3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid,
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.
5 When strong temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside;
My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.
6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And never let me go astray,
From happiness and thee.
The Syro-Phenician Woman. Mat. xv. 26, 27.
1 ALL-conquering faith! how high it rose!
When heaven itself might seem t'oppose !
All gracious Lord! who didst appear
Most merciful when most severe !
2 Thus, at thy feet, our souls would fall,
And loudly thus for mercy call;
"Thou Son of David, pity show,
"And save us from th' infernal foe."
3 Though viler than the brutes we be,
Our longing eyes would wait on thee,
Who dost to dogs such grace afford,
To taste the crumbs beneath thy board.
4 But thou the humble soul wilt raise,
And all its sorrows turn to praise ;
Each self abasing broken heart,
Shall with thy children share a part.
HYMN VI. Short Metre.
Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star.
I ALL hail, mysterious King!
Hail, David's ancient root !
Thou righteous branch, which thence did To give the nations fruit.
2 Our weary souls shall rest
Beneath thy grateful shade;
Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste,
By thy blest fruit convey'd.
3 Fair morning star, arise!
With living glories bright;
And pour on these awakening eyes
A flood of sacred light.
4 The horrid gloom is fled,
Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray;
Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead
A Pillar in the heavenly Temple.
I ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail!
I bow to thy command,
And own that David's royal key
Well fits thy sovereign hand.
2 Open the treasures of thy love,
And shed thy gifts abroad;
Unveil to my rejoicing eyes
The temple of my God.
3 There as a pillar let me stand,
On an eternal base ;
Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,
And polish'd by thy grace.
4 There, deep engraven let me bear,
The title of my God;
And mark the New Jerusalem,
As my secure abode.
5 In lasting characters inscribe
Thy own beloved name;
That endless ages there may read
The great Immanuel's claim.
HYMN VIII. Long Metre.
Uncharitable Judgment.
1 ALL-knowing God, 'tis thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin,
2 Who among men, high Lord of all,
Thy servants to his bar may call?
Decide of heresy, and shake
A brother o'er the flaming lake?
3 Who, with another's eye, can read?
Or worship by another's creed?
Revering thy command alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.
4 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right,
Whilst faithful we obey our light;
And, censuring none, arc zealous still
To follow, as to learn, thy will.
5 When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people, fashion'd in thy mould?
And charity our lineage prove,
Deriv'd from thee, O God of love?
HYMM IX. Long Metre. *
A Vision of the Lamb.
! ALL mortal vanities, begone!
Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;
Behold, before th' eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears!
2 Glory his fleecy robe adorns,
Mark'd with the bloody death he bore;
Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns,
To speak his wisdom and his power.
3 Lo! he receives a sealed book
From him that sits upon the throne !
Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look
On dark decrees and things unknown.
4 All the assembling saints around
Fall worshipping before the Lamb;
And in new songs of gospel sound,
Address their honours to his name.
5 Our voices join the heavenly strain,
And with transporting pleasure sing,
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
To be our Saviour and our King.
6 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell, With thine inestimable blood;
And wretches, who did once rebel,
Are now made servants of their God.
7 Worthy for ever is the Lord,
Who died for treasons not his own,
By every tongue to be ador'd,
And reign upon his Father's throne.
3 There as a pillar let me stand,
On an eternal base;
Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,
And polish'd by thy grace.
4 There, deep engraven let me bear,
The title of my God;
And mark the New Jerusalem,
As my secure abode.
5 In lasting characters inscribe
Thy own beloved name;
That endless ages there may read
The great Immanuel's claim.
HYMN VIII. Long Metre.
Uncharitable Judgment.
1 ALL-knowing God, 'tis thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.
2 Who among men, high Lord of all,
Thy servants to his bar may call ?
Decide of heresy, and shake
A brother o'er the flaming lake?
3 Who, with another's eye, can read?
Or worship by another's creed?
Revering thy command alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.
4 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right,
Whilst faithful we obey our light;
And, censuring none, arc zealous still
To follow, as to learn, thy will.
5 When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people, fashion'd in thy mould?
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