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Our next of kin, our Brother now
But, ah! how faint our praises rise !
O glorious hour! it comes with speed, When we, from sin and darkness freed, Shall see the God who died for man, And praise Him more than angels can.
D. S. M.
On Thee we cast our care;
And know Thou hear'st our prayer. Give us on Thee to wait,
That we Thy will may do;
Almighty to renew.
Give us a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
And sees the tempter fly.
A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
We rest upon Thy word;
Thy promises endure;
From Thee are ever sure:
Nor from our hope remove,
Into Thy perfect love. Amen.
When rising floods the soul o'erflow,
Teach us, where'er Thy steps we see,
If rough and thorny be the way,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Thy wonted mercy find.
Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin ;
How great my guilt has been.
Withdraw not Thou Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight,
Its everlasting flight.
A wounded spirit is
By Thee most highly priz'd:
Shall never be despis’d.
The joy Thy favour gives
Let me again obtain,
My fainting soul sustain. Amen.
8-7, 8-7, 8-8-7. The Lord of Might from Sinai's brow
Gave forth His voice of thunder; And Israel lay on earth below,
Outstretch'd in fear and wonder; Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And at His left hand and His right
The rocks were rent asunder. The Lord of Love on Calvary,
A meek and suffering stranger,
In nature's hour of danger;
And met His Father's anger.
The King of all created,
On clouds of glory seated;
O’er death and hell defeated. Amen.
L. M. FROM depths of grief, O God most high, To Thee we raise our trembling eye; Oppress'd with doubt on life's rough sea Our souls for refuge fly to Thee.
If Thou iniquity should'st mark
The blood on ancient altars spilt
That mercy once so dearly bought, Mercy beyond an angel's thought, Mercy to cancel sin's vast sum, Lord for that mercy now we come. Amen.
L. M. THOUGH we have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford; And let us venture near Thy throne, To plead the merits of Thy Son. A broken heart, O God, our King, Is all the sacrifice we bring; Thou, gracious God, wilt ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice.
Our souls lie humbled in the dust,