16. Before Public or Private Worship. L.M. COME, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, And fit me to approach my God ; · Remove each vain, each worldly thought, And lead me to Thy blest abode. 2 Hast Thou imparted to my soul A living spark of heavenly fire? Oh kindle now the sacred flame; Teach me to burn with pure desire. 3 Impress upon my wandering heart, The love that Christ for sinners bore; And give a new a contrite heart, A heart the Saviour to adore. 2 But the pains which He endur'd, 3 Glory be to God our King, Thine eternal love we sing ; Thou hast bar'd Thine arm divine, 4 Blessing, thankful all our days, Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. 18. Psalm XVIII. C.M. THRO' earth the Saviour's name shall spread, His foes resist no more; O'er heathen lands proclaim'd the head, 2 Nations thro' distant climes unknown, Shall hear His name, His glory own, 3 The strangers of the Gentile race 4 He lives, the Lord Jehovah lives, THE spacious firmament on high, L.M. With all the blue ethereal sky, Th' unwearied sun from day to day, And publishes to ev'ry land 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 20. Before Public or Private Worship. L.M. 66 WHERE two or three, with sweet accord, Meet to recount His acts of grace, To them unveil my smiling face, Now send Thy Spirit from above, 21. L.M. HOW sweetly flow'd the Gospel sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When list'ning thousands gathered round, And joy and rev'rence fill'd the place. 2 From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke, To heaven He led His followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke, 3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 22. The Cross of Christ. L.M. On which the Prince of Glory died, 3 See from His head, His hands, His feet, 23. life, my all. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, My noon-day walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary, wand'ring steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Tho' in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me thro' the dreadful shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious wilds I lonely stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around. 24. Psalm XXIV. L.M. OUR Lord is risen from the dead, The Saviour is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene, He claims these mansions as His right; Receive the King of Glory in! 3 Who is the King of Glory? who? The Lord that all His foes o'ercame; |