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Isaiah xxxii, 1. (L. M.)

1 OUR rest be here, the cross beneath,

The fittest place for such as we !
'Tis here the faint begin to breathe,

The debtors here alone are free.
2 Pursued, and without pow'r to flee ;

In debt, and having nought to pay ;
The cross, our place of refuge be,

Our safety by the cross to stay.
3 We owe him much, whose love provides

A shelter from the furious blast;
The Lord, who thus his people hides,

Until the storm be overpast.
4 Our refuge and our rest be here,

The danger soon will pass away;
A cloudless sky will then appear,

A blessed, bright, eternal day. 1217

1 Corinthians xv, 20—22. (7's.)
1 JESUS Christ is ris'n to-day, Hallelujah,

Our triumphant holiday :
Who did once, upon the cross,

Suffer to redeem our loss. 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing, Hallelujah,

Unto Christ our heav'nly King ;
Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

3 For the pains which he endur’d, Hallelujah,

Our salvation have procur’d;
Now he reigns eternal King,
Where the angels ever sing.

128 Isaiah xliv, 1–8. (P. M.)
1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heav'ns adore him ;

Praise him, angels, in the height:
Sun and moon, rejoice before him ;

Praise him all ye stars and light:
Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken,

Worlds his mighty voice obey'd ;
Laws that never shall be broken,

For their guidance, he hath made. 2 Praise the Lord! for he is glorious,

Never shall his promise fail ;
He hath made his saints victorious,

Sin and death shall not prevail :
Praise the God of our salvation ;

Hosts on high, his pow'r proclaim ;
Heav'n and earth and all creation,

Laud and magnify his name!


Matthew xxiv, 30–31. (P. M.)
1 GREAT God! what do I see and hear!

The end of things created;
The Judge of mankind doth appear,

On clouds of glory seated :

The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before :

Prepare, my soul, to meet him! 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,

At the last trumpet's sounding,
And meet their Saviour in the skies,

With joy his throne surrounding :
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day,

On those prepar'd to meet him.


Isaiah xxxii, 2. (7's. double)

1 JESU, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly;
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is nigh :
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide :

O receive my soul at last.
2 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind :
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness !
False and full of sin I am ;
Thou art full of truth and grace.

3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure

within :
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.


Psalm cxlvii, 1. (P. M.)

1 MEET and right it is to sing,

In ev'ry time and place,
Glory to our heav'nly King,

The God of truth and grace :
Join we then with sweet accord,

In one thanksgiving join,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord,

Eternal praise be thine.

2 Father!—God! thy love we praise,

Which gave thy Son to die,
Jesus, full of truth and grace,

Alike we glorify.
Spirit-Comforter divine,

Praise to thee be giv'n,
Till we in full chorus join,

And earth is turn’d to heav'n.


Psalm c,

3. (s. M.)

1 FATHER, in whom we live,

In whom we are and move,
The glory, pow'r, and praise receive,

Of thy creating love! 2 Incarnate Deity!

Let all the ransom'd race
Render in thanks their lives to thee,

For thy redeeming grace. 3 Spirit of holiness!

Let all thy saints adore
Thy sacred energy, and bless

Ihine heart-renewing pow'r. 4 Eternal—Triune Lord!

Let all the hosts above,
Let all the sons of men record,

And dwell upon thy love! 133

Luke xviii, 1. (c. m.) 1 SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve,

In this our evil day;
To all thy tempted foll’wers give

The pow'r to watch and pray. 2 Long as our fiery trials last

Long as the cross we bear,
O let our souls on thee be cast,

In never ceasing pray’r.

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