FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 347 LIFT my soul to God, Let not the foes that seek my blood 2 From the first dawning light And lead me in thy truth: The meek shall learn his ways, 5 For his own goodness' sake He saves my soul from shame; He pardons, though my guilt be great, 348 M This joy to call thee mine; Y God, permit my tongue And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy does implore: Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord, 349 And ways into his hands; Who earth and heaven commands- 3 On God alone rely; Then safe shalt thou go on: 4 When he makes bare his arm, He girdeth thee with might; SWEET is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, 2 Sweet at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell; And when approach the shades of 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve thee 4 To songs of praise and joy, That such may be our blest employ ST. THOMAS. S. M. 351 I. RAISE your triumphant songs To an tune, Let the wide earth resound the deeds 2 Sing how eternal Love Its chief Beloved chose, 2 The work, O Lord, is thine, 3 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray; And bade him raise our wretched race 4 Hosanna to the King From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls 4 'Twas mercy filled the throne, When Christ was sent with pardons 5 Lord, we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim Of David's royal blood: Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring 5 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; [down, 353 To the salvation thou hast brought, II. 4 How holy is his name! How terrible his praise! Thy arduous work will not be done Justice, and truth, and judgment join 4 Fight on, my soul, till death In all his works of grace. ode The church our blest Redeemer saved 2 I love thy church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 If e'er to bless thy sons, My voice or hands deny, These hands let useful skill forsake, 4 If e'er my heart forget Her welfare or her woe, Let every joy this heart forsake, 5 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend: To her my cares and toils be given, 6 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways; Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe 8 Sure as thy truth shall last, The brightest glories earth can yield, Shall bring thee to thy God; 356 TO God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice; 3 Let all my youthful crimes And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, 4 His mercy and his truth The righteous Lord displays, In bringing wandering sinners home, 357 "TIS but a little while, And he shall come again, [lives Who died that we might live, who That we with him may reign: 2 Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; 358 ND must this body die, Austral frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine 2 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down and watches all my dust, 3 Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, 4 These lively hopes we owe We would adore his grace below, I LOVE the volume of thy word; Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 2 From the discoveries of thy law 8 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty concience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. |