12 Lord, all-pitying Jesu blest,
Grant us Thine eternal rest.
WHEN conscious sinners tremble
To hear the trumpet sound,
Which bids the dead assemble
The judgment-seat around;
O then amongst that number
May I the call obey,
Who burst the bands of slumber,
To meet a glorious day!
BRIEF life is here our portion;
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life is there.
2 O happy retribution!
Short toil-eternal rest!
For mortals and for sinners,
A mansion with the blest!
3 'Midst power that knows no limits,
And wisdom free from bound,
The beatific vision
Shall glad the saints around.
4 There God, our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold for ever,
And worship face to face.
1 WHAT are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Singing one triumphant song?—
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."
2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Sealed with His eternal Name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed:
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels all fear,
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tear.
. Montgomery. 96
Perronet
O. V.
Bishop Ken. 53
Ancient Hymn 179
Ancient Hymn 182
According to Thy gracious word
All hail the great Immanuel's Name.
All people that on earth do dwell.
All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept
Alleluia! song of gladness
Almighty God, Thy throne above
Almighty God, Thy Word is cast
Angels, from the realms of glory
Another six days' work is done.
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat
As through this wilderness I stray
Awake, and sing the song.
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes.
Awake, ye saints, awake
Before Jehovah's awful throne
Behold the morning sun
Behold the sure Foundation-stone.
Beneath our feet, and o'er our head
Blest are the souls that hear and
know.
Blest be the everlasting God
Bread of heaven! on Thee we feed
Bread of the world, in mercy broken.
Brethren, let us join to bless
Brief life is here our portion
Bright was the guiding star that led
Brightest and best of the sons of the
morning
Captain of Israel's host, and Guide
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day
Christ, whose glory fills the skies
Christians, awake, salute the happy
Cennick . 116
Ancient Hymn 120
Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove. Browne
Come, Holy Ghost, eternal God
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire.
Come, Holy Spirit, come .
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
Come, let us to the Lord our God.
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Come, sound His praise abroad.
Come, Thou long-expected Jesus
Come to Thy temple, Lord
Come, ye who love the Lord
Creator, Spirit! by whose aid .
Day of wrath! O day of mourning
Dread Jehovah, God of nations
Prayer-Book. 87
Prayer-Book. 86
Far from these narrow scenes of night Mrs. Steele
Father, in all our comforts here
Father of heaven, whose love profound Mrs. Steele
Father of mercies, in Thy word
Father of mercies, send Thy grace.
Father of peace, and God of love
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
For all Thy saints, O Lord
For ever blessed be the Lord
For mercies countless as the sands
For Thee, O God, our constant praise. N. V.
Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go.
Fountain of good, to own Thy love.
Fountain of mercy, God of love
From all that dwell below the skies
From Greenland's icy mountains
Give thanks to God most high
Give to our God immortal praise
God is our refuge, tried and proved
God moves in a mysterious way
God of mercy, God of grace.
God of my life, to Thee I call
Gracious Spirit, Love divine.
Great God what do I see and hear?. Luther
Great is the Lord our God
Hail the day that sees Him rise
Hail that Head, with sorrows bowing. Alford.
Hail, Thou Source of every blessing
Hail to the Lord's Anointed.
Happy the child, whose tender years.
Happy the man whose tender care
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour
Hark! the herald angels sing
Heavenly Teacher, from Thy ways
High let us swell our tuneful notes
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty
Holy Spirit, from on high.
Holy Spirit, in my breast.
Hosanna to the living Lord
Montgomery. 21
Watts
N. V.
Doddridge
Bishop Heber 169
Bathurst
How are Thy servants blest, O Lord
How beauteous are their feet
How blest are they, who always keep.
How blest is he who ne'er consents
How bright these glorious spirits shine
How did my heart rejoice to hear.
How glorious Sion's courts appear
How pleasant, how divinely fair
How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
How vast must their advantage be
I meekly waited for the Lord
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