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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 ?
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. 17. Praise.
HYMNS of praises let us sing, Hal.
Unto Christ our heav'nly King, Hal. Who endur'd both cross and grave, Hal.
Sinners to redeem aud save. Hal. 2 But the pains which He endur'd, Hal.
Our salvation have procured,
Where the angels ever cry. 3 Glory be to God our King,
Wrought salvation, made us Thine.
Let heathen lands adore.
Their duty shall afford,
And haste to serve their Lord. 3 The strangers of the Gentile race
Shall with His church attend;
And in His temples bend.
My rock, I bless His name!
Through earth exalt His fame. 19. Psalm XIX.
With all the blue ethereal sky,
The work of an Almighty hand.
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
“ The hand that made us is divine.” 20. Before Public or Private Worship. L.M. 66 WHERE two or three, with sweet accord,
Obedient to their Sovereign Lord, Meet to recount His acts of grace,
And offer solemn prayer and praise :
Amid this little company;
And shed my glories round the place." 3 We meet at Thy command, O Lord,
Relying on Thy faithful word :
And fill our hearts with heavenly love.
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,
Unveiling an immortal day. 3 “ Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest :"
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest ! 4 Decay then, tenements of dust,
Pillars of earthly pride, decay;
And Jesus has prepar'd the way. 22. The Cross of Christ. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
" On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God ;
I sacrifice them to His blood. 3 See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down ;
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
That were a present far too small ;
Demands, my soul, my life, my all.
And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
6,8. 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,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
With gloomy horrors overspread,
And guide me thro' the dreadful shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious wilds I lonely stray,
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 ;
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 ;