3 Jehovah, God the Spirit, shine,
Father and Son to show:
With bliss ineffable, divine,
Our ravish'd hearts o'erflow.
Sure earnest of that happiness
Which human hope transcends,
Be thou our everlasting peace,
When grace in glory ends.
For the Saviour's protection.
JESUS, I fain would walk in thee,-
From nature's every path retreat;
Thou art my Way,-my Leader be,
And set upon the rock my feet.
2 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;
O reach me out thy gracious hand:
Only on thee for help I call,-
Only by faith in thee I stand.
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For reviving grace.
LIGHT of life, seraphic fire,
Love divine,-thyself impart:
Every fainting soul inspire;
Shine in every drooping heart:
Every mournful sinner cheer;
Scatter all our guilty gloom:
Son of God, appear! appear!-
To thy human temples come.
2 Come in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in;
Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing more can we require,-
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our hearts' desire,-
All our joy, and all our peace.
For a revival.
LORD, thy work revive,
In Zion's gloomy hour,
And let our dying graces live
By thy restoring power.
2 O let thy chosen few
Awake to earnest prayer;
Their covenant again renew,
And walk in filial fear.
3 Thy Spirit then will speak
Through lips of humble clay,
Till hearts of adamant shall break,-
Till rebels shall obey.
4 Now lend thy gracious ear;
Now listen to our cry:
O come, and bring salvation near;
Our souls on thee rely.
LET the pris'ner's mournful cries
As incense in thy sight appear:
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply they may feel thee near.
2 The captive exiles make their moans,
From sin impatient to be free:
Call home, call home thy banish'd ones;
Lead captive their captivity.
3 Show them the blood that bought their peace,
The anchor of their steadfast hope,
And bid their guilty terrors cease,
And bring the ransom'd pris'ners up. 4 Out of the deep regard their cries; The fallen raise, the mourners cheer: Sun of righteousness, arise,
And scatter all their doubt and fear.
5 Pity the day of feeble things;
O gather every halting soul;
And drop salvation from thy wings,
And make the contrite sinner whole.
For the lambs of the flock.
AUTHOR of faith, we seek thy face
For all who feel thy work begun;
Confirm, and strengthen them in grace,
And bring thy feeblest children on.
Thou seest their wants, thou know'st their names
Be mindful of thy youngest care;
Be tender of the new-born lambs,
And gently in thy bosom bear.
In safety lead thy little flock,-
From hell, the world, and sin, secure;
And set their feet upon the rock,
And make in thee their goings sure.
For the peace of Jerusalem.
THOU, our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Behold' a cloud of incense rise;
The prayers of saints to heaven ascend,
Grateful, accepted sacrifice.
2 Regard our prayers for Zion's peace;
Shed in our hearts thy love abroad;
Thy gifts abundantly increase;
Enlarge, and fill us all with God.
8 Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go,
And guide into thy perfect will;
Cause us thy hallow'd name to know;
The work of faith in us fulfil.
4 Help us to make our calling sure;
O let us all be saints indeed,
And pure, as thou thyself art pure,
Conform'd in all things to our Head,
5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood; Thy blood shall wash us white as snow: Present us sanctified to God,
And perfected in love below.
For the coming of Christ's kingdom.
FATHER of me and all mankind,
And all the hosts above, Let every understanding mind Unite to praise thy love.
2 To know thy nature and thy name, One God in persons Three;
And glorify the great I AM,
Through all eternity.
3 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace,
To every heart of man;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,
In all our bosoms reign.
4 The righteousness that never ends,
But makes an end of sin-
The joy that human thought transcends-
Into our souls bring in.
For the waters of salvation.
FOUNTAIN of life, to all below
Water, replenish, and o'erflow
Every believing soul.
2 Into that happy number, Lord,
Us weary sinners take;
Jesus, fulfil thy gracious word,
For thine own mercy's sake.
Turn back our nature's rapid tide,
And we shall flow to thee,
While down the stream of time we glide. To our eternity.
4 The well of life to us thou art,-
Of joy, the swelling flood;
Wafted by thee, with willing heart,
We swift return to God.
5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea
Into thy fulness fall;
Be lost and swallow'd up in thee,-
Our God, our All in All.
Rejoicing at the return of the Sabbath.
MY opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of this returning day;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
2 I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest:
Eternal King, erect thy throne,
And reign sole monarch in my breast. 8 O bid this trifling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away;
Nor let me feel one vain desire,
One sinful thought, through all the day.
4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,-
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing.
Sunday morning: Preparing for public worship.
LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high:
To thee will I direct my prayer,-
To thee lift up mine eye:-
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