And here our children bring, To shout thy praise. 2 Thou art our holy Lord, Thou didst thyself abase, 3 Ever be near our side, Our Shepherd and our Guide, 4 So now, and till we die, 459 GLO II. LORY to God on high! 2 Jesus, our Lord and God, Tell what his arm has done, 3 While they around the throne Praising his name; 4 Join, all ye ransomed race, Praise ye his name; 460 II. THOU, whose almighty word 2 Thou, who didst come to bring, 3 Spirit of truth and love, FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 461 MY faith looks up to thee, Now hear me while I pray; 2 May thy rich grace impart As thou hast died for me, 3 While life's dark maze I tread, From thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll; Blest Saviour, then, in love, O bear me safe above A ransomed soul. THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, 2 O, why should I wander, an alien from Or cry in the desert for bread? [thee, How he called little children as lambs to Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed. 3 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen, The star that on Israel shone? Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been, And where with his flock he has gone. his fold, [then. I should like to have been with them 2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, [me, That his arm had been thrown around And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, 4 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer 3 sweet, Is heard thro' the shadows of death; The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfumed with his breath. "Let the little ones come unto me." Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love; And if I thus earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above. Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; HE Lord is my Shepherd, no want Star of the east, the horizon adorning, THE shall I know, [rest; I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed. 2 Thro' the valley and shadow of death tho' I stray, I [fear, Since thou art my guardian, no evil Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. BR I. 2 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. Richer by far is the heart's adoration, RIGHTEST and best of the sons of Dearer to God are the prayers of the the morning! poor. Shout, for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, HITHER, ve faithful, haste with songs Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion of triumph, O come, and let us worship at his feet. 2 O Jesus, for such wondrous condescension, is free. FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 471 Our praise and reverence are an offer-I WOULD not live alway: I ask not ing meet; Now is the Word made flesh, and dwells among us; O come, and let us worship at his feet. 3 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels, to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Let the celestial courts his praise re-2 peat: Unto our God be glory in the highest; O come, and let us worship at his feet. 469 I. COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel, Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love: Come to the feast prepared; come, ever knowing, Earth has no sorrows, but heaven can [no more; Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. Temptation without and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, Arise, for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. NEARER, my God, to thee, nearer to 2 Daughter of Zion, the Power that hath thee! E'en tho' it be a cross that raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee. |