3 The God we serve maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies, Through all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood: 5 [With eyes and ears they carve their head. Immortal honours to thy sovereign name. Shine through the earth, from heaven thy blest abode, Nor let the heathen say, 'And where 's your God? 6 O Britain, trust the Lord! thy foes in vain 116 I PARTI. C. M. Harrington, 143. LOVE the Lord: he heard my cries, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear, 3 My flesh declined, my spirits fell, While inward pangs and fears of hell 4 'My God,' I cried, "thy servant save, Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave, 5 The Lord beheld me sore distress'd, 6 My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, 2 Heaven is thine higher court; there stands thy 1 WHAT shall I render to my God throne; And through the lower worlds thy will is done : Our God framed all this earth, these heavens he spread, [made; But fools adore the gods their hands have The kneeling crowd, which looks devout, behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears; Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can [nor love; move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols and their moveless saints. 4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopp'd from a tree, or broken from a rock; People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] í Be heaven and earth amazed; 't is hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods or they; O Israel, trust the Lord! he hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace; His worship does a thousand comforts yield; He is thy help, and he thy heavenly shield. 2 3 For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. Among the saints that fill thine house My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! 4 How happy all thy servants are! My life, which thou hast made thy care, 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 1 Shall sound through distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word: Thy truth for ever stands. Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade 118 THE PART I. C. M. Farnham, 421. tumult. HE Lord appears my helper now, 2 "T is safer, Lord, to hope in thee, 3 Like bees my foes beset me round, 4 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong; While his salvation is my song, 5 Like angry bees they girt me round; So burning thorns, with crackling sound, 6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; 118 PART II. C. M. St. Michael's, 119. LORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry, Now shall he live; (and none can die 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore, 3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there, The house where all the righteous go, 4 Among the assemblies of thy saints 2 118 PART III. C. M. Evans, 190. Ver. 22, 23. Christ the foundation of his church. EHOLD the sure foundation-stone BEwhich God in Zion lays, To build our heavenly hopes upon, Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the name; They trust their whole salvation here, 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Yet on this rock the church shall rest, 4 What though the gates of hell withstood, 1 "T is thy own work, Almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. 118 PART IV. C. M. Arnold's, 268. THI 2 To-day he rose and left the dead, 8 Hosanna to th' anointed King, Help us, O Lord! descend and bring 4 Bless'd be the Lord who comes to men Who comes in God his Father's name, 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; 118 S. M. Cambridge, 48. Ver. 165. Ver. 22-27. An hosanna for the 3 Great is their peace who love thy law, 1 SEE what a living stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon In spite of envious Jews. 2 The scribe and angry priest Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, 4 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer måde: Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray: 5 Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood; How firm their souls abide! Nor can a bold temptation draw Their steady feet aside. Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring 119 Salvation from your God. 6 We bless thine holy word, 118 L. M. 0! Foundling, 556. Ver. 22-27, The Lord's day. LO! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewish builders did refuse; But God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envy and the Jews. 2 Great God, the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes; This is the day that proves it thine, The day that saw our Saviour rise. 3 Sinners, rejoice; and saints, be glad; Hosanna, let his name be bless'd; A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory rest! 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race: Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise. 1 TM PART II. C. M. Piety, 513. Secret devotion and spiritual mindedness. Ver. 147, 55. thee, before the dawning light, My gracious God, I pray; I meditate thy name by night, 1 2 I chose the path of heavenly truth, 3 The testimonies of thy grace But, Lord, if once compared with thine, 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave 3 I 've seen an end of what we call How short the powers of nature fall, 4 Yet men would fain be just with God By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to every thought. 5 In vain we boast perfection here, And sinks our virtues down so far, 6 Our faith and love, and every grace, But perfect truth and righteousness 3 Since I'm a stranger here below, Let not thy path be hid; But mark the road my feet should go, And be my constant guide. |