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L.M. 6 lines. C. Wesley. 1746.
To teach and to inspire is Thine :
The folly of our darkened heart;
The knowledge of Thyself impart;
U Fill our hearts with joy and peace !
Oh refresh us!
For Thy gospel's joyful sound ;
May Thy presence
Us from earth to call away,
May we ever
88 & 78. (E. SMYTH. 1793.)
Let our faith and love increase :
Up to Thee our hearts we raise :
C. WESLEY. 1767.
And keep us to the end !
By providential care
To sing Thy goodness there.
The brightness of Thy face;
With plenitude of grace !
Which dwells in Thee alone;
On Thy eternal Throne.
Father and Son to show !
Our ravish'd hearts o'erflow.
Which human hope transcends,
When grace in glory ends !
88 & 78.
M And the Father's boundless love,
Rest upon us from above !
With each other, and the Lord ;
HYMNS CONCERNING THE LORD'S DAY.
4-65 & 2.8s. C. WESLEY. 1767. MHE Lord is risen indeed,
1 And bids His members rise !
Pursue Him to the skies :
Peculiarly His own,
And sing around His throne :
Thy resurrection's power,
Its living Lord to adore,
Thou dost our sins forgive,
And to Thyself receive,
6-78. J. A. Elliott. 1833. UAIL, thou bright and sacred morn,
I Risen with gladness in thy beams!
From thy dawn in glory streams :
But for thee, thou blessed day. 2 Great Creator! who this day
From Thy perfect work didst rest;
Hallowed be its hours and blest ;
This day given to Heaven alone !
The dark prison of the tomb;
Shine through all its sin and gloom :
Rise from sin, and live to Thee ! 4 Blessed Spirit ! Comforter !
Sent this day from Christ on high ;
Cleanse, illumine, sanctify !
Psalm rcii. SWEET is the work, my God, my King, D To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares disturb my breast;
JU I see, anch'd below employ
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word :
How deep Thy counsels, how divine ! 4 Then I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
All I desired or wish'd below;
C.M. S. WESLEY, JUN. 1736.
Employ an endless rest.
We blest and pious grow;
Triumphant here below.
Of glory was displayed,
This universe was made.
With grief and pain extreme;
'Twas greater to redeem !
Be in Thy Spirit, Lord,
That trembles at Thy word ;
And fix on things above;