T. 185.

709. GRACIOUS Saviour, bless thy congreRichly all her wants supply; [gation, Be our only joy and consolation,

Till we quit mortality:

Of each weight may we be more divested,
Live beneath thy sceptre unmolested,

In thy matchless radiance shine,
Filled with thy love divine.

a Cheer thy chosen witnesses, O Jesus,
Who thy dying love proclaim;
That with joy they may to distant places
Bear thy great and glorious name:
By thy arm O may they be defended,
Till their pilgrimage on earth is ended,
And they are with thee at rest:
Lord, we pray, hear our request.
Christopher Batty, 1715-97.

LORD Jesus, with thy presence bless,
By land and sea, thy witnesses:
In every danger them defend,
In every trial prove their friend.

2 O may thy word in Christendom
Be blest, and may thy kingdom come;
And may thy servants joyful bring
New spoils, each day, to thee, their King.
3 Preserve in constant love and peace,
And through thy blessing still increase
Thy little flocks, which far and near
In towns and villages appear.

4 Thy thoughts of peace o'er us fulfil,
Incline our hearts to do thy will:
Thy gospel make more fully known;
May all the world thy goodness own.

3. von Watteville, 1718-88.

ATTEND, O Saviour, to our prayer;
All things by thy appointment are:
We thee confess the sovereign Lord,
Thy name be everywhere adored.

2 Thou who on earth the sick didst heal,
And to the poor thy love reveal,
O comfort, by a look from thee,
All in distress or poverty.

3 Nearer and nearer draw us still;
Might all but know thy holy will:
Subdue all pride and stubbornness,
O Lord, by thy prevailing grace.
4 Preserve by thy almighty aid
Those who have thee their refuge made;
Grant that, in all things free from blame,
In meekness they may praise thy name.
John Gambold, 1711-71.

ETERNAL Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Who bidst the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;

O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.

2 O Saviour, whose almighty word
The winds and waves submissive heard,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amid its rage didst sleep;
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.

3 O sacred Spirit, who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
Who bad'st its angry tumult cease
And gavest light, and life, and peace;
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.

O GOD of heaven and earth, arise,
And hear our loud, united cries;
See Britain bow before thy face,
Throughout her isles, and seek thy grace.
2 Our trust is not in mortal hosts,
Nor in the fleets that guard our coasts:
Thine is the land, and thine the main,
And human force and skill are vain.

3 Our guilt might draw thy vengeance
On every shore, on every town; [down
But view us, Lord, with pitying eye,
And lay thy lifted thunder by.

4 Forgive the follies of our times,
And purge our land from all its crimes:
Reformed and decked with grace divine,
Let princes, pastors, people shine.

Ph. Doddridge, 1702-51.

UPON our Queen's anointed head,
O Lord, thy choicest blessings shed,
Defend her graciously;
Preserve her in thy fear and love,
Give her true wisdom from above,
To govern so as pleaseth thee.

2 Be thou her great reward and shield,
To her thy promised succour yield;
Support her by thy grace:
The branches of her family,
O Lord, crown with prosperity,

And we will give thee all the praise.

3 Our Sovereign with thy favour bless;
Stablish the throne in righteousness;
Let wisdom hold the helm;
The counsels of our senate guide;
Let justice in our courts preside:

Rule thou, O Lord, and guard the realm.
F. W. Foster, 1760-1835

a UPON this happy morn
The Lord of life arose ;
He burst the bands of death,
And vanquished all our foes;
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all his love.

2 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings,
And earth in humbler strains

Thy praise responsive sings;

Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!
E. Scott & Colluilla Anon.

THIS is the day of light;

Let there be light to-day;

O Day-spring, rise upon our night,
And chase its gloom away.

2 This is the day of rest;
Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed thou thy freshening dew.

3 This is the day of peace;
Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid thou the noise of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.

4 This is the day of prayer;
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek thee there,
Come down to meet us here.

5 This is the first of days;
Send forth thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death!

John Ellerton, b. 1825.

723.

LORD, our eyes unseal,

To our minds reveal

T. 68.

All that glorious hidden treasure,
Grace and mercy without measure,
Which in thy good word
For our need is stored.

2 Holy Ghost, arise

On our darkened eyes;

Now to Christ our Saviour lead us;
Jesus, in thy pastures feed us;
With thy word may we
Ever nourished be.

3 Ever on our sight

Pour thy holy light;

Darkness all around us reigneth,

But thy hand our steps sustaineth; Thou dost guide us still

To thy holy hill.

Arthur Tozer Russell, 1806-74.

LORD Christ, reveal thy holy face,
And send the Spirit of thy grace,
To fill our hearts with fervent zeal,
To learn thy truth, and do thy will.
2 Lord, lead us in thy holy ways,
And teach our lips to tell thy praise:
Revive our hope, our faith increase,
To taste the sweetness of thy grace:
3 Till we with angels join to sing
Eternal praise to thee, our King;
Till we behold thy face most bright,
In joy and everlasting light.

Jacobi k 4 To God, the Father, and the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth and all in heaven. (3 William, Duke of Weimar, 1598-1662.

GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers; We would employ in works divine

These solemn, these devoted hours:
Our willing hearts adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.
2 We bid life's cares and trifles fly,
And where thou art appear no more:
Omniscient Lord, thy piercing eye

Doth every secret thought explore:
O may thy grace our hearts refine,
And fix our thoughts on things divine!
3 The word of life, dispensed to-day,
Invites us to a heavenly feast;
May every ear the call obey,

Be every heart a humble guest:
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed!

4 Thy Spirit's gracious aid impart,

And let thy word, with power divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart, And make the day entirely thine. Thus may our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne! Anne Steele, 1716-78.

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T. 14.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord, descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes, in God, his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise ;

The highest heavens in which he reigns Shall give him nobler praise.

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place, Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And wait to hail the brighter day
Of everlasting bliss.

729.

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748.

T. 205.

PLEASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of thy saints;
For the brightness of thy face,
King of glory, God of grace.
2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round thine altars, O Most High;
Happier souls that find a rest
In their heavenly Father's breast:
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to thine ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls! their praises flow,
Even in this vale of woe:

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies.
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they see thy face at length,
At thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.
4 Lord, be mine this prize to win :
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by thy saving grace;
Give me at thy side a place;
Sun and Shield alike thou art,
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from thee,
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me!
Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847