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When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne, R ; OCK of ages, cleft for me,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
! 2 Not the labor of my hands
Shine upon us, Saviour! shine; Can fulfil the law's demands;
Fill thy church with light divine; Could my zeal no respite know, And thy saving health extend Could my tears for ever flow,
To the earth's remotest end. All for sin could not atone,
2 Let the people praise thee, Lord ! Thou must save, and thou alone.
Be by all that live adored : 3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Let the nations shout and sing,
Glory to their Saviour King;
3 Let the people praise thee, Lord! Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Earth shall then her fruits afford; 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, God to man his blessing give,
When my heart-strings break in death, Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
13 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; One in joy, and light, and love.
Press onward to the prize; 446 II.
Soon our Saviour will return;
Triumphant in the skies.
Happy entrance will be given; Ever may my soul be fed,
All our sorrows left below, With the true and living Bread: And earth exchanged for heaven. Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him that died. 449 2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies YHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, This blest cup of sacrifice;
Christ, the true, the only Light, 'Tis thy wounds my healing give; Sun of righteousness, arise, To thy cross I look and live:
Triumph o'er the shades of night; Thou, my life, O let me be
Day-spring from on high, be near, Rooted, grounded, built on thee. Day-star in my heart appear.
12 Dark and cheerless is the morn, FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP.
If thy light be hid from me; 447
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I seeSON of God! to thee I cry: Till they inward light impart,
Peace and gladness to my heart. Of thy dwelling here on earth, By thy pure and holy birth,
(3 Visit then this soul of mine, Hear, oh, hear my lowly plea :
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief, Manifest thyself to me!
Fill me, O thou light divine, 2 Lamb of God! to thee I cry:
Scatter all my unbelief;
display, By thy bitter agony,
Shining to the perfect day.
450 Manifest thyself to me!
AFELY through another week, 3 Prince of Life! to thee I cry:
God has brought us on our way; By thy glorious majesty,
Let us now a blessing seek, By thy triumph o'er the grave,
On th' approaching Sabbath-day : Meek to suffer, strong to save,
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 While we seek supplies of grace, 448
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciled face,
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this night in thee.
3 When the morn shall bid us rise, Time shall soon this earth remove:
Let us feel thy presence near; Rise, my soul, and haste away,
May thy glory meet our eyes, To seats prepared above.
When we in thy house appear: 2 Rivers to the ocean run,
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
Both speed them to their source: Conquer sinners, comfort saints ;
Make the fruits of grace abound, Pants to view his glorious face, Bring relief from all complaints: Upward tends to his abode,
Such let all our Sabbaths prove To rest in his embrace.
Till we join the church above.
Mine, mine was the transgression, 451 I.
But thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow O With grief and shame weigh'd
To thank thee dearest Friend, down!
For this thy dying sorrow,-
Thy pity without end!
Lord, make me thine for ever, O sacred Head, what glory!
Nor let me faithless prove; What bliss, till now, was thine !
O let me never, never Yet, though despised and gory,
Abuse such dying love. I joy to call thee mine.
4 And when I am departing,
O part not thou from me; 2 How art thou pale with anguish, When mortal pangs are darting, With sore abuse and scorn!
Come, Lord, and set me free! How does that visage languish These eyes new faith receiving,
Which once was bright as morn! From Jesus shall not move, Thy grief and thy compassion For he who dies believing, Were all for sinners' gain ;
Dies safely, through thy love.
Salvation ! O salvation ! AIL
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
14 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, He comes to break oppression,
And you, ye waters, roll, To set the captive free;
Till like a sea of glory, To take away transgression,
It spreads from pole to pole; And rule in equity.
Till o'er our ransomed nature, 2 He comes with succor speedy
The Lamb for sinners slain, To those who suffer wrong;
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
LOD is my strong salvation,
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation, Were precious in his sight.
My light, my help is near: 3 Kings shall fall down before him, Though hosts encamp around me, And gold and incense bring :
Firm to the fight I stand :
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand ?
2 Place on the Lord reliance, And daily vows ascend;
My soul, with courage wait:
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate: 4 O'er every foe victorious,
His might thine heart shall strengthen, He on his throne shall rest,
His love thy joy increase; From age to age more glorious, Mercy thy days shall lengthen, All-blessing and all-blest ;
“The Lord will give thee peace.” The tide of time shall never His covenant remove;
POR thee, O dear, dear Country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love beholding 453
Thy happy name they weep:
ROM Greenland's icy mountains, The mention of thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And love, and life, and rest. From many an ancient river,
2 There is the throne of David, From many a palmy plain,
And there, from toil released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast : 2 What, though the spicy breezes There those who, thro' their Leader, Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Have conquered in the fight,
Are clad in robes of white.
3 Their breasts are filled with gladness, The gifts of God are strown;
Their tongues the gladness prove, The heathen, in his blindness,
Their one and only anthem,
In fulness of his grace,
Shall soon behold for ever,
And worship face to face !
1. NOME, thou almighty King,
Help us to praise.
Ancient of Days. 2 Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend.
On us descend.
In this glad hour.
Spirit of power. 4 To the great One in Three The highest praises be,
Love and adore. 457
Thine own bright ray!
Oh, come to-day! 2 Come, Light serene and still, Our inmost bosoms fill;
Dwell in each breast :
And make us blest !
Heal every wound:
While heavenward bound.' 4 Come, all the faithful bless; Let all, who Christ confess,
His praise employ:
Eternal joy. 458
COME Holy Ghost, –in love
Guiding in love and truth Through devious waysChrist our triumphant King, We come thy name to sing,