2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all the adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let ev'ry list'ning saint above,
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
3 Whate'er this living world contains,
That wings the air, or treads the plains,
United praise bestow;
Ye tenants of the ocean wide,
Proclaim him through the mighty tide,
And in the deeps below.
4 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heavenly praise employ ;
Spread His tremendous Ñame around,
While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy.
GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above in heaven.
2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even,
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose, in heaven.
3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.
4 There faith lifts her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all's serene in heaven.
5 These fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given,
There rays divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb,
Appears the dawn of heaven.
HYMN 120. 8, 7. & 4 M. 67.
GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams shall flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside:
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side,
Songs of praises,
I will for ever give to thee.
Consolations of the Gospel.
HOW gracious the promise, ow soothing the word,
That came from the lips of our merciful Lord;
Ye lone and ye weary, ye sad and opprest,
Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest.
2 Ye heart-stricken sons and daughters of wo,
For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow;
Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite
His yoke it is easy, his burden is light.
3 And ye that have sinned and have wandered astray,
Come walk in the "light and the truth and the way.” Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart,
For meek was your Master and lowly of heart.
4 Now thanks be to him who hath given us light;
The way of the Christian is easy and bright;
And humbly, when touched by the chastening rod,
He bows to the will of his Father and God.
5 When life's stream flows feebly, and faint is his breath,
And his perishing body yields slowly to death,
No fear of the future brings darkness or gloom,
No cloud of despair overshadows the tomb.
6 Believing in Jesus, and trusting in God,
He fears not to walk where his Saviour hath trod,
Before him the waves of eternity roll.
He enters and Christ shall give rest to his soul.
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