound,
He sends his spirit with his word, And glory in his name.
To arm me for the field. The pow'rs of darkness were o'erthrown When earth and sin their force unite, . In that triumphant hour;
He makes my soul his care,
And guards me through the war.
A friend and helper so divine, For man shall be restored,
My fainting hope shall raise ; And sing with joy for evermore, He makes the glorious victory mine, The triumph of the Lord !
And his shall be the praise.
Is thy victorious sword !
At thy commanding word.
Still may thy sword of truth prevail, God's own anointed Son;
In thy redeeming strife; In truth and mercy he maintains
Till slain of thee, the nations hail The justice of his throne.
Thy name as Prince of Life. Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, Thy conquests shall be yet complete, Joy through the earth be seen;
And all our sinful race, Let cities shine in bright array,
With songs of love and praise shall greet And fields in cheerful green.
The triumphs of thy grace. With joy lift up your wondering eyes, Redeemed from sin, from error free, Ye islands of the sea;
They at thy feet shall fall, Ye mountains, sink; ye valleys, rise; And thou by them shalt honored be, • Prepare the Saviour's way.
As gracious Lord of all,
ST. MARTIN'S. WAREHAM.
89 HYMN 256.
HYMN 259. God of my life, my morning song
Thou art the Way-to thee alone To thee in love I raise :
From sin and death we flee; To thee, O Lord, to thee belong,
And he who would the Father seek, The strains of joyous praise.
Must seek him, Lord, by thee. Preserved by thy Almighty arm,
Thou art the Truth-thy word alone I pass'd the shades of night,
True wisdom can impart; Serene, and safe from every harm, Thou only canst inform the mind, To see the morning light.
And purify the heart. While many spent the night in sigh Thou art the Life-the rending tomb And restless pains and woes,
Proclaims thy conquering arm, In gentle sleep I closed my eyes,
And those who put their trust in thee And rose from sweet repose.
Nor death nor hell shall harm. O let the same Almighty care,
Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life, Through all this day attend:
Grant us that way to know,
Whose joys eternal flow.
O Lord, accept the sacred hour With love and glowing praise.
Which we to thee have given,
And may this hallow'd scene have pow'r, HYMN 257.
To raise our souls to heaven. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
Still may we hold, till life departs, Returning from his ways;
The precepts of thy Son, While angels in their songs rejoice,
Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts, And cry, Behold, he prays.'
- Forget what he has done. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, His true disciples may we live, The Christian's native air;
From sin and error free,
Our every power to thee.
To smooth our passage through,
This holy scene renew.
Our blessed Lord displays !
To such as these, bis word extends And cheer the fainting soul.
The tokens of his grace. Victorious love! thy wondrous power, He still the ancient promise keeps, From sin and death can raise ;
In loving-kindness given; Can gild the dark, departing hour, Young children in his arms he takes, And tune its sighs to praise.
And calls them heirs of heaven. In thy great love, the soul shall soar Forbid them not whom Jesus calls, To thy exalted throne,
Nor dare the claim resist, Where pleasures flow for evermore, Since his own word to us declares, And sorrow is unknown.
Of such will heaven consist. Before thy all-victorious love,
With flowing tears, and grateful hearts, The foes of man shall fall,
We give them up to thee! And thou shalt be, in worlds above, .Receive them, Lord, to thy embrace ; Our Saviour and our All.
Thine may they ever be.