« AnteriorContinuar »
Our drooping Spirits now revive,
With all thy quick’ning Grace : Speak now the gracious Word, O God,
'Tis finish’d, go in Peace.
COME, let us adore
The Lord's gracious Hand, (Our great GOVERNOR )
Who gave a Command And Charge to his Angels
To watch round our Bed, - To guard us from Evils,
From Dangers and Dread. Our Shepherd alone
The Lord let us bless, Who reigns on the Throne
The Prince of our Peace ; Who evermore faves us
By shedding his Blood; All hail, holy Jesus,
Our Lord and our God. We daily will sing
Thy Merits, thy Praise, Thou merciful Spring
Of Pity and Grace :
To Men we will tell;
Redeems us from Hell.
Thou my Rock, my Guard, and Tower,
While I seep,
So, whene'er in Death I flumber,
Let me rise
With the Wife, Counted in their Number.
T ORD! what a wretched Land is this
L That yields us no supply;
Nor streams of living Joy.
Lies thro’ this horrid Land,
And run at thy Command.
With scarce a twinkling Ray;
Is everlasting Day.
May we march upward still,
And reach at Zion's Hill,
DEHOLD, the Morning Sun
D Begins his glorious Way,
And Life and Light convey. . But where the Gospel comes,
It spreads diviner Light,
And gives the Blind their Sight.
Within thy Churches, Lord,
We long to find our Place: Thy Power and Glory to behold,
And feel thy quick’ning Grace.
. We'd hear thy Word with love,
And now would fain obey, Send thy good Spirit from above,
To guide us, left we stray.
Are thy Directions giv’n !
But find the Path to Heav'n.
CHINE, mighty God, on Britain, shine, o With Beams of heav'nly Grace; Reveal thy Power through all our Coafts,
And thew thy smiling Face.
Sound all the Earth abroad,
Their Saviour and their God?
Sing loud with solemn Voice,
And British Hearts rejoice.
That fits enthron’d above;