A DEBTOR to mercy alone, With me can have nothing to do; 2 The work which his goodness began, And never was forfeited yet : 3 My name from the palms of his hands HYMN 204. S. M. YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; 2 Though in a foreign land, His grace shall to the end Nor present things, nor things to come, 4 The time of love will come, 5 Tarry his leisure then, Wait the appointed hour; Wait till the bridegroom of your souls, Reveal his love with pow'r. 6 Bless'd is the man, O God, That stays himself on thee; Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see. HYMN 205. P. M. How glorious the Lamb Is seen on his throne ! His labours are o'er, His conquests put on ; A kingdom is giv'n Into the Lamb's hand, In earth and in heav'n, Forever to stand. HYMN 206. P. M. MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee, 2 Lord of ev'ry land and nation, Ancient of eternal days! Sounded through the wide creation 3 For the grandeur of thy nature, Grand beyond a seraph's thought, For created works of power, Works with skill and kindness wrought, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 4 For thy providence, that governs Through thine empire's wide domain; Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, Blessed be thy gentle reign. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, 6 Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise unutter'd lie? Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence ! HYMN 207. P. M. FATHER, behold us here, According to thy word; To worship without fear, Our dear redeeming Lord; O may thy light and truth now shine, Drawn, wholly drawn, by thee, Perceive our work is done : As kings and priests, with thee to reign. 3 We bless thee, God of peace, For life and glory giv❜n, To us and all the race Call'd up from earth to heav'n ; Hasten, great God, the day of love, When ev'ry soul his grace shall prove. HYMN 208. L. M. COME, worship at Immanuel's feet; See, in his face, what wonders meet ! 2 When shall we climb those higher skies, 3 Nor earth, nor air, nor sun, nor stars, HYMN 209. L. M. DEAR Shepherd, see thy flock Lere met, Before thy pierced feet to bow; To praise thy wounds, thy blood and sweat, Through which eternal love did flow. 2 Thou art with us where'er we meet ; 3 Great mercies thou to us hast shewn, Seal'd for thine own we surely are ; |