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2 The morning beam that wakes the skies
Shall see my matin incense rise ;
The still repeated anthem hear.
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.
Far as the eternal hills,
Our great Redeemer fills.
In countless armies shine;
They offer songs divine.
They did His steps attend :
The scene of love would end. 4 They saw His heart transfixed with wounds,
With love and grief run o'er;
Which none e'er brake before.
Subdued the tyrant's power,
And hail'd the blissful hour.
WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love ; Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above. 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down ; Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own.
My sins on Jesus laid;
My debt of suffering paid.
Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit's quickening breath. 8 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end : Sweet on His covenant of grace,
For all things to depend. 7 Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust His firm decrees ; Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His.
8 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,
That, when my change shall come,
Behold Him and adore;
And grieve and sin no more.
On which my guilt was lain,
As tho' but newly slain. 3 Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick’ning sound,
At His right hand be found.
The God that died for me;
Lord, who is like to Thee.
Weak as it is below;
In Jesus' presence know.
What must the fountain be,
Immediately from Thee.
For ever with me stay,
86. Trinity Sunday.
L.M. FATHER of heaven! whose love profound - A ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thy throne we sinners bend ;
To us Thy pard'ning love extend. 2 Almighty Son! Incarnate word !
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
To us Thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath
The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
To us Thy quick’ning power extend. 4 Jehovah ! Father! Spirit! Son !
Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Extol Him, all beneath the sky;
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 87. Zion, or the City of God. 8,7.
(Psalm LXXXVII.) GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
Form’d thee for His own abode ;
What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.
2 See! the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal love,
And all fear of want remove :
Ever flows their thirst t'assuage ?
Never fails from age to age. 3 Blest inhabitants of Zion,
Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood !
Makes them kings and priests to God :
All his boasted pomp and show :
None but Zion's children know. 88. Praise.
Who spread the lofty skies ;
Uplift our wond'ring eyes.
The watery clouds we view; Whence fruitfulshowers, at God's command,
The thirsty soil bedew.
Which to our souls is given :
Like gentle dews from heaven.
And God the Holy Ghost,
And from the angel-host.