« AnteriorContinuar »
2 In blessing thee with grateful songs,
3 Abundant sweetness while I sing,
§ In all I do I feel thine aid,
Therefore thy greatness will I sing, O God who bidst my heart be glad
Beneath the shadow of thy wing.
6 My soul draws nigh and cleaves to thee; Then let or earth or hell assail,
Thy mighty hand shall set me free,
1 God of my life, through all its days
2. When anxious care would break my rest,
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
But when the final conflict’s o'er,
Soon shall I learn th” exalted strains,
Hymn 16. L. M.
ETERNAL pow'r, whose high abode, Becomes the grandeur of a God: Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. Thee, while the first archangel sings, * He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too : From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! Earth from afar has heard thy fame, And worms have learnt to lisp thy name : But O, the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. God is in heaven, and men below, Be short our tunes, our words be few ; A sacred rev'rence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.
* ALMIGHTY Maker, God, How wond’rous is thy name ! Thy glories how diffus’d abroad, Throughout creation’s frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t” express Thy goodness and thy praise, 3 In native white and red, The rose and lily stand, And free from pride their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand. 4 The lark mounts up on high With unambitious song, And bears her Maker's praise on high, Upon her artless tongue. 5 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too; Fain would my tongue adore my King And pay the worship due. 6 But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform ; Curs'd pride that creeps securely in, And swells a wretched worm. 7 Create my soul anew, Or all my worship's vain; This sinful heart will not be true, Till it be form'd again. 8 In joy then let me spend The remnant of my days ; And to my God my soul ascend, In sweet perfume of praise.
Hymn 18, 7's
%ateful notes and numbers bring,
While Jehovah's praise we sing;
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord,
Men on earth, and saints above,
Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear
Our humble hallelujah's hear,
Purer praise we hope to bring,
Lead us to that blissful state, here thou reign'st supremely great!
Hook with pity from thy throne,
Send the Holy Spirit down.
While on earth ordain'd to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way 5 ill we come to reign with thee,
And thy glorious greatness see.
Then with angels we'll again
There no tongue shall silent be,
1 CoME, and let us sweetly join,
2 Hands and hearts and voices raise,
3 Strive we, in affection, strive,
4 We like them may live and love,
5 Sing we then in Jesus' name,
6 We, for Christ, our master, stand,
7 Witnesses that Christ hath dy'd,
8 Christ is now gone up on high;