How long the holy city
Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity;
Rebuild her walls again.
Let fall thy rod of terror:
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error:
Release the fetter'd heart.
Let Israel, home returning,
Her lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind thy Church to Thee.
HELP us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in thy perfect will;
Each other's burdens learn to bear,
And thus thy law of love fulfil.
He that hath pity on the poor
Lendeth his substance to the Lord;
And lo! his recompense is sure,
For more than this shall be restored.
Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart,
As Thou hast bless'd our various store,
From our abundance to impart
A liberal portion to the poor.
To Thee our all devoted be,
In whom we breathe, and move, and live; Freely we have received of Thee
Freely may we rejoice to give.
FOUNTAIN of good! to own thy love
Our thankful hearts incline;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee,
When all the worlds are thine?
But Thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of thy grace;
Whose humble names Thou wilt confess
Before thy Father's face.
In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheer'd;
And in their accents of distress
Thy pleading voice is heard.
Thy face, with reverence and with love,
We in thy poor would see;
For while we minister to them,
We do it, Lord, to Thee.
GREAT God! in heaven and earth supreme,
Whose glories all creation fill;
Our souls adore thy awful name,
And humbly wait to do thy will.
Thy glorious might what tongue can tell,
What force thy sovereign power withstand?
Yet Thou dost stoop with men to dwell,
And give thy blessings through their hand.
"Tis our's to feed these lambs of thine,
And train their footsteps on to heaven;
We hail with joy the charge divine,
And freely give as Thou hast given.
O Fount of love! all-gracious God!
What can we offer but thine own!
For we are thine, redeem'd with blood,
The precious blood of Christ thy Son.
On these, on us, thy grace bestow,
The contrite heart, the lowly mind,
The love of God in Christ to know,
The wisdom from above to find.
Defend us from the power of sin,
Save us from all self-righteous pride;
Our sure support, thy peace within,
Our only plea, that Christ has died.
THE Lord, who once our weakness knew,
Born in this vale of tears,
In wisdom as in stature grew,
In favour as in
And as He bare our humble lot,
Mankind from sin to free,
In mercy said, "Forbid them not,
Let children come to Me."
May we, O Lord, betimes obey
The call thy grace has given,
And still pursue the narrow way
That leads our steps to heaven.
Though angels round thy throne on high
Their hymns of triumph raise,
Thou hearest when to Thee we cry;
Thou wilt not scorn our praise,
O THOU, whose glory and whose grace
Celestial hosts proclaim,
Look down from heaven, thy dwelling-place,
Teach us to fear thy Name.
Within the volume of thy word,
We, from our early youth,
Learn of our Saviour and our Lord,
The Way, the Life, the Truth.
Thy word displays the concord sweet
Of fear and holy love:
Mercy and truth together meet,
Descending from above.
O Lord! thy glory and thy grace
Whilst now our lips proclaim,
Come to our hearts, thy dwelling-place,
And make us fear thy Name.
SHEPHERD of Israel, from above
Thy feeble flock behold;
And let us never lose thy love,
Nor wander from thy fold.
Thou wilt not cast thy lambs away;
Thy hand is ever near,
To guide them lest they go astray,
And keep them safe from fear.
We want thy help, for we are frail;
Thy light, for we are blind:
Let grace o'er all our doubts prevail,
To prove that Thou art kind.
Teach us the things we ought to know,
And may we find them true;
And still in stature as we grow,
Increase in wisdom too.
DAY of Judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!
See the Judge our nature wearing,
Cloth'd in majesty divine!
You who long for his appearing
Then shall in his glory shine.
Gracious Saviour!
Own me in that day for thine!
Then to those who have confessed,
Loved, and served the Lord below,
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow:
Shall my love and glory know."
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