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3 The fury of her foes
Fulfils but his decree :
And he your strength shall be.
1 OH! Saviour, whom a holy morn,
Gave to our world below;
And more than mortal woe.
By each temptation tried ; Who liv'd to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died. 3 If gaily cloth'd, and proudly fed,
In dang’rous wealth we dwell, Remind us of thy manger-bed,
And lowly cottage cell.
In anxious want we pine,
A poorer lot was thine. 5 Through this life's ever-varying scene,
From sin preserve us free;
May we rejoice with thee.
Psalm xlii, 7–9. (c. m.)
Where wave resounds to wave;
I know the Lord can save.
Can yet restore my peace;
Can bid the tempest cease.
I'll count his mercies o'er ;
And humbly beg for more. 210
Isaiah ix, 2. (L. M.) 1 LORD! while the nations lay in night, One city shone with holy light; The good man's joy, the people's theme,
It was thine own Jerusalem. 2 Those glorious hours have pass’d away,
The gold is dross, the iron clay ;
For ages have the godless dwelt.
Now roam, unblest thro' ev'ry land;
4 Scatter'd and scourg'd, they wander on,
Forget thy law, reject thy Son ;
1 FOR mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
My soul, what canst thou give ? 2 Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth?
My all is nothing worth.
For all he has bestow’d;
And call upon my God.
So wretched and so poor,
And ask him still for more. 5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
That I shall owe him most.
12 Hebrews iv, 8–9. (7's sixes.)
Of this day of God will cease;
All the weariness of life.
For thy people, Lord, above,
Genesis xix, 17. (L. M.) 1 MY God! and can I linger still,
With coward heart and wav'ring will,
Still loth to give myself to thee?
Being, with all its powers, conferr'd;
Shall I not render thee thine own?
The bitter cup of agony;
4 Spirit of life! whose voice within,
Oft warns my conscious soul of sin,
And thou still griev'd, and still oppos'd ? 5 But is there mercy, Lord, with thee?
And hope for me? Yes, e'en for me!
And look on me, and bid me live ?
Untold, unfathomable love;
1 LET me be with thee, where thou art,
2 Let me be with thee, where thou art,
Thy unveil'd glory to behold;
Where spotless saints thy name adore ;