SHOEL. PORTUGAL.
HYMN 11.
We sing the bright and Morning Star,
The day-spring of eternal love!
See how its rays, diffused from far,
Conduct us to the realms above!
Those cheering rays, spread wide abroad,
Point out the Christian's onward way;
And as he goes, he finds the road
Enlightened with increasing day.
More bright and beauteous it will grow,
As onward still his way he wends:
In heav'n its beams forever glow,
Where light with life in glory blends.
HYMN 12.
Breathe, Holy Spirit, from above,
Until our hearts with fervor glow;
O kindle there a Saviour's love,
That we his grace divine may know.
Bid all conflicting passions cease,
And fear from every mind to flee;
And give to each that holy peace,
Unknown to all who know not Thee.
Confer on us thy heav'nly joy,
Our hopes and faith to triumph raise;
Guide us to bliss without alloy,
And tune our hearts to endless praise.
From worship, now,thy church dismiss-
But not without thy blessing, Lord;
O grant a taste of heavenly bliss,
And seal the teachings of thy word.
Oft may these pleasant scenes return,
When we shall meet to worship thee;
Oft may our hearts within us burn
To hear thy word, thy goodness see.
And when these scenes of joy are past,
To thee, our God, O may we fly,
And meet th' assembled world at last,
In our unfading home on high.
Sweet hope! the heav'nly balm of joy,
Triumphant reign within my mind;
Let doubt nor darken nor destroy,
The peace that in thy smile I find.
Thou art the comfort of my days,
The solace of each weary hour,
The joy that wakes to life my praise,
And animates each vital pow'r.
Thy ever-glorious light appears,
And gilds the clouds of earthly gloom;
And buds of bliss, tho' steep'd in tears,
In thy blest rays expand and bloom.
Come, blessed Spirit, source of light,
Whose pow'r and grace are unconfined;
Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
The deeper darkness of the mind.
To my illumined eyes display
The glorious truth thy words reveal,
That I may run the heav'nly way,
And with delight perform thy will.
Thine inward teachings may I know,
The depths of thy redeeming love,
The vanity of things below,
And glory of the things above.
While through the maze of life I stray,
Spread like the sun, thy beams abroad;
O show me wisdom's peaceful way,
And guide my feeble steps to God.
Great God! let all my tuneful pow'rs
Awake, and sing thy mighty name :
Thy hand revolves my circling hours,-
Thy hand from whence my being came.
Seasons and times, still rolling round
In beauteous order, speak thy praise;
And years, with smiling mercy crown'd,
To thee successive honors raise.
My life, my health, my friends, I owe,
All to thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of purer joys above.
Thus will I sing till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more;
And after death, thy boundless grace
Through everlasting years adore.
In thee, thou all-sufficient God,
The springs of happiness arise,
That spread delight thro' earth abroad,
And bless the mansions of the skies.
We, the productions of thy might,
The beings fashioned by thy love,
Look to thy throne of love and light,
And wait thy blessing from above.
Protect the young from every snare,
And let thy staff support the old;
Inspire each soul with fervent pray'r;
To every mind thy truth unfold.
So shall thy people lift the voice,
And humbly bend the willing knee,—
And, while in grace their hearts rejoice,
Ascribe the praise and might to thee.
Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are framed upon thy throne above,
And every dark or bending line
Meets in the centre of thy love.
With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thine arrangements view,
Not knowing that the least are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.
Thy flock, thine own' peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uneyed,
Are led or driven only where
They best and safest may abide.
They neither know nor trace the way;
But trusting to thy piercing eye,
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.
My favored soul shall meekly learn,
To bow before thy holy throne;
And while thy wisdom I discern,
Embrace thee as my Guide alone.
My God! eternal is thy love;
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil like early dew.
Thou spreadst the curtains of the night,
Kind Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs.
I yield myself to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
HYMN 23.
Great God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
Might I enjoy the meanest place,
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r,
Would tempt me to desert thy door.
All needed grace wilt thou bestow,
And crown thy grace with glory too;
Thy favors thou wilt e'er impart,
To men of pure and upright heart.
O God our King, whose mighty sway,
The glorious host of heaven obey,
Shine forth in light, that evermore
Mankind thy mercy may adore.
Come, Holy Spirit, calm each mind,
And fit us to approach our God;
May every feeling be refined,
In view of thy serene abode.
Thou hast imparted to each soul,
A living spark of holy fire;
And thou, with thy divine control,
Can'st fill us with devout desire.
Still brighter faith and hope impart,
And let us now our Saviour see;
O breathe thy love in ev'ry heart,
And bid our spirits rest in thee.
Great God, to thee my evening song,
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with glowing praise.
My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry gently rolling hour,
Record the wonders of thy grace,
And speak of thy unbounded pow'r.
Thy love and might, celestial guard,
Preserve me from surrounding harm;
No ill can reach me while the Lord
Extends his kind, protecting arm.
Let this blest hope my eyelids close;
With soothing sleep refresh my frame:
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
Here in thy name, eternal God!
We build this earthly house for thee;
O choose it for thy blest abode,
And guard it long from error free.
Here, when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear thou in heav'n thy dwelling place,
And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive.
Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed gospel of thy Son,
Still by the pow'r of his great name,
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
Here may thy doctrine drop like rain;
Here be thy love a constant guest;
Here may our great Redeemer reign,
And here the Holy Spirit rest.
Thy glory never hence depart;
Yet choose not thou this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every soul set up thy throne.
Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy!
Know that the Lord is God alone:
He can create, and he destroy.
His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when, like wandering sheep, we
stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
We'll crowd his gates with thankful
songs;
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill his courts with sounding praise.
Wide as the world is his command,
Vast as eternity his love;
Firm as a rock his truth shall stand
When rolling years shall cease to move.
He dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men;
But, lo, what sudden joys we see,-
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
Break off your tears, ye saints, and say,
How high your great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he rose to endless day,
And led the tyrant Death in chains!
Say, Live forever, glorious King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save;
Then ask the spoiler, Where's thy sting?
And,Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?
HYMN 31.
Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
My heart is fixed-my song shall raise
Immortal honors to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
His might and wonders to proclaim.
High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
While lower worlds dissolve and die.
Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
With one consent, let all the earth,
To God their cheerful voices raise,
And sing to him who gave us birth,
And light and life, the songs of praise.
He is our God, and he alone:
From him both we and all proceed;
We, whom he chooses for his own,
The flock which he delights to feed.
O enter then his temple gate,
Thence to his courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his name with praises bless.
He is the Lord-supremely good-
His mercy is forever sure:
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
When I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
The gains of earth I count but loss,
And feel the guilt and shame of pride.
Forbid, O God, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of thy dear Son;
By dying love attracted most,
By grace and truth may I be won.
Almighty and immortal King,
Thy peerless splendor none can bear;
But seraphs bow and veil their eyes,
When God unveils his glory there!
Yet faith can pierce the dark profound,
Thy realm of light and life to see,
And with its tremblings mingle joy,
In fixed regards, great God, to thee.
O may our faith and hope and love,
Still live and glow in thy pure light;
In life, in death, in worlds unknown,
Our Lord, our Portion, our Delight.
O Thou, whose arm of might surrounds,
Creation's wide and wondrous bounds;
This day thy people bend the knee,
And lift the voice, in praise, to Thee!
This nation Thou hast greatly blessed,
With freedom, peace and welcome rest
O may our hearts devoutly raise
To Thee the hymn of grateful praise.
Our fathers, in the days of yore,
Confessed Thy arm, and felt thy pow'r:
May we, from chains and bondage free,
With grateful hearts rejoice in Thee.
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