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God's glory and majesty.

GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord

And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry;-

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory fill'd
Of thy majestic sway.

4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crown'd with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy Church throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee,

That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty.

273 The Lord's Supper: Strength renewed. 78-d.

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GOD, unseen, yet ever near,

Thy presence may we feel; And thus, inspired with holy fear, Before thy table kneel.

2 Here may thy faithful people know The blessings of thy love;

The streams that through the desert flow,-
The manna from above.

3 We come, obedient to thy word,
To feast on heavenly food;
Our meat, the body of the Lord,
Our drink, his precious blood.

4 Thus may we all thy words obey;
For we, O God, are thine;
And go rejoicing on our way,
Renew'd with strength divine.

ATHER divine, thy piercing eye Sees through the darkest night; In deep retirement thou art nigh, With heart-discerning sight.

2 May that observing eye survey
My faithful homage paid,
With every morning's dawning ray,
And every evening's shade.

30 may thine own celestial fire

The incense still inflame,
While fervent vows to thee aspire,
Through my Redeemer's Name.

4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;

So wilt thou deign, in worlds above, Thy suppliant to confess.

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Afflictions blessed.

OW tender is thy hand,

How to most gracious Lord! Afflictions came at thy command, And left us at thy word.

2 How gentle was the rod

That chasten'd us for sin!

149-c.

THO
THOU seest my feebleness,
Jesus, be thou my power,-
My help and refuge in distress,
My fortress and my tower.

2 Give me to trust in thee;
Be thou my sure abode :

My horn, and rock, and buckler be, My Saviour and my God.

8 Myself I cannot save,Myself I cannot keep,

But strength in thee I surely have, Whose eyelids never sleep.

4 My soul to thee alone,

Now therefore I commend :

Thou, Jesus, love me as thine own, And love me to the end.

1022 Our help cometh from the Lord. 143-b.

ESUS, to thee we fly

JESUS

From the devouring sword;
Our city of defence is nigh;
Our help is in the Lord.
Or if the scourge o'erflow,
And laugh at innocence,
Thine everlasting arms, we know,
Shall be our souls' defence.

2 We in thy word believe,

And on thy promise stay;
Our life, which still to thee we give,
Shall be to us a prey:

Our life with thee we hide

Above the furious blast,
And shelter'd in thy wounds abide
Till all the storms are past.

991 God's wondrous way among the 147-b.

788 The unchangeable truth and love 147-c. of Jesus.

SUBMISSIVELY, my God,

I all to thee resign,

And bow before thy chast'ning rod;
Nor will I, Lord, repine.

2 Why should my heart complain,
When wisdom, truth, and love
Direct the stroke, inflict the pain,
And point to joys above?

3 How short my suff'rings here;
How needful every cross:
Away with doubt, distrust, and fear,
Nor call my gain my loss.
4 Then give, or take away,
I'll bless thy sacred Name:
Jesus to-day, and yesterday,
And ever, is the same.

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This earth, he

OW oft have I the Spirit grieved,

HOW

Since first with me he strove;

How obstinately disbelieved,
And trampled on his love!.
How have I sinn'd against the light;
Broken from his embrace;

And would not, when I freely might,
Be justified by grace.

2 But after all that I have done
To drive him from my heart,
The Spirit leaves me not alone,—
He doth not yet depart;
He will not give the sinner o'er;
Ready e'en now to save,
He bids me come as heretofore,
That I his grace may have.

3 I take thee at thy gracious word;
My foolishness I mourn;
And unto my redeeming Lord,
However late, I turn:
Saviour, I yield, I yield at last;
I hear thy speaking blood;
Myself, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God.

4 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

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WHAT is our calling's glorious hope, But inward holiness?

For this to Jesus I look up;

I calmly wait for this.

2 I wait till he shall touch me clean,-
Shall life and power impart;
Give me the faith that casts out sin,
And purifies the heart.

3 This is the dear redeeming grace,
For every sinner free;
Surely it shall on me take place,
The chief of sinners,-me.

4 From all iniquity, from all,
He shall my soul redeem;
In Jesus I believe, and shall
Believe myself to him.

5 When Jesus makes my heart his home, My sin shall all depart;

And, lo! he saith, I quickly come,
To fill and rule thy heart.

6 Be it according to thy word;
Redeem me from all sin;

My heart would now receive thee, Lord; Come in, my Lord, come in!

THOU Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
To thee I humbly pray;

O heal me of my grief and pain,—
And take my sins away.
Now from this bondage, Lord, release,
And give the wand'rer rest:
Redeemer, Saviour, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast.

2 Thou wilt not cast a sinner out,
Who humbly comes to thee;
My gracious Lord, I cannot doubt
Thy mercy is for me:

O let me now obtain the grace,
And find my long-sought rest:
Redeemer, Saviour, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast.

3 Mere worldly good I do not want;
Be that to others given:
While only for thy love I pant,
My all in earth or heaven:
This is the crown I fain would seize,―
With which I would be blest:
Redeemer, Saviour, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast.