But thou all thy power shalt show, Thou shalt quench it with thy blood; And make me all like God. Firmament.] HYMN 298. L. M. THE HE spacious firmament on high, The work of an Almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth: While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball What though no real voice nor sound Amid the radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine." 1 259 FOR FULL REDEMPTION. Cookham.] HYMN 299. 4 lines 7's. ESUS comes with all his grace, grace, 5 We shall gain our calling's prize; Fill'd with joy, and love, and peace, 6 Let us then rejoice in hope, 7 Fools and madmen let us be, "I have now obtain'd the pow'r, Born of God, to sin no more." Newry.] HYMN 300. L. M. JESUS, full of truth and grace, I wait to see thy lovely face, 3 Now in thy strength I strive with thee, Grant me the purchase of thy blood, 3 Thou art the anchor of my hope, The faithful promise I receive; Surely thy death shall raise me up, For thou hast died that I might live. 4 Satan with all his arts, no more Me from the Gospel hope can move ; I shall receive the gracious pow'r, And find the pearl of perfect love. 5 My flesh, which cries, "it cannot be," Shall silence keep before the Lord; And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee At Jesu's everlasting word. 1 Alfreton.] HYMN 301. L. M. COMER OME, Saviour, Jesus, from above! Assist me with thy heavenly grace: Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place. 2 O let thy sacred presence fill, 3 While in this region here below, 5 Henceforth may no profane delight 1 But thy pure love within my breast; This, only this, will I require, And freely give up all the rest. Camberwell.] HYMN 302. S. M. HE thing my God doth hate, TH Thy creature, Lord, again create, 2 That blessed law of thine, The Spirit's law of life divine, Whence it may ne'er remove, 3 Thy nature be my law, And sweetly every moment draw Mount Tabor.] HYMN 303. C. M. 1 FOR a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free! A heart that always feels thy blood, 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 3 O for a lowly contrite heart, Which neither life nor death can part 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 5 Thy tender heart is still the same, 6 My heart, thou know'st, can never rest. From ev'ry sin I cease. 7 Fruit of thy gracious lips, on me Bestow that peace unknown. |