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39. The Gospel. (Psalm LXXXIX.) c.m. BLEST are the souls that hear and know
The Gospel's joyful sound;
And light their steps surround.
Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.
Strength and salvation gives :
Thy God for ever lives. 90. Psalm XC.
C.M. 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. 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
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.
SECOND PART. 1 How sweet to the soul are the breathings
of peace, When the still voice of pardon bids sorrow
to cease ;
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
92. Psalm XCII.
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,
Solemn notes of sweetest sound,
Of covenant mercy I sing,
My person and offerings to bring.
With me can have nothing to do ;
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.
Not all things below, or above,
Or sever my soul from His love. 3 My name from the palms of His hands,
Eternity will not erase ;
In marks of indelible grace.
As sure as the earnest is given,
The glorified spirits in heaven.
94. Rev. XIX. 8.
C.M. SAY who are these! array'd in white,
And whence this shining train ? The conqueror's palm, the robe of light
Their righteousness proclaim. 2 Thou know'st, th' enraptur'd soul replies,
As gazing on the throng,
With never-dying song.
Cradled on beds of woe ;
A world in arms their foe.
Of garments roll'd in blood,
The bleeding Lamb of God. 5 Of blood that loos’d the captive's chain,
Redeem'd his life, and seal'd
That lives in heaven reveal’d.
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;