Hymn 98. C. M.
GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform,
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs
And works his sov'reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace,
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his works in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
Hymn 99. L. M.
GOD! how constant is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.
Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And strengthens nature's wearied powers.
Thine arm sustain'd us while we slept,
Else had our eyelids clos'd in death:
Our life in safety still is kept,
And still we breathe our wonted breath.
That life we yield to thy command,
To thee we consecrate our days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Hymn 100. C. M.
GOD, my strength and fortitude
Of force I must love thee;
Thou art my castle and defence
In my necessity.
When sore beset with pain and grief,
I pray'd to God for grace;
And he forthwith heard my complaint,
Out of his holy place.
The Lord descended from above,
And bow'd the heav'ns most high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
Hymn 101. P. M.
OW pleasant, Lord, thy dwellings are!
What peace, what bliss inhabits there!
With ardent hope, with strong desire,
Our heart and flesh to thee aspire:
We love to tread thy courts, and thee,
Our God, the living God, to see!
Bless'd are thy saints, who, day by day,
Within thy temple wait and pray;
Bless'd, who, their strength on thee reclined
Thy seat explore with constant mind;
And, Salem's distant towers in view,
With active zeal their way pursue.
From stage to stage advancing still,
Behold them reach fair Zion's hill;
And prostrate at her hallow'd shrine,
Adore the Majesty divine;
Where thy refulgent glory spreads
Its purest pleasures o'er their heads.
O thou! whom heavens high hosts revere,
God of our Fathers! bow thine ear:
Thou that art Israel's sun and shield,
To us thy grace and guidance yield,
While we, in confidence of prayer,
On thee, great God, repose our care.
Hymn 102. C. M.
ARISE, O King of Grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest!
Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,
Thus to be own'd and blest.
Enter with all thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and thy Word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.
Here, mighty God, accept our vows,
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.
Here let the Son of David reign:
Let God's anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.
Here let him hold a lasting throne;
And as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.
LESS'D are the souls that hear and know
The Gospel's joyful sound;
Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.
Their joy shall bear their spirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name;
His righteousness exalts their hope,
And puts their foes to shame.
The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives:
Israel, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.
Hymn 104. C. M.
ALL hail the great Redeemer's name! Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye heaven-born seraphs tune the lyre,
And, as ye sound it, fall
Before his face who rules your choir;
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David, Lord did call;
The God incarnate! man divine!
The crowned Lord of all.
Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Come, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let every tribe, and every tongue,
Yea, nations great and small,
Praise him, in universal song,
As crowned Lord of all.
EHOLD! the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
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