209 NE true God we all confess: ONE Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Praised by all the heavenly host: God of God, and Mary's Son, Going forth from Father, Son,--- No. 9. 210 FAITH. L. M.-No. 1. FAITH is a living power from heaven, That grasps the promise God hath given, A confidence in Christ alone Whose grace cannot be overthrown. 2 Faith in the conscience worketh peace, 3 Faith feels the Spirit's kindling breath 4 We thank Thee then, O God of heaven, 211 Till we shall see Thee face to face. FAITH is wisdom from on high, Hearing ear and seeing eye; In the soul a higher light 3 Faith is sure, where sight is blind: 4 Faith, in childlike trust, is wise: No. 9. By whose grace the weak grow strong, 212 Praise be Thine, O Lord of might! C. M.-No. 2. DELUDED souls, that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast Of inward joys and sins forgiven, 3 A faith that changes all the heart; 4 Faith must obey our Father's will, 213 A pard'ning God requires us still C. M.-No. 2. LET triumphant faith dispel 2 He who His only Son gave up 3 Who now His people shall accuse? Who now His people shall condemn? 4 And He who died hath risen again, 214 0 At God's right hand for us He pleads, C. M.-No. 2. FOR a faith that will not shrink, 2 That will not murmur nor complain But, in the hour of grief and pain, 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear That, when in danger, knows no fear, 4 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown, 5 A faith that keeps the narrow way And with a pure and heavenly ray 6 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 215 PRAYER. C. M.-No. 2. PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, His watch-word at the gate of death- 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 216 While angels in their songs rejoice, To Thee, O Lord, will I sing praises, No. 54. For where is found a glorious God like Thee? To Thee my heart its anthem raises, O give Thy quick'ning Spirit's aid to me, That I may sing in Jesus' name alone, In strains which find acceptance at Thy throne. |