4 Oh! may we see, and hear, and know,
What mortals cannot reach below;
May all our powers find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.
1 O come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise
When our salvation's rock we praise.
2 Into His presence let us haste,
To thank Him for His favours past;
To Him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to His Name belongs.
3 For God, the Lord, enthroned in state
Is with unrival'd glory great;
A King, superior far to all,
Whom gods the heathen falsely call.
4 The depths of earth are in His hand,
Her secret wealth at His command;
The strength of hills that reach the skies.
Subjected to His empire lies.
5 O let us to His courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord our Maker fall.
While He blessed them, He was parted from them. LUKE
1 Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each Thy love possessing
Triumph in redeeming grace;
O refresh us,
Trav'lling through this wilderness.
2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For Thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May Thy presence
With us evermore be found.
My heart's desire and prayer to God for Israel is, that they might be saved. Roм. x. 1.
1 Oh! why should Israel's sons, once blest,
Still roam the scorning world around;
Disown'd of heav'n, by man opprest,
Outcasts from Sion's hallow'd ground!
2 O God of Israel, rend in twain
The veil which hides their Shiloh's Light;
The sever'd olive branch again,
To its own parent stock unite.
3 While Judah sees his birthright gone,
With contrite shame his bosom move,
The Saviour he denied-to own,
The Lord he crucified-to love.
4 Haste, glorious day, expected long,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall raise;
With eager feet one temple throng;
One God with mutual rapture praise.
I will pour out My spirit upon all flesh. JOEL ii. 28.
1 O Spirit of the Living God!
In all the fulness of Thy grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach Thy reconciling word;
Give pow'r and unction from above,
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 O Spirit of the Lord! prepare
All tribes and tongues their God to meet; Breathe Thou abroad like morning air,
Till hearts of stone begin to beat.
4 Baptize the Nations: far and nigh, The triumphs of the Cross record; The name of Jesus glorify,
Till ev'ry kindred call Him Lord.
The night is far spent, the day is at hand. Rom. xiii. 12.
1 The night of darkness fast declineth :
Hear, all ye lands, the heavenly sound:
On earth the light of mercy shineth,
With light the ocean's waves are crown'd:
Bright dawn of that celestial day
When all shall own their Saviour's sway.
2 Again the Spirit's might descendeth
To glad the barren wilderness :
The voice of God the mountains rendeth;
The bowing hills their God confess.
Prepare His
way: behold your King!
All ye realms, your tribute bring.
3 All tongues shall join their high thanksgiving
To Him who hath redeem'd us all:
Lo! at His voice the dead are living,
The idol gods before Him fall:
Ris'n from her long, her deadly sleep,
Before His Cross see Israel weep!
4 Now hear, O Lord, our supplication;
Arise, the fallen world to bless :
Oh speed Thy promised visitation,
Thy reign of truth and righteousness,
When all the world shall worship Thee—
All eyes, O Lord, Thy glory see!
Thou visitest the earth and blessest it; Thou makest it very plenteous. Ps. lxv. 9.
1 Father of mercies, God of love,
Whose gifts all creatures share,
The rolling seasons as they move
Proclaim Thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, The seasons knew Thy call;
Thou mad'st the summer sun to shine,
The summer dews to fall.
4 Thy gifts of mercy from above
Matured the swelling grain;
And now the harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
5 Ob, ne'er may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook Thy bounteous care;
But what our Father's Hand imparts
Still own in praise and prayer.
The harvest is the end of the world, and the reapers are the angels. MATT. xiii. 39.
1 Lord of the harvest, once again
We thank Thee for the ripen'd grain ;
For crops safe carried, sent to cheer
Thy servants through another year;
For all sweet holy thoughts supplied
By seed-time, and by harvest-tide.
2 The bare dead grain, in autumn sown,
Its robe of vernal green puts on;
Glad from its wintry grave it springs,
Fresh garnish'd by the King of Kings:
So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee
Shall new and glorious bodies be.
3 Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask
A lesson from the reaper's task:
So shall Thine angels issue forth;
The tares be burnt; the just of earth,
To wind and storm exposed no more,
Be gather'd to their Father's store.
4 Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said,
As Thou hast taught, for daily bread:
But not alone our bodies feed,
Supply our fainting spirits' need:
O Bread of Life, from day to day,
Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay!
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