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3 See the gospel church secure,
And founded on a Rock!
All her promises are sure;
Her bulwarks who can shock?
Count her every precious shrine;
Tell, to after-ages, tell,
Fortified by power Divine,
The church can never fail.
4 Zion's God is all our own,
Who on His love rely;
We His pardoning love have known,
And live to Christ, and die:
To the New Jerusalem
He our faithful Guide shall be;
Him we claim, and rest in Him,
Through all eternity.
OO (631) S.M. Watts. 1709.
rOW beauteous are their feef,
Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
How charming is their voice,
How sweet the tidings are!
'Zion! behold thy Saviour King,
He reigns and triumphs here.'
How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let all the nations now behold
Their Saviour and their God!
39 8.7.4. Lyte. 1884.
PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven;
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee, His praise should sing?
Praise the everlasting Bang!
2 Praise Him for His grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Glorious in His faithfulness!
3 Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes:
Widely yet His mercy flows!
4 Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face:
All His works bow down before Him,
Through the boundless realms of space.
Praise with us the God of grace!
L.M, Watts. 1719.
GREAT God, indulge my humble claim,
Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest:
The glories that compose Thy name,
Stand all engaged to make me blest.
Thou great and good, Thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father, and my God;
And I am Thine, by sacred ties,
Thy son, Thy servant, bought with blood.
With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,
For Thee I long, to Thee I look;
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook.
With early feet, I love to appear
Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face:
Oft have I seen Thy glory there,
And felt the power of sovereign grace.
Should I from Thee, my God, remove,
Life could no lasting joy afford:
My peace, the sense of pardoning love;
My guard, the presence of my Lord.
I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And fill the remnant of my days.
(335) CM. C. Wesley. 1747.
FATHER, behold with gracious eyes,
The souls before Thy throne;
Who now present their sacrifice,
And seek Thee in Thy Son.
Well pleased in Him Thyself declare,
Thy pardoning love reveal,
The peaceful answer of our prayer,
To every conscience seal.
On me, on all, some gift bestow,
Some blessing now impart;
The seed of life eternal sow
In every mournful heart.
Thy loving, powerful Spirit shed,
And speak our sins forgiven;
Or haste throughout the lump to spread
The sanctifying leaven.
5 Refresh us with a ceaseless shower
Of graces from above,
Till all receive the perfect power
Of everlasting love.
L.M. C. Weslet. 1742.
OTHOU, whom all Thy saints adore,
We now with all Thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before
Thy glorious, awful Majesty.
Thee, King of nations, we proclaim,
Who would not our great Sovereign fear?
We long to' experience all Thy name,
And now we come to meet Thee here.
We come, great God, to seek Thy face,
And for Thy lovingkindness wait;
And O, how dreadful is this place!
'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate.
Tremble our hearts to find Thee nigh,
To Thee our trembling hearts aspire ;.
And lo! we see descend from high
The pillar and the flame of fire!
Still let it on the assembly stay,
And all the house with glory fill;
To Canaan's bounds point out our way,
And lead us to Thy holy hill.
There let us all with Jesus stand,
And join the general church above,
And take our seats at Thy right hand,
And sing Thine everlasting love.
(222) C.¥. C. Wesley. 17G2.
Nu i.b vi. 24-26.
COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God in Persons Three,
Bring back the heavenly blessing, lost
By all mankind and me.
Thy favour, and Thy nature too,
To me, to all restore;
Forgive, and after God renew,
And keep us evermore.
Eternal Sun of Righteousness,
Display Thy beams divine,
And cause the glories of Thy face
Upon my heart to shine.
Light in Thy light O may I see,
Thy grace and mercy prove,
Revived and cheer'd, and bless'd by Thee,
The God of pardoning love.
Lift up Thy countenance serene,
Ana let Thy happy child
Behold, without a cloud between,
The Godhead reconciled!
That all-comprising peace bestow
On me, through grace forgiven;
The joys of holiness below,
And then the joys of heaven!
CM. C. Wesley. 1741.
ON Thee, 0 God of purity,
I wait for hallowing grace;
None without holiness shall see
The glories of Thy face.
Thou hatest all that evil do,
Or speak iniquity;
The hearts unkind, and hearts untrue,
Are both abhorred by Thee.
But as for me, with humble fear
I will approach Thy gate,
Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in Thy courts to wait.
I trust in Thy unbounded grace,
To all so freely given,
And worship toward Thy holy place,
And lift my soul to heaven.