Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
'I will water it every moment: lest any
hurt it, I will keep it night and day.'
1 SEE, O Lord, the vineyard planted
By Thy sovereign power and love;
Let Thy people's prayer be granted,
Showers of blessing from above;
Hear, O hear us when we pray,
Keep Thy vineyard night and day.
2 'Tis Thine own, Thine hand has made it; Hide it from the wintry blast;
Let no foot of beast invade it,
No rude hand its beauty waste;
Hear Thy people when they pray,
Keep Thy vineyard night and day.
3 Drooping plants revive and nourish,
Let them thrive beneath Thine hand;
Let the weak grow strong and flourish,
Blooming fair at Thy command;
Let the fruitful yield Thee more,
Laden with a richer store.
4 Further, Lord, be Thou entreated:
Plant the barren waste around;
Let Thy work be thus completed,
And no sterile spot be found;
Let the earth a vineyard be,
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee!
The whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.'
1 LIGHT of the lonely pilgrim's heart,
Star of the coming day!
Arise, and, with Thy morning beams,
Chase all our griefs away.
2 Come, blessèd Lord, bid every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of Thy royal name,
And own Thee as their King.
3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now
To the bright world above,
Break forth in rapturous strains of joy,
In memory of Thy love.
4 Lord, Lord, Thy fair creation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for Thee.
5 Come, then, with all Thy quickening power,
With one awakening smile,
And bid the serpent's trail no more
Thy beauteous realms defile.
6 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine:
Be Thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory Thine.
'My voice shalt Thou hear in the
morning, O Lord.'
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Thy precious time misspent redeem ;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 In conversation be sincere ;
Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear;
Think how, all-seeing, God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to heaven's Eternal King.
5 All praise to Thee who safe has kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.
6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
7 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
8 Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
'His compassions fail not; they are new every morning.'
1 O TIMELY happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise;
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!
2 New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove,
Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought.
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