1 Thy love we praise, Which made us thine, While thou art near, The world, with sin and satan, Break through them all, For that high prize, Which thou hast set before us: At God's right hand, Hymn 197. [Tune, Amsbury.] New Year's Day. COME, let us anew, Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still, till the master appear: His adorable will 2 3 Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope and the labour of love. Our life is a dream, Our time as a stream And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. The arrow is flown, The moment is gone; Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. O that each in the day Of his coming, may say, "I have fought my way through, "I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do." O that each from his Lord, May receive the glad word; "Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne." [Tune, Hymn to the Trinity.] Praise to Jehovah. 1 COME, thou Almighty King, Help us thy name to sing, Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, 2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, Scatter our enemies, And make them fall! Let thine almighty aid Our souls on thee be stay'd: 3 Come, thou incarnate word, On us descend! 4 Come, holy Comforter, 5 To the great One in Three Hence evermore! His sov'reign Majesty Love and adore! Hymn 199. L. M. [Tune, Lambeth.] Hope in Despair. Psalm lxxvii. 7, 10, 1 ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress, Just ready all hope to resign; I pant for the light of thy face, And fear it will never be mine. 2 Dishearten'd with waiting so long, I sink at thy feet with my load; All plaintive I pour out my song, And stretch forth my hands unto God. 3 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease; Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r; Men. 1 TELL US, O women, we would know Women. We, call'd to leave the world below, Men. 2 Whence came ye? say, what the place That ye are trav'ling from? Women. From tribulation, we, through grace, Men. 3 Is not your native country here? Women. We seek a better country far, 159 4 Thither we travel, nor intend 5 Friends of the Bridegroom, we shall reign; Saviour, we ask no more! Hail, Lamb of God! for sinners slain ! 1 'SHEPHERDS rejoice! lift up your eyes, 2 Jesus, the Lord, whom angels fear, 3 No gold nor purple swaddling bands, 4 Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, 6' Glory to God that reigns above, |