Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where should we lodge our deep complaint?
Where, but with Thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?
Then hear, O Lord! our humble cry,
And bend on us thy pitying eye.
To Thee their prayer thy people make;
Hear us, for our Redeemer's sake!
THE billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast the wintry sky;
Out of the depths to Thee we call;
Our fears are great, our strength is small.
O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guide and guard us through the storm, Defend us from each threatening ill, Control the waves, say, Peace, be still!
Amidst the roaring of the sea,
Our souls still hang their hope on Thee;
Thy constant love and faithful care
Support, and save us from despair.
LET my life be hid with Thee,
Gracious Saviour! Lord of might!
Saved from sin, from dangers free,
Lighten'd by thy perfect light.
Let my life be hid with Thee,
When my raging foes abound,
Cover'd by thy panoply,
Safe within thy holy ground,
Let my life be hid with Thee,
When my soul is vex'd below;
Let me still thy mercy see,
When bow'd down by grief and woe.
Let my life be hid with Thee,
When in death I sink and fail; Lest my raging enemy
In that dying hour prevail.
Let my life be hid with Thee,
Bound within thy life above;
Living through eternity,
In the realms of peace and love.
O GOD, that madest earth and sky,
The darkness and the day,
Give ear to this thy family,
And help us, when we pray!
The cross our Master bore for us,
For Him we fain would bear;
But mortal strength to weakness turns,
And courage to despair.
Then mercy on our failings, Lord!
Our sinking faith renew,.
And when thy sorrows visit us,
Oh send thy patience too!
PRAISE to God, immortal praise
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ :
All to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow.
All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,
Pure religion's holier beams;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
LORD, of thy mercy hear our cry
For this long-favour'd land;
That now, as in the days gone by,
Her strength may be thy hand!
May she her holy lot fulfil,
Earth's sanctuary to be;
And stand amid the nations still,
A witness true to Thee.
And when the last dread trumpet's sound
Upon her ear shall ring,
Grant that her children may be found
Prepared to meet their King!
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Oh, how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But Thou canst read it there.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ:
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are;
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine,
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild refreshing dew.
These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
We own and bless thy gracious sway
Thy hand all nature hails:
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.
THIS stone to Thee in faith we lay,
We build the temple, Lord, to Thee:
Thine eye be open night and day
To guard this house and sanctuary.
Here, when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear, Thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when Thou hearest, O forgive!
Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed Gospel of thy Son,
Still by the power of his great name
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
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