H that I knew the secret place,
Where I might find my God:
To spread my wants before his face,
And pour my woes abroad:
2 To tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain ;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.
3 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
God sits upon a throne of grace,
And bids thee seek Him there.
THOU gracious God, and kind,
O, cast our sins away;
Nor call our former guilt to mind,
Thy justice to display.
Thy tend'rest mercies show,
Thy richest grace prepare,
Ere yet, with guilty fears laid low,
We perish in despair.
Save us from guilt and shame,
Thy glory to display ;
And, for the great Redeemer's name,
Wash all our sins
4 So we, Thy flock, Thy choice,
The people of Thy love,
Shall in Thy care, through life, rejoice,
But praise Thee best above,
204 IN weakness I draw nigh,
Before the throne of grace;
Answer, O Lord, my mournful cry,
And fill me with Thy peace:
Fain would I hate my sin,
And ponder on Thy love;
Till all be sanctified within,
And set on things above.
To Thee I recommend
My weak and trembling soul:
On Thee for future grace depend,
My strength, my life, my all.
205 ALL people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.
2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed,
Without our aid He did us make;
We are his flock, He doth us feed,
And for his sheep He doth us take.
3 O, enter, then, his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
4 For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.
206 HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord!
Live, by heaven and earth ador'd!
Full of Thee they ever cry,
Glory be to God on high!
2 Thee to laud in songs divine,
Angels and archangels join:
We with them our voices raise,
Echoing Thine eternal praise.
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
From whence my blessings flow.
2 The creature of Thy hand,
On Thee alone I live!
My God, Thy benefits demand
More praise than I can give.
3 Oh! what can I impart,
When all is Thine before!
Thy love demands a grateful heart!
The gift, alas! how poor!
4. O, let Thy grace inspire
My soul with strength Divine;
Let all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.
208 LORD of every land and nation,
"Ancient of eternal days,"
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and lawful praise.
Hallelujah! Amen.
2 "Brightness of the Father's glory,"
Shall Thy praise unutter'd lie?
Shun, my tongue, such guilty silence;
Sing the Lord who came to die.
Hallelujah! Amen.
3 Did archangels sing Thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me, ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.
Hallelujah! Amen.
4 From the highest throne in glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives-
Flow my praise, for ever flow.
Hallelujah! Amen.
209 I'VE found the Pearl of greatest price,
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ I have,
All gold without alloy.
2 Christ is a Prophet, Priest, and King,
A Prophet full of light:
A Priest who stands 'twixt God and me,
A King who rules with might.
3 This Christ, He is the Lord of lords,
He is the King of kings,
He is the Sun of Righteousness,
With healing in his wings.
4. Christ is my meat; Christ is my drink;
My medicine and my health;
My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown;
My glory, and my wealth.
210 JOIN all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore!
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
2 Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy name; By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone;
And now it pleads before the throne.
Almighty, Sovereign Lord,
My Captain and my King!
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace, I sing.
Thine is the power. Behold! I sit
In willing bonds before Thy feet.
211 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone He can create, and He destroy.
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