2 He left his throne above,
His glory laid aside;
Came down on wings of love,
And wept, and bled, and died:
pangs he bore what tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell!
3 He burst the grave; he rose
Victorious from the dead;
And thence his vanquish'd foes
In glorious triumph led:
Up through the heav'ns the Conqu'ror rode,
Triumphant to the throne of God.
4 He soon again will come,
(His chariot will not stay,)
To take his children home,
To realms of endless day:
We then shall see him face to face,
And sing the triumphs of his grace.
COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song, with sweet accord,
While ye surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The saints of God have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
4 Then let your songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
NOMMAND thy blessing from above,
O God! on all assembled here:
Behold us with a Father's love,
While we look up with filial fear.
2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord!
May we thy true disciples be!
Speak to each heart the gracious word;
Say to the weakest, "Follow me."
3 Command thy blessing, in this hour,
Spirit of truth! and fill this place
With humbling and exalting pow'r,
With quick'ning and confirming grace.
4 0 thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide!
One true eternal God confess'd!
Nought shall in life or death divide
The saints in thy communion bless'd.
NREATOR Spirit! by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid;
Come, visit ev'ry waiting mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind:
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples meet for thee.
2 Plenteous in grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sev'nfold energy!
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing:
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son by thee.
3 Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name;
Let Christ the Son be glorified,
Who, as the sinner's ransom, died;
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Comforter, to thee!
AY of Judgment! day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round:
How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!
2 See the Judge, our nature wearing,
Rob'd in majesty divine!
Ye, who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, " This God is mine:"
Gracious Saviour!
Own us in that day for thine.
3 At his call, the dead awaken,—
Rise to life, from earth and sea;
All the pow'rs of nature, shaken,
From his face prepare to flee!
Careless sinner!
What will then become of thee?
4 But to those, who have confessed,
Lov'd, and serv'd the Lord below,
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed;
See the kingdom I bestow!
1 DEAR refuge of my weary soul !
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,—
My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word affords a sweet relief,
For ev'ry pain I feel.
3 But, ah! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where can I flee?
Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul will cleave to thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.
5 Thy mercy-seat is open still;
There let my soul retreat;
With humble trust attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.
ISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord!
Help us to feed upon thy word;
All that has been amiss forgive;
And let thy truth within us live.
2 Though we are sinful, thou art good;
Our off'rings cleanse in Jesu's blood;
Give ev'ry troubled soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.
READ Jehovah! God of nations,
Thron'd in pow'r above the skies;
Let thy people's supplications
To thy mercy-seat arise!
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
See us fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, pardon, and defend.
3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Loudly for thy vengeance call;
Thou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesu's blood can cleanse from all.
4 Pardon, Lord, our past transgression;
O'er us stretch thy saving hand;
Save thy people from oppression;
Guard thy Church, and bless our land!
ERE another Sabbath close,
Ere again we seek repose,
Lord, our voice ascends to thee;
At thy feet we bow the knee.
2 For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to thee alone be giv'n,
Glorious Lord of earth and heav'n!
3 Cold our services have been,-
Mingled ev'ry pray'r with sin:
But thou canst and wilt forgive;
By thy grace alone we live.
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