He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.
3 'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue sinners doom'd to die;
He gave us grace in Christ his Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.
4 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last,
And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transactions past,
And brings iminortal blessings down.
5 He dies, and in that dreadful night
Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising, he brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of the joy.
Common Metre.
Divine Goodness in Afflictions.
1 NOW to thy heavenly Father's praise,
My heart, thy tribute bring;
That goodness which prolongs my days,
With grateful pleasure sing.
2 Whene'er he sends afflicting pains,
His mercy holds the rod;
His powerful word the heart sustains,
And speaks a faithful God.
3 A faithful God is ever nigh,
When humble grief implores;
His ear attends each plaintive sigh,
He pities and restores.
4 My grateful soul would humbly bring
Her tribute to thy throne;
Accept the wish, my God, my King,
To make thy goodness known.
5 O be the life, thy hand restores,
Devoted to thy praise;
To thee I consecrate my powers,
To thee, my future days.
6 Thy soul-enlivening grace impart,
A warmer love inspire;
And be the breathings of my heart
Dependence and desire.
HYMN CXCI. Common Metre. * or b
1 NOW winter throws his icy chains,
Encircling nature round:
How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
With verdure lately crown'd!
2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,
And light and warmth depart;
And, drooping, lifeless nature seems
An emblem of my heart.
3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,
In night's dark mantle clad,
Confin'd in cold, inactive chains,
How desolate and sad!
4 Ere long the sun, with genial ray,
Shall cheer the mourning earth;
And blooming flowers, and verdure gay,
Renew their annual birth.
5 So, if my soul's bright Sun impart
His all-enlivening smile,
The vital ray shall cheer my heart,
Till then a frozen soil.
6 Then faith and hope and love shall rise, Renew'd to lively bloom,
And breathe, accepted to the skies,
Their humble, sweet perfume.
7 Great Source of light, thy beams display,
My drooping joys restore,
And guide me to the seats of day,
Where winter frowns no more.
1 O CHARITY! thou heavenly grace!
All tender, soft and kind!
A friend to all the human race,
To all that's good inclin❜d!
2 The man of charity extends
To all his liberal hand;
His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends,
His pity may command.
3 He aids the poor in their distress,
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless,
And lessen all their pain.
4 The sick, the prisoner, poor and blind,
And all the sons of grief,
In him a benefactor find,
He loves to give relief.
5 'Tis love that makes religion sweet,
"Tis love that makes us rise,
With willing mind and ardent feet,
To yonder happy skies.
6 Then let us all in love abound,
And charity pursue;
Thus shall we be with glory crown'd,
And love as angels do.
HYMN CXCIII. Long Metre. * or b
Xu, Longing for Heaven.hay mu
1 O COULD I soar to worlds above,
That blessed state of peace and love!
How gladly would I mount and fly
On angels' wings to joys on high !
2 But ah! still longer must I stay,
Ere darksome night is chang'd to day;
More crosses, sorrows, conflicts bear,
Expos'd to trials, pains and care.
3 Well, let these troubles still abound,
Let thorns and briars fill the ground;
Let storms and tempests dreadful come,
Till I arrive at heaven, my home.
4 My Father knows what road is best,
And how to lead to peace and rest;
To him I cheerful give my all,
Go where he leads, and wait his call.
5 When he commands my soul away,
Not kingdoms then shall tempt my stay ;
With rapture I shall wake, and rise
To join my friends above the skies.
HYMN CXCIV. Common Metre. *
The universal Extent of Christ's Kingdom. Isaiah, ii. 2, 4.
1 O'ER mountain tops, the mount of God,
In latter days, shall rise
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they say,
And to his house we'll go.
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;
The King, who reigns in Salem's towers,
Shall the whole world command.
4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.
5 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife
Disturb those happy years;
To plough-shares men shall beat their swords
To pruning-hooks their spears.
6 No longer hosts, encountering hosts,
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They'll lay the martial trumpet by,
And study war no more.
HYMN CXCV. Common Metre. or b
Obedience to God our Father.
1 O GOD, my Father, I adore
That all commanding name;
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