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4 Jesus, Thy speaking blood,
From God obtained the grace,
On us a longer space;
5 Then dig about our root,
Break up the fallow ground,
To Thy great praise abound:
JJOO L.M. 6 lines. C. Wesley. 1750.
WISDOM ascribe, and might, and praise,
2 How often, when His arm was bared,
"Let me alone," His mercy cried,
3 Still, in the doubtful balance weighed,
And Mercy turned the doubtful scale.
4 Merciful God, how shall we raise
Our hearts to pay Thee all Thy praise!
Uoy C.M. C. Wesley. 1750.
IING to the Great Jehovah's praise J
2 His providence hath brought us through
Another various year:
3 Father, Thy mercies past we own,
Thy still continued care;
4 Our lips and lives shall gladly show
The wonders of Thy love,
5 Our residue of days or hours
Thine, wholly Thine, shall be,
6 Till Jesus, in the clouds, appear
To saints on earth forgiven,
990 L.M. Watts. 1709.
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AWAKE, our souls! away, our fears!
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
That feeds the strength of every saint.
3 Thee, mighty God! whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run4 From Thee, the ever-flowing Spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 5 Swift as the eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to Thine abode;
S.M. DODDRIDGE. 1755.
I Each in his office wait,
And watchful at His gate.
And trim the golden flame;
For awful is His name.
And while we speak, He's near ;
And ready all appear.
In such a posture found !
And be with honour crowned.
With His own royal hand,
Amidst the angelic band.
664,6664. J. S. DWIGHT. (1855.) MOD bless our native land, U Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night;
By Thy great might.
On Him we wait.
God save the State 1
993 (18) L.M. Watts. 1719.
LET Zion in her King rejoice,
2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought;
And Jacob's God is still our aid:
3 From sea to sea, through all the shores,
He makes the noise of battle cease;
4 He breaks the bow, He cuts the spear;
Chariots He burns with heavenly flame:
5 "Be still, and learn that I am God;
I'll be exalted o'er the lands:
6 O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King!
While we so near Thy presence dwell,
L.M. 6 lines. O. WESLEY. 1749.
Days of Humiliation
Judgment is at Thy house begun !
But sink beneath Thy mighty hand.
And still for mercy, mercy, pray ;
And deeply for acceptance groan.
But basely from Thy statutes roved,
And nailed Thee to Thy cross again.
A stiff-necked and hard-hearted race;
And melt the marble of our heart. 995
85 & 78. C. WESLEY. 1756.
Hanging, bursting o'er our head ;
Thy selected people spare ;
Fill our humbled hearts with prayer. 2 If Thy dreadful controversy
With all flesh is now begun,