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435 PSALM 71. C. M. 1 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin Thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of Thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting Trust,
Thy goodness I adore;
And since I knew Thy graces first,
I speak Thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in Thy strength,
To see my Father, God.
*4 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King 2
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall Thy salvation sing.
5 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers;
With this delightful song
I’ll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.
4.36 PSALM 73. C. M. 1 God, my Supporter and my Hope, My Help forever near ! Thine arm of mercy holds me up, And saves me from despair.
2 Thy counsels, Lord ' shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;
Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat,
To dwell before Thy face.
3 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint 2
God is my soul's eternal Rock,
The Strength of every saint.
4 Behold, the sinners, that remove
Far from Thy presence, die;
Not all the idol-gods they love
Can save them when they cry.
5 But to draw near to Thee, my God!
Shall be my sweet employ.
My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy. Watts. 1719.a.
437 C. M. 1 AUTHoR of good! To Thee we turn: Thine ever-wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, Thy hand alone supply.
20 let Thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footseps guide :
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.
3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill:
4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The good, unasked, let mercy grant,
The ill, though asked, deny.
James Merrick. d. 1769.
4.38 C. M. 1 FATHER, to Thee my soul I lift; My soul on Thee depends, Convinced that every perfect gift From Thee alone descends.
2 Mercy and grace are Thine alone, And power and wisdom too; Without the Spirit of Thy Son 310 We nothing good can do. 1.
3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,
Our good is all divine;
. The praise of every virtuous thought
Or righteous work is Thine.
4 From Thee, through Jesus, we receive
The power on Thee to call,
In whom we are, and move and live:
Our God is all in all.
C. Wesley. 1749.
439 L. M. 1 AMIDst a world of hopes and fears, A world of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm, and dangers threat, And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:
2 Send down, O Lord! a heavenly ray,
To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold Thy shield of power,
To guard me in the dangerous hour.
3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,
And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride,
Allure my wandering soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,
Safe lead me to Thy heavenly hill.
There glories shine, and pleasures roll,
That charm, delight, transport the soul;
And every panting wish shall be
Possest of boundless bliss in Thee.
- Henry Moore. 1806.
440 C. M. 1 FATHER of lights, Thy needful aid To us that ask impart; Mistrustful of ourselves, afraid Of our own treacherous heart.
2 O'erwhelmed with justest fear, again
To Thee for help we call:
Where many mightier have been slain,
By Thee unsaved, we fall.
3 In spite of our resolves, we fear
Our own infirmity;
And tremble at the trial near,
And cry, O God, to Thee!
4 Our only Help in danger's hour,
Our only Strength Thou art;
Above the world and Satan's power,
And greater than our heart.
5 Us from ourselves thou canst secure
In nature's slippery ways;
And make our feeble footsteps sure
By Thy sufficient grace.
6 If on Thy promised grace alone
We faithfully depend,
Thou surely wilt preserve Thine own,
And keep us to the end.
C. Wesley. 1767. a.
441 - 8,7. 1 GUIDE me, 0 Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more |
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through:
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield !
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside :
Death of death and hell's Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.
William Williams. 1774. a. 4.42 C. M.
1 0 HELP us, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give :
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live :
20 help us, when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
0 help us, Lord, the more
3 O help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
40 help us, Jesus, from on high
We know no help but Thee:
0 help us so to live and die "
As Thine in heaven to bel
443 C. M. 1 0 Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, And make Thy pleasure mine. 2. Why should I shrink at Thy command, Whose Love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious Hand That wipes away my tears?