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HYMN 568. L. M.
2 My heart, my life, my tongue are thine:
3. Thy glories, the seraphic lyre
4 Yet the great Sov’reign of the skies
5 Great God, accept the humble praise,
4 O let thy sacred word impart
5 The blissful word, with joy replete,
6 Then shall my joyful spirit rise On wings of faith above the skies; And when these transient scenes are o'er, And this vain world shall tempt no more; 7 O may I reach the blissful plains, Where thy unclouded glory reigns, And dwell forever near thy throne In joys to mortal thoughts unknown. , MRs. STEELE. HYMN 570. C. M. Intreating the Presence of Christ in his Churches. Hag. xi. 7. Co.; thou desire of all thy saints, Our humble strains attend, While with our praises and complaints Low at thy feet we bend. 2. When we thy wond’rous glories hear, And all thy suff'rings trace, What sweetly awful scenes appear ! What rich unbounded grace | 3 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise ! How should our souls on wings of love, Mount upward to the skies!
4 But ah! the song, how cold it flows |
5 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise In us the heav'niy flame;
Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
6 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
HYMN 571. L. M. Penitence. HOW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! Let a repenting sinner live; Art not thy mercies large and free ? May not the contrite trust in thee? 2. With shame my num’rous sins I trace, Against thy law, against thy grace; And though my prayer thou should'st not hear, My doom is just, and thou art clear. 3 Yet save a penitent, O Lord Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Seeks for some precious promise there, Some sure support against despair.
4 My sins are great, but don't surpass
5 O wash my soul from ev’ry stain,
6 Then shall thy love inspire my tongue;
OW pleasing is the scene, how sweet! When kindred souls in friendship join; Whose joys and cares united meet In bands of amity divine. 2 Less fragrant was the ointment pour’d On Aaron's consecrated head, When balmy sweets profusely shower'd Down to his sacred vesture spread. 3 Not flow'ry Hermon e'er display'd, (Impearl’d with dew,) a fairer sight; Nor Zion's beauteous hills array'd In golden beams of morning light. 4 'Tis here the Lord indulgent sheds His kindest gifts, a heavenly store; With life immortal crowns their heads, When earth's frail comforts please no more.
May we employ in work divine
2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly
3 The word of life, dispens’d to-day,
O bid the wretched sons of need On soul-reviving dainties feed 4 Thy spirit's powerful aid impart; O may thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear and warm the heart; Then shall the day indeed be thine, Then shall our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne." MRs. STEEle.
RAISE ye the Lord; let praise employ
In his own courts your songs of joy;
2 Recount his works in strains divine ;
His wond’rous works how bright they shine !
3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,
4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance
5 Let the loud cymbal sounding high,
5 Let all whom life and breath inspire,