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86. Trinity Sunday. 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!
Grace, mercy, peace, to us extend.
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.
Who spread the lofty skies ;
Uplift our wond'ring eyes.
The watery clouds we view;
The thirsty soil bedew.
Which to our souls is given :
Like gentle dews from heaven. 4 To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
And from the angel-host.
89. The Gospel. (Psalm LXXXIX.) C.M. BLEST are the souls that hear and know
The Gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up
Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives : Israel, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives. 90.
Psalm XC. ( THOU, the first, the greatest Friend,
Of all the human race ! Whose strong, right hand has ever been
Their stay and dwelling-place! 2 Before the mountains heaved their heads
Beneath Thy forming hand; Before this pond'rous globe itself
Arose at Thy command: 3 That power which rais'd and still upholds
This universal frame,
Was ever still the same.
Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before Thy sight,
Than yesterday that's past.
91. The still, small Voice. HE cometh, He cometh, the Lord passeth
by; The mountains are rending, the tempest
is nigh; The wind is tumultuous, the rocks are
o'ercast; But the Lord of the Prophet is not in the
blast. 2 He cometh, He cometh, the Lord He is
near, The earth it is reeling, all nature's in fear; The earthquake's approaching with terrible
form ; But the Lord of Sabbaoth is not in the
storm. 3 He cometh, He cometh, the Lord is in ire;
The smoke is ascending, the mount is on
O say, is Jehovah revealing His name !
He is near, but Jehovah is not in the flame. 4 He cometh, He cometh, the tempest is o'er, He is come, neither tempest nor storm
shall be more : All nature reposes ; earth, ocean, and sky, Are still as the voice that descends from
1 How sweet to the soul are the breathings
When the still voice of pardon bids sorrow When the welcome of mercy falls soft on
to cease ;
« Come hither ye laden, ye weary
draw near.” 2 There is rest for the soul that on Jesus
relies ; There's a home for the homeless prepar'd
in the skies ; There's a joy in believing, a hope and a
stay, That the world cannot give, nor the world
3 O had I the wings of a dove, I would fly And mount on the pinions of faith to the
sky, Where the still and small breathing to
earth that was given, Shall be changed to the anthem and chorus
Thou by whom we live and move ;
And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Let the lute and harp combine,
Organs in the chorus join,