89. The Gospel. (Psalm LXXXIX.) C.M. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, 90. Psalm XC. C.M. O 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 3 That power which rais'd and still upholds This universal frame, From countless, unbeginning time, 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. P.M. 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, When the welcome of mercy falls soft on 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. 92. Psalm XCII. SEVENS. THOU who art enthron'd above, Thou by whom we live and move; 2 Let the lute and harp combine, Solemn notes of sweetest sound, A DEBTOR to mercy alone, Nor fear with Thy righteousness on, P.M. With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood Hide all my transgressions from view. 2 The work which His goodness began, The arm of His strength will complete ; His promise is yea and amen, And never was forfeited yet. Things future, nor things that are near, 3 My name from the palms of His hands, 94. Rev. XIX. 8. C.M. SAY who are these! array'd in white, 2 Thou know'st, th' enraptur'd soul replies, 3 Their hour of tribulation's past, Their nurse was winter's chilly blast. 4 But now they sing of battles won, 5 Of blood that loos'd the captive's chain, 95. Psalm XCV. L.M. O COME, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into His presence let us haste, To thank Him for His favours past; To Him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to His name belongs. |