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4 Give deep humility; the sense
Of godly sorrow give;
A strong desire, with confidence,
To hear Thy voice and live:
5 Faith in the only Sacrifice
That can for sin atone;
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes
On Christ, on Christ alone:
6 Give these, and then Thy will be done.
Thus strengthened with all might,
We, through Thy Spirit and Thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.
James Montgomery. 1825.
1 CoME, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer:
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee may.
Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Let Thy Blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest!
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy Love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey’s end.
6 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy people's death.
John Newton. 1779. 27 8, 7.
1 CoME, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious Blood.
4 0, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart; 0 take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.
Selina, Countess of Huntingdon. ab. 1650. a.
28 8, 7. 1 Visit, Lord, Thy habitation' Breathe Thy peace on all herein; Peace, the foretaste of salvation;
Peace, the seal of pardoned sin.
Let Thy love-infusing Spirit
On each heart be shed abroad;
Raise us, by Thy boundless merit,
To become the sons of God.
2 Prince of Peace, be ever near us,
Fix in every heart Thy home;
With Thy sweet communion cheer us,
Quickly let Thy kingdom come.
Answer all our expectation;
Give our longing souls to prove
Strong, abiding consolation,
Heavenly, everlasting love.
8, 7. 1 LovE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart!
2 Breathe, O breathe Thy loving spirit
Into every troubled breast !
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find Thy promised rest.
Take away the love of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
3 Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Graciously return, and never,
Never more Thy temples leave
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy precious love.
4 Finish then Thy new creation,
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see Thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in Thee!
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
30 Te lacta, Mundi Conditor C. M.
1 MAKER of earth, to Thee alone
Eternal rest belongs;
And heavenly choirs around Thy throne
Pour forth their endless songs.
2. But we-ah, holy now no more
Are doomed to toil and pain;
Yet exiles on an alien shore
May sing their country's strain.
3 Father, whose promise binds Thee still
To heal the suppliant throng,
Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill
That banish us so long !
4 And while we mourn, in faith to rest
Upon Thy Love and care;
Till Thou restore us, with the blest,
The song of heaven to share
John Mason Neale f 1850.
31 Alleluia, dulce Carmen. &, 2.
1 Alleluia! best and sweetest
Of the hymns of praise above!
Alleluia! thou repeatest,
Angel host, these notes of love.
This ye utter,
While your golden harps ye move.
2 Alleluia! Church victorious,
Join the concert of the sky!
Alleluia! bright and glorious,
Lift, ye saints, this strain on high !
We, poor exiles,
Join not yet your melody.
3 Alleluia! strains of gladness
* Suit not souls with anguish torn:
Alleluia! sounds of sadness
Best become our state forlorn :
We with bitter tears must mourn.
4 But our earnest supplication
Holy God, we raise to Thee:
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Make us all Thy joys to see :
Ours at length this strain shall be.
John Chandler. 1837.
THE LORD's DAY. 32 7's. 1 Father, who the light this day Out of darkness didst create, Shine upon us now, we pray, While within Thy courts we wait. Wean us from the works of night, Make us children of the light.