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Isaiah ix, 6. (L. M.)
1 MY song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to his abode ;
The great Supreme, the mighty God! 2 Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense,
He shines eternal ages hence !
Salvation is his dearest claim,
27 Revelation v,
13. (c. M.)
With angels round the throne,
But all their joys are one. 2 “Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“ To be exalted thus :"
“For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4 Let all that dwell below the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name,
And to adore the Lamb.
Zechariah xiii, 1. (c. M.)
1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
(Unworthy though I be,)
A golden harp for me! 4 'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years,
And form’d by power divine,
No other name but thine.
John iii, 18. (c. M.)
1 LORD, when we bend before thy throne,
And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And shun what we deplore.
Their grateful songs to raise ;
And rise to thee in praise.
May we our wills resign;
Which is not wholly thine.
And waft it to the skies; And teach our hearts, 'tis goodness still That
grants it or denies.
Psalm lxxii, 17-19. (D. L. M.)
1 BLESSED be thy name for ever,
Thou, of life the guard and giver:
2 Thou, who slumb’rest not nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest;
Hebrews iv, 9. (c. m.)
1 LORD, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known ;
And thou art lov'd alone!
2 Celestial Spirit, make me know
That I shall enter in ;
And wash me from my sin. 3 Remove this hardness from my heart,
This unbelief remove ;
The sabbath of thy love!
Into my soul descend,
My Author and my End !
Psalm xix, 8. (L. M.)
1 I LOVE the sacred book of God,
No other can its place supply;
It gives me wings, and bids me fly.
The image of my absent Lord :
The joys his presence will afford. 3 In thee I read my title clear,
To mansions that will ne'er decay ;
And bear his pris'ner far away?
For nothing shall be then conceal'd : When I have reach'd the heav'nly shore,
The Lord himself will stand reveal'd. 5 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply
His place, and tell me of his love ;
Isaiah lxiii, 16. (c. m.)
Amidst the hosts above;
He reigns, the God of love !