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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