Used by per. of JOHN CHURCH Co., owners of Copyright. 0:4 4 Lo! he comes! see the King draw near; Zi - on, shout, the Lord is here. 61 WAITING FOR THEE. I. BALTZELL, by per. 4 the com-ing of the day, have left to welcome thee, 1. Saviour, we are long-ing, waiting, For 6264 4 We are wait-ing now for thee, We are wait-ing now for thee, We are waiting, we are wait-ing for thee; We are wait-ing now for thee, We are 66 MARLOW. C. M. J. CHETHAM. 1. Come, hap-py souls, ap-proach your God, With new, me Come, render to Al-might-y grace The tribute of your tongues. 1 Come, happy souls, approach your God, | 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind, With new, melodious songs; The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men, The Father sent his only Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, 67 I. WATTS. 1 To thee, my righteous King and Lord, My grateful soul I'll raise ; From day to day thy works record, And ever sing thy praise. His anger slow to move; 5 Throughout all ages shall endure Thine everlasting reign; And thy dominion, firm and sure, 68 1 Lord, when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, O may we feel the sins we own, 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see; 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign; And not a thought our bosom share 2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds; 4 And when, with heart and voice, we Thy glory knows no end; The lasting record of thy deeds Through ages shall descend. Our grateful hymns to raise, Let love divine within us live, And fill our souls with praise. [strive 3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might, 5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell, My constant theme shall be; That song shall be my soul's delight Which breathes in praise to thee. Thy mercies we'll review ; With love divine transported, tell— Thou, God, art Father too! J. D. CARLYLE. 69 LANESBORO. C. M. DIXON. 1. Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spir - it faints a way, My thirsty spirit faints a way, Without thy cheer-ing grace. 1 Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; |: My thirsty spirit faints away, :|| Without thy cheering grace. 2 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, ||: Or raise so high my cheerful voice, :|| As thy forgiving love. 3 Thus, till my last, expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; |: Thus will I lift my hands to pray, :|| And tune my lips to sing. 70 1 Father, to thee my soul I lift ; My soul on thee depends; ||: Convinced that every perfect gift :|| From thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, And power and wisdom too: |: Without the Spirit of thy Son :|| We nothing good can do. 3 We cannot speak one useful word, One holy thought conceive, |: Unless, in answer to our Lord, :|| Thyself the blessing give. 4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive The power on thee to call, : In whom we are, and move, and live ; :|| Our God is all in all. C. WESLEY. 71 1 Be strong, my soul, in God Most High, And trust his mighty arm; |: The hand that holds the starry sky :|| Preserves thee safe from harm. 2 He is thy buckler and defence, Thy rock, thy strength, and tower; |: And he will be thy confidence, :|| In each distressing hour. 3 Be strong, my soul, in God Most High, Though helpless, poor, and low; |: The gleaming worlds that stud the sky :|| His power and glory show. 72 1 Hail, great Creator, wise and good! To thee our songs we raise; ||: Nature, through all her various scenes, :|| Invites us to thy praise. 2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, 3 The lofty hill, the humble lawn, 4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, ||: O, may our hearts, great God, be led :|| Through all thy works to thee! |