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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,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend;

To us Thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath

The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend ;

To us Thy quick’ning power extend. 4 Jehovah ! Father! Spirit! Son!

Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Before Thy throne we sinners bend ;

Grace, mercy, peace, to us extend.
5 Extol the name of God Most High !

Extol Him, all beneath the sky;
Extol Him, all ye heav'nly Host,

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 !
He, whose word cannot be broken,

Form’d thee for His own abode ;
On the rock of ages founded,

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,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove :
Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t'assuage ?
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails from age to age. 3 Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood !
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God:
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,

All his boasted pomp and show
Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Zion's children know. 88.

COME let us praise the name of God

Who spread the lofty skies ;
And to the firmament above

Uplift our wond'ring eyes.
2 Slow floating in the blue expanse,

The watery clouds we view;
Whence fruitful showers, at God's command,

The thirsty soil bedew.
3 How fair a type of God's free grace,

Which to our souls is given :
It drops into the inner man

Like gentle dews from heaven. 4 To God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Holy Ghost,
All glory be from saints on earth,

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,
From countless, unbeginning time,

Was ever still the same.
4 Those mighty periods of years,

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

fire ;

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

on high.


1 How sweet to the soul are the breathings

of peace,

When the still voice of pardon bids sorrow When the welcome of mercy falls soft on

to cease ;

the ear,

« 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

take away.

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

of heaven.



Psalm XCII.
THOU who art enthron'd above,

Thou by whom we live and move ;
Oh! how sweet with joyful tongue
To resound Thy praise in song ;
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All Thy favours to rehearse,

And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Let the lute and harp combine,

Organs in the chorus join,

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