While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
Sing we, to our God above,
Praise eternal as his love:
Praise him, all ye heav'nly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
SEE Felix, cloth'd with pomp and pow'r,
See his resplendent bride,
Attend to hear a pris'ner preach
The Saviour crucify'd.
Felix up starts, and trembling cries,
• Go for this time away;
I'll hear thee on these points again
'On some convenient day.'
Attention to the words of life
Let Felix thus adjourn;
Lord, let us make these solemn truths
Our first and last concern.
SOURCE of light, and pow'r divine,
Deign upon thy truth to shine;
Lord, behold thy servant stands,
Lo! to thee he lifts his hands;
Satisfy his soul's desire,
Touch his lip with holy fire.
Ope thy treasures! so shall fall
Unction sweet on him on all,
Till, by odours scatter'd round,
Christ himself be trac'd and found:
Then shall ev'ry raptur'd heart,
Rich in peace and joy, depart.
THE good hand of God has brought us again, (A favour bestow'd we hope not in vain) To hear from our Saviour the word of his grace;
Then be our behaviour becoming the place.
To worship the Lord with praise and with pray'r,
To practice his word as well as to hear. To own with contrition the deeds we have done,
And take the remission God gave in his Son.
Blest Spirit of Christ, descend on us thus;
Thy servant assist, teach him to teach us;
O send us thy unction, to teach us all good,
And touch with compunction, and sprinkle
with blood.
THANKFUL for our ev'ry blessing,
Let us sing Christ the spring,
Never, never ceasing!
Source of all our gifts and graces,
Christ we own, Christ alone
Calls for all our praises.
He dispels our sin and sadness,
Life imparts, cheers our hearts,
Fills with food and gladness.
He himself for us hath given,
Us he feeds, us he leads
To a feast in heaven.
THE more, thro' grace, myself I know,
The more content I am to bow,
And lie at Jesu's cross:
By faith I feel his cleansing blood;
I wait on him for ev'ry good,
And count my gain but loss.
Content and glad, O may I be,
To have Salvation, Lord from thee,
E'en as a sinner poor!
I nothing have, I nothing am,
My treasure's wholly in the Lamb,
Both now and evermore.
To thee our wants are known,
From thee are all our pow'rs;
Accept what is thine own,
And pardon what is ours;
Our praises, Lord, and pray'rs receive,
And to thy word a blessing give.
O grant that each of us,
Now met before thee here,
May meet together thus,
When thou and thine appear!
And follow thee to heav'n our home;
Even so, Amen: Lord Jesus, come!
THOU say'st, dear Jesus, all thy saints, Who love thy face to see,
Shall have, while in this vale of tears,
Kind visits oft from thee.
Then let my soul with thee converse,
Who art my chief delight;
For sure the world can't ease my heart.
If banish'd from thy sight.
THANKS, for mercies past, receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth how to live
With eternity in view :
Bless thy word to old and young,
Fill us with the Saviour's love;
And when life's short race is run,
Take us to thy house above.
THIS God is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable friend,
Whose love is as great as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure nor end,
'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.
THOU Saviour divine,
Most graciously bless
These mercies of thine
With spiritual grace:
That, while we are tasting
Our temporal food,
Our souls may be praising
The goodness of God.
THOU, who for sinners once wast slain,
Once dead, but now alive again;
Give me to know, to taste, to prove,
The pow'r and sweetness of thy love.
Give me to feel my sins forgiv'n,
And know myself an heir of heav'n:
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
And fill me with the love of God.
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