2 O help us when our spirits bleed, With contrite anguish sore!
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more!
3 O help us, through the prayer of faith, More firmly to believe!
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
4 O help us, Jesus, from on high!
We know no help but Thee:
O help us so to live and die,
As thine in heav'n to be!
HYMN LXXVI. C. M.
TERNAL God! we look to Thee;
To Thee for help we fly;
Thine eye alone our wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.
2 Lord, let thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide!
That love will all vain love expel;
That fear, all fear beside.
3 Not what we wish, but what we want,
O let thy grace supply!
The good, unask'd, in mercy grant;
The ill, though ask'd, deny!
HYMN LXXVII.
TERNAL Lord! from land to land Shall echo Thine all-glorious Name, Till kingdoms bow at Thy command, And every lip Thy praise proclaim.
2 Exalted high on ev'ry shore,
The banner of the Cross, unfurl'd,
Shall summon thousands to adore
The Saviour of a fallen world.
3 Thousands shall join Thy pilgrim band,
And, by that sacred standard led,
Press forward to Immanuel's land,
Nor fear the thorny path to tread.
4 Triumphant over ev'ry foe,
Their ransom'd numbers shall move on
To that blest land where sin or woe
Shall never mingle with their song.
HYMN LXXVIII. L. M.
GOD, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found;
And there they stand on hallow'd ground.
2 Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care!
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The glories of Thy saving Name!
3 O Saviour! let thy power be felt,
And cause the stubborn heart to melt;
And let the wounded spirit know
That thou art near, to heal her woe!
4 Lord, we are weak, but thou art near;
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear:
O rend the heav'ns, come quickly down,
And make the sinner's heart thine own!
1 THE angel comes! he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord;
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep,
Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound-
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Chok'd the fair crop around?
3 And who are they, reserv'd in store
God's treasure-house to fill-
The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore,
Amid surrounding ill?
4 O King of Mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In thy destroying angel's hour
O gather us to Thee!
!from the world's vile slavery,
Almighty Saviour, set us free;
And as our treasure is above,
Be there our thoughts, be there our love! 2 But oft, alas! too well we know
Our thoughts, our love, are fix'd below;
In ev'ry lifeless prayer we find
The heart unmov'd, the absent mind.
3 What can that frozen bosom move
That melts not at a Saviour's love?
What can that sluggish spirit raise
That will not sing the Saviour's praise?
4 Lord, draw our best affections hence,
Above this world of sin and sense;
Cause them to soar beyond the skies,
And rest not, till to Thee we rise!
HYMN LXXXI. P. M.
HE Lord of Might from Sinai's brow
Gave forth his voice of thunder;
And Israel lay on earth below,
Outstretch'd in fear and wonder:
Beneath his feet was pitchy night,
And at his left-hand, and his right,
The rocks were rent asunder!
2 The Lord of Love, on Calvary,
A meek and suffering stranger,
Uprais'd to heaven his languid eye,
In nature's hour of danger :
For us He bore the weight of woe,
For us He gave his blood to flow,
And met his Father's anger!
3 The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, The King of all created,
Shall back return, to claim his right,
On clouds of glory seated;
With trumpet sound, and angel-song,
And hallelujahs loud and long,
O'er death and hell defeated!
HYMN LXXXII. S. M.
1. STAND up and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice;
Stand up, and bless the
and bless the Lord your God, With heart, and soul, and voice!
Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy Name,
And laud, and magnify?
3 Oh for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heav'n our thought!
God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaim'd,
With all our ransom'd powers!
THEN our heads are bow'd with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!
2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worne,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!
3 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!
4 Thou the shame, the grief hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deign'd their load to bear :
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!
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