Hymn 190. C. M. A Pillar in the Heavenly Temple. Rev. iii. 12. 1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail! I bow to thy command; And own that David's royal key 3 There as a pillar let me stand, Uprear'd by thy almighty hand, 4 There deep engraven let me bear 5 In lasting characters inscribe Hymn 191. S. M. Sanctified Affliction. Rev. iii. 19. And O, how rich the blessings are, 2 He lifts it up on high, 3 With pity in his heart, That ev'ry stroke his children feel, And own his sov'reign sway; They turn their erring footsteps back 4 His cov'nant love they seek, 5 That closer still engage their hearts Dread Father we consent, To discipline divine; And bless the pains that make our souls Hymn 192. L. M. The Influences of the Spirit Experienced. 1 DREAD Lord, and shall thy spirit rest 2 When sin prevails, and gloomy fear, Lord, is it not thy blissful ray, Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 7 Let thy kind spirit in my heart For ever dwell, O God of love, And light and heav'nly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above. Hymn 193. 6. 8. 4. Covenant God. Ps. iii. 6. Acts vii. 32. ¿ THE God of Abra'm praise, Who reigns enthron'd above, Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love. 2 3 Jehovah great, I AM, By earth and heav'n confess'd! [The God of Abra'm praise, 4 I all on earth forsake 5 7 Its wisdom, fame, and pow'r; The God of Abra'm praise, Whose all-sufficient grace Shall guide me all my happy days He calls a worm his friend! And he shall save me to the end, He by himself has sworn; I shall, on eagle's wings upborne, 8 I shall behold his face; 1 2 3 4 5 I shall his pow'r adore; And sing the wonders of his grace [Tune, Harwich.] 'Tis sweet to recline On the bosom divine, And experience the comforts peculiar to thine; While born from above, And upheld by thy love, With singing and triumph to Zion we move. We attempt to explain, Which found and accepted a ransom for man: Great surety of mine, Thou didst not decline To concur with the Father's most gracious design. To Jesus, our friend, Our thanks shall ascend, Who saves to the uttermost, and loves to the end: Our ransom he paid, In his merit array'd, We attain to the glory for which we were made, All ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh; To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Our ransom and peace, Our surety he is; Come, see if there ever was sorrow like this! May the blood that he spilt, Wash our souls from their guilt, Thus fit us for heaven and glory bestow: Our harps shall be tun'd, The Lamb shall be crown'd And glory to God and the Lamb shall resound. [Tune, Harmony.] The Believer's Rest. 1 "THERE is a calm for those who weep, And while their mould'ring ashes sleep 2 "The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, 3 "The sun is but a spark of fire, [Tune, Melton Mowbray.] Dying Stephen. 1 HEAD of the church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee! Till thou appear, Thy members here, Shall sing like those in glory; And cry aloud, And give to God, The praise of our salvation. 2 While in affliction's furnace, And passing through the fire. |