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.
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.
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.
130 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.
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
Thine 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!
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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