73. HYMNS OF THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. They can to their Ark repair, 3 Happy souls! their praises flow Manna feeds them from the skies; Who hast led them safe through all. Show the brightness of Thy face; 2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord; 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, 4 Wide as the world is Thy command, 78. Firm as a-rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; 79. There humbly fall before His feet, 2 Thy promise is my only plea, Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely prest, By war without, and fears within, 4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, I That, sheltered near Thy side, may my fierce accuser face, And tell him Thou hast died. 5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners such as I Might plead Thy gracious name! 3 Downward through his garments stole, 3 Gently as the dews distil Down on Sion's holy hill, Dropping gladness where they fall, 4 Where divine affection lives, There, the Lord His blessing gives; 4 5 O Saviour, with protecting care Where we Thy parting promise claim. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! But chiefest, in our cleansèd breast, Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! PENITENCE. 82. 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 6 Just as I am (Thy love unknown 7 Just as I am, of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above, O Lamb of God, I come! 2 Not the labours of my hands 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling: Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain flyWash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar through tracts unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 83. OCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. 6 line 7s. Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. Tune-Zurich, 288. "Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name give glory." OT in anything we do, NOT Thought that's pure, or word that's Saviour, would we put our trust: |