RISEHOLME. 1 ImfTHERE is a holy sacrifice 2mf That high and lofty One, whose praise The contrite heart. 3 mf The Holy One, the Son of God, And consecrate, as His abode, 4mfThe blessèd Spirit, from on high, The contrite heart. L.M. A contrite heart! Amen A-men. A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry; cres Thy pardoning grace is rich and free: With deep and conscious guilt op- Christ and His Cross my only plea: "O God, be merciful to me!' 3mf Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; P "O God, be merciful to me!" cres To Calvary alone I flee: "O God, be merciful to me !" 5mf And when, redeemed from sin an hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwel cres My raptured song shall ever be, f" God has been merciful to me!" Amen fA SAFE stronghold our God is still, 3 f And were this world all devils o'er, A trusty shield and weapon; He'll help us clear from all the ill mf The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell; On earth is not his fellow. And watching to devour us, We lay it not to heart so sore; Not they can overpower us. And let the prince of ill Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit; For why? his doom is writ; ff A word shall quickly slay him. f With force of arms we nothing can, 4mf God's word, for all their craft and force, p Full soon were we down-ridden; s But for us fights the proper Man, f Whom God Himself hath bidden. Ask ye, who is this same? Christ Jesus is His name, The Lord Sabaoth's Son; He and no other one Shall conquer in the battle. One moment will not linger, But, spite of hell, shall have its course; 'Tis written by His finger. And, though they take our life, cres Yet is their profit small; These things shall vanish all, f The city of God remaineth. Amen. |