4 Then let the children of the saints Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord, 5 Thus, to the parents and their seed And num'rous households meet at last, 129 Hymn. 1 HOW C. M. OW lost and helpless is our state! While Satan binds our captive souls 2 But, hark! a voice of sov'reign grace Come, ye despairing sinners, come, 3 May we obey the gracious call, We would believe thy promise, Lord: 4 To the pure fountain of thy blood, There may we cleanse our guilty souls 5 Stretch forth thine arm, almighty King! Implant thy pow'rful grace within, 130 Hymn. 1 HOW C. M. OW precious is the book divine, Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night HOW shall the young secure their hearts, Thy word, O Lord, the way imparts, 2 When once its truth illumes the mind, 3 'Tis like the sun, a heav'nly light, 4 Thy word is everlasting truth: How pure is ev'ry page! Oh! may it guard our earliest youth, 132 Hymn. 1 C. M. OW sweet, how heav'nly is the sight, All in each other's peace delight, And so fulfil his word: 2 When each one shares a mourner's woe, 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, 4 Love is the golden chain that binds And he's an heir of heav'n that finds 133 Hymn. H C. M. OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 3 Jesus, my surety, shepherd, friend, 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, 5 Till then I would thy love proclaim And may the mem'ry of thy Name 134 Hymn. זי C. M. SING th' almighty pow'r of God, 2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The moon shines full at his command, 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 4 There's not a plant or flow'r below, 5 His hand is my perpetual guard, Why should I then forget the Lord, 135 Hymn. As 113th Ps. 1 I'LL praise my Maker, while I've breath; And, when my voice is lost in death, 2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely And earth, and seas, with all their train : He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor; 3 The Lord gives eyesight to the blind; And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 4 I'll praise my Maker, while I've breath; 136 Hymn. 1 IN C. M. 'N God's own house pronounce his praise; To heav'n your joy and wonder raise, |