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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