THU art and, high upon thy throne, HOU art the everlasting Son, Thou art at the right hand of God, 2 When all the sharpness of our death To all believers evermore: O Lamb of God! and thou wilt come, 3 In thee we trust: we pray thee, Lord, T'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And when my voice is lost in death, 1363 2 3 II. ET all the earth her voices raise, LTO sing the choicest palm of praise, To sing and bless Jehovah's name: And all his saving works proclaim. His temple how divinely fair! 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name. Then shall the race of men confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim. Praise shall employ my nobler FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. powers: 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely His truth forever stands secure; And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the laboring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, And grants the prisoner sweet re- 4 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. 364 2 THOU hidden Source of calm repose, Secure I am while thou art mine: And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame, I hide me, Jesus, in thy name. Thy mighty name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above: Comfort it brings, and power, and peace, And joy, and everlasting love: My rest in toil, my ease in pain; In war, my peace; in loss, my gain; In weakness, my almighty power; My light, in Satan's darkest hour; 2 Fear not, though many should oppose, For God is stronger than thy foes, And makes thy cause his own: The promised land before thee lies, Go and possess the glorious prize, Reserved for thee alone. 3 In glory, there the King appears, He wipes away his people's tears, And makes their sorrows cease; 4 Fair emblem of a better rest, 5 Nor shall I always absent be Within the realms of light. Ere long my Lord will rend the veil, BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay, Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name. Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies In one melodious concert rise, To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Ye angels catch the thrilling sound; And touch the sweetest string. 3 Let every element rejoice: Ye thunders, burst with awful voice, 4 Let saints, redeemed from death and In louder, loftier numbers tell, The wonders of his grace: Beyond creation's utmost bounds; Above her noblest sweetest sounds, Declare Jehovah's praise. FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 368 THOU that hear'st the prayer of Wilt thou not save a soul from death, 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, And bring me near to God. By him some word of life impart, 4 The king of terrors then would be To bid me come away; Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, 369 That calls me to thy hallow'd dome, My feet the summons shall attend, 2 With joy shall I behold the day, And leads me to his rest! 3 E'en now, to my expecting eyes, I view her mansions, that contain 4 Hither, from earth's remotest end, And skies and stars obey thy word; Ere stars adorned the sky: Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage; Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne for ever stands on high. 4 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new, There fixed, thy church shall ne'er re move; Thy saints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. To hear the people cry, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, 3 4 Adorned with wondrous grace, FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 373 RIEND after friend departs; FRIE Who has not lost a friend? That finds not here an end. Where parting is unknown: Formed for the good alone; 4 Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own light. 374 HEN I can trust my all with God And walls of strength embrace thee WI trial's fearful hour round: In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. There David's greater Son Has fixed his royal throne; He sits for grace and judgment there: He makes the sinners sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. May peace attend thy gate, 5 My tongue repeats her vows, Peace to this sacred house! For here my friends and kindred dwell: And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Bow all resigned beneath his rod, 2 An earthly mind, a faithless heart, He takes a hostage of our love, 3 There stands our child before the Lord, Ere he had toiled, at rest. No doubts this blessed faith bedim; 4 O blessed be the hand that gave; Who heals the heart he breaks. |