Will either threat'ning dangers ward,
Or timely succours lend.
5 On us thy providence has shone
With its propitious rays;
Q let our lips and lives make known
Thy goodness and thy praise.
6 All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart;
O teach us to improve
Thy gifts with ever grateful heart,
And crown them with thy love.
The Voice of Wisdom.
1 "TIS wisdom's earnest cry,
Wisdom, the voice of God,
To young and old, the low and high,
She speaks his will abroad.
2 Within the human breast
Her strong monitions plead,
She thunders her divine protest,
Against th' unrighteous deed.
3 Within the holy place,
She calls with open arms;
"How long, ye fools, will you embrace
"Folly's deceiving charms?
4 "The race of men I love ;
"In mercy I chastise;
"Severely faithful, I reprove ;
Hear, mortals, and be wise.
"My table spread within;
"Come then, ye simple, turn aside,
"And leave the paths of sin.
6 "My joys, unsensual taste,
"Come, drink of wisdom's wine ;
"No sorrow poisons my repast,
"The banquet is divine.
My ways are ways of peace, "My pleasures never cloy ; "The bliss I give will never cease, "But lead to endless joy."
HYMN CCLVI. Short Metre.
Preserving Grace..
1 TO God, the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.
2 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls,
Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
4 Then all the chosen seed
Shall meet around the throne ;
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.
5 To our Redeemer God,
Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.
HYMN CCLVII. Long Metre.
Divine Preservation.
1 TO heaven my grateful soul ascends,
On God alone for help depends;
His hand is my perpetual guard,
His grace the source of my reward.
2 The spreading skies by power divine,
In all their radiant glories shine;
From his command, the solid earth
And all its stores deriv'd their birth.
3 Inspected by his piercing eyes,
No threatening snares my soul surprise;
My faithful Guardian never sleeps,
My trembling feet he safely keeps.
4 Protected by his powerful arm,
Should dreadful scenes our souls alarm,
Our lives are safe; his heavenly care
Defends us still from every snare.
5 He guides our feet, directs our way,
His morning smiles enliven day ;
And when the sun withdraws the light,
His presence cheers the shades of night.
Liverpool Collection.
HYMN CCLVIII. Long Metre.
Communion with Christ.
1 TO Jesus, our exalted Lord,
That name, in heaven and earth ador'd,
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.
2 But all the notes which mortals know
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.
3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
And worship at his sacred feet,
O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.
4 Yes, Lord, we love and we adore,
But long to know and love thee more;
And whilst we taste the bread and wine,
Desire to feed on joys divine.
5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
6 Let humble penitential wo,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart,
Life, hope and joy, to every heart.
The Heavenly Conqueror.
1 TO Jesus, our victorious Lord, The praises of our lives belong ; For ever be his name ador'd, The subject of each thankful song. 2 Enslav'd by sin, beset by foes, Undone and perishing, we lay; His pity melted o'er our woes, To save the trembling, dying prey. 3 He fought, he conquer'd, though he fell, Whilst with his last expiring breath
He triumph'd o'er the powers of hell,
And, by his dying, vanquish'd death.
4 Now on his Father's throne he reigns,
And all the tuneful choir above
Resound, in high immortal strains,
The praises of victorious love.
5 Though still surviving foes arise,
Temptations, sins and doubts appear,
And pain our hearts, and fill our eyes,
With many a groan, and many a tear ;
6 Still shall we fight, and still prevail,
In our almighty Leader's name ;'
His strength, whene'er our spirits fail,
Shall all our active powers inflame.
7 Immortal honours wait above,
To crown the dying Conqueror's brow;
And endless peace, and joy, and love,
For the short war sustain❜d below.
1 'TWAS on that dark and doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes.
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blest, and brake; What love through all his actions ran ! What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 "This is my body, broke for sin,
Receive and eat the living food ;"
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