2 Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I've come,
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
'LL praise my Maker whilst I've breat And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past Whilst life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.
2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God, who made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' oppress'd, He feeds the poor
And none shall find His promise vain.
3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
I'll praise Him while He lends me breath,
And, when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
Whilst life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
OLY and rev'rend is the name
Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry:
Thrice holy let us sing.
2 Holy is He in all His works,
And saints are His delight;
But sinners and their wicked ways
Are hateful in His sight.
3 The deepest rev'rence, homage, love,
Pay, O my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To His sublime abode.
4 Thou, righteous God! preserve my mind
From all pollution free;
Thine image form within my breast,
That I Thy face may see.
10 God the only wise,
ToGod our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.
2 'Tis His almighty love,
His counsel and His care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of His face,
With joys divinely great.
4 Then all His faithful sons
Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of His grace,
And make His wonders known.
Wisdom and pow'r belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.
THANK and praise Jehovah's name!
For His mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
2 Let the ransom'd thus rejoice,
Gather'd out of every land,
As the people of His choice,
Pluck'd from the destroyer's hand.
3 To a pleasant land He brings,
Where the vine and olive grow,
Where, from flow'ry hills, the springs
Through luxuriant valleys flow.
4 Oh, that men would praise the Lord For His goodness to their race; For the wonders of His word,
And the riches of His grace!
GOD of mercy, God of grace!
Show the brightness of Thy face:
Shine upon us, Saviour! shine;"
Fill Thy Church with light divine;
And Thy saving health extend
To the earth's remotest end.
2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Be by all that live adored:
Let the nations shout and sing,
Glory to their Saviour King;
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.
3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord!
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessings give;
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy, and light, and love.
MY God, my King, Thy various praise
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for Thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of Thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and triumph of their tongue.
4 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways!
Vast and immortal be Thy praise!
HERE two or three, with sweet accord,
W obedient to their sov'reign Lord,
Meet to recount His acts of grace,
And offer solemn prayer and praise —
2 "There," says the Saviour, “will I be,
Amid this little company;
To them unveil my smiling face,
And shed my glories round the place."
3 We meet at Thy command, dear Lord,
Relying on Thy faithful word;
Now send Thy Spirit from above,
Now fill our hearts with heavenly love.
WAY from ev'ry mortal care,
Away from earth, our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near Thy seat.
2 Lord, in the temples of Thy grace,
We bow before Thee and adore;
We view the glories of Thy face,
And learn the wonders of Thy power.
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