Whilst with a grateful heart we share These pledges of our Saviour's care. 2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose, In splendid triumph o'er his foes, Scatter'd his gifts on men below, And wide his royal bounties flow.
3 Hence sprang th' Apostle's honour'd name, Sacred beyond heroick fame; Hence dictates the prophetick sage, And hence the evangelick page.
4 In lower forms to bless our eyes, Pastors from hence and Teachers rise; Who, though with feebler rays they shine, Still mark a long extended line. 5 From Christ their varied gifts derive, And, fed by him, their graces live ; Whilst, guarded by his potent hand, Amidst the rage of hell they stand. 6 So shall the bright succession run, Though all the courses of the sun; Whilst unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish large and fair. 7 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know The spring whence all these blessings flow; Pastors and people shout his praise, Through the long round of endless days.
HYMN LXXI. Common Metre.
The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures.
1 FATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory shines! For ever be thy name ador'd, For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find;
Treasures beyond what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast; Sublimer fruits than nature knows, Invite the longing taste.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around ; And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heavenly pages be Our study and delight;
And still new beauties may we see, And still increasing light.
6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near;
Teach us to love thy sacred word, And view our Saviour there.
1 FATHER of mercies! send thy grace,
All powerful, from above,
To form, in our obedient souls, The image of thy love.
2 O may our sympathizing breasts That generous pleasure know; Kindly to share another's joy,
And weep for others' woe.
3 Whene'er the helpless sons of want In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on wretched man, When seated in the skies; Amidst the glories of that world, He felt compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To raise us from the ground;
And shed his rich and precious blood, A balm for every wound.
HYMN LXXIII. Long Metre. or b Humility.
I FOLLY builds high upon the sand; But lowly let my basis be;
Firm as a rock, my hope shall stand, Deep founded in humility.
2 Content, when threat'ning ills obtrude, Sweet meek eyed patience arm my soul; And let a prudent fortitude
Teach me my passions to control.
3 My God, I long to know thee still, To love and fear and trust thee more; To live submissive to thy will, And whilst I feel thy grace, adore. 4 My faith and love, obedient be, O Saviour, to thy just commands ! My ardent soul still follows thee, And trusts her interest in thy hands. 5 Let love and mercy all divine, Justice descending from the skies, Kindness and truth my heart incline Still to forgive my enemies.
6 Thus may I act the christian part, The social, humane and divine ; Whilst a wise zeal inspires my heart, Then shall I know that heaven is mine.
HYMN LXXIV. Common Metre. * or b Abraham's Blessing extended to the Gentiles. 1 GENTILES by nature, we belong To the wild olive wood;
Grace took us from the barren tree, And grafts us on the good.
2 With the same blessings, grace endows The Gentile as the Jew!
If pure and holy be the root, Such are the branches too.
3 Then let the children of the saints Be sanctified to God;
In that great covenant, confirm'd By water and by blood.
Thus to the parents, and their seed,
Shall thy salvation come;
And numerous households meet at last
In one eternal bome.
The Excellency of the Gospel.
1 GOD, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known; And sinners of a humble frame
May taste his grace, and learn his name. 2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to cheer our hearts; Its influence makes the sinner live, It bids the drooping saint revive.
Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls ; It guides us all our journey through, And brings a better world to view.
May this blest volume ever lie Close to my heart, and near my eye; To life's last hour, my soul employ, And fit me for the heavenly joy.
Sincerity and Hypocrisy.
GOD is a Spirit, just and wise,
He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our eyes, And leave our hearts behind. Nothing but truth before his throne With honour can appear; The painted hypocrites are known, Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted hands salute the skies, Their bended knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found.
4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere ; Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.
HYMN LXXVII. Long Metre. or b
1 GOD of eternity, from thee
Did infant time its being draw;
Minutes and days and months and years Revolve by thy unvaried law.
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