WHY should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring Some tokens of thy grace.
2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt thou banish my complaints, And shew my sins forgiv'n?
3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home.
TRINITY-SUNDAY. [HYMNS 32, 66.]
HYMN XXXVIII.
1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds, Where stars revolve their little rounds: Not heav'n thy presence can contain, Nor heav'n of heav'ns thy power restrain: Thee, while the first archangel sings, He veils his face beneath his wings. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too. From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High!
4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, And babes have learnt to lisp thy name: But, oh! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
1 BLESS'D be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joys above, And rills of comfort here below.
2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying souls.
3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who in our hearts of sin and woe Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, we adore; That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore.
1 I GIVE immortal praise To God the Father's love, For all my comforts here, And better hopes above : He sent his own eternal Son To die for sins that man had done.
2 To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood From everlasting woe;
And now he lives, and now he reigns, And sees the fruit of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit's name Immortal worship give, Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live: His work completes the great design, And fills the soul with joy divine. 4 Almighty God! to thee
Be endless honours done, The undivided Three, And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails with all her
There faith prevails and love adores.
1 FATHER of heav'n! whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy pard'ning love extend. 2 Almighty Son! Incarnate Word! Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord! Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit! by whose breath The soul is rais'd from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quick'ning power extend. 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son; Mysterious Godhead? Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.
1 HOLY, holy, holy, Lord! Self-existent Deity,
By the hosts of heav'n ador'd, Teach us how to worship thee. All perfection dwells in thee, Though to us obscurely known; Three in One, and One in Three, Great Jehovah, God alone!
2 Glorious thou in holiness,
Father, didst thy rights maintain; Truth and grace at once express, When thine only Son was slain.. Here is deepest wisdom seen;
Here the richest stores of grace: Mildest love, and vengeance keen; O how bright their mingled rays!
3 Fearful thou in praises too,
Glorious Saviour, slaughter'd Lamb! We with joy and wonder view All thy glory, all thy shame! Be thy death the death of sin; Be thy life the sinner's plea; Save me, teach me, rule within,- Prophet, Priest, and King to me. 4 Wonder-working Spirit, thine Is the saving grace we sing :: Set on us thy seal divine;
Safely to thy kingdom bring: To our souls thy glory shew; Shed abroad a Saviour's love: Fill us with thy peace below;
Lead us to thy joys above.
[PSALMS 5, 19, 27, 42, 48, 63, 65, 84, 87, 89, 92, 95, 99, 118, 122, 132, 150. HYMNS 19, 33.]
WELCOME Sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!
The king himself comes near, And feasts his saints to day;
Here we may meet, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. One day within the place
Where thou, my God, hast been, Is better than ten thousand days Of pleasureable sin.
My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this,
And gladly sing herself away To everlasting bliss.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath bless'd. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heav'n, And gives this day the food of sev❜n.
3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;
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