Through him, O may our humble praise Accepted rise before thy throne. HYMN 91. C. M. [#] 1 WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes 2 Before the radiant throne we bow 3 Thee we adore; and, Lord, to thee Thy service, unconstrained and free, 4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel, With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, HYMN 92. C. M. [# or b ] 1 GOD is a Spirit just and wise; In vain to Heaven we raise our cries, 2 Nothing but truth, before his throne, With honour can appear: The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, HYMN 93. S. M. [#] 1 SWEET is the friendly voice Which speaks of life and peace; Which bids the penitent rejoice, And sin and sorrow cease. 2 No balm on earth like this Can cheer the contrite heart; 3 Still merciful and kind, Thy mercy, Lord, reveal: 4 Thy presence shall restore HYMN 94. L. M. [#] The all-seeing God. 1 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me through; Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! 5 O may these thoughts possess my breast PRAYER AND PRAISE. HYMN 95. 8 & 7's. M. [#] Thanksgiving for Divine Mercy. 1 SOVEREIGN Lord of light and glory, Author of our mortal frame, Joyfully we bow before thee, And extol thy holy name : Hallelujah! Ever sacred be the theme! 2 Kind Dispenser of each blessing Which surrounds the human race, Praise to God, immortal praise! 3 Thus, with humble adoration, We attend before thy throne, Thine abundant mercy own: Praise belongs to thee alone. 4 In thy every dispensation, Love and mercy we descry; Glory be to God on high. HYMN 96. L. M. [#] 1 SUPREME and universal Light, Fountain of reason, Judge of right, Parent of good, whose blessings flow On all above, and all below; 2 Without thy kind, directing ray, 3 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be What nature and thy laws decree; Worthy that bright, that mental flame, Which from thy breathing spirit came. 4 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim, 5 O Father, grace and virtue grant; No more we wish, no more we want: HYMN 97. H. M. [#] 1 LORD of the skies, look down, And chase away our fears: |