From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.
All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.
O God, our King, whose sov'reign sway
The glorious hosts of heav'n obey;
And devils at thy presence flee;
Blest is the man that trusts in thee.
442. Hosannah: the Lord's-day: or, Christ's
Resurrection, and our Salvation. C. M.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
Hosannah to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his father's name,
To save our sinful race.
Hosannah in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav'ns in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
443. The Amiableness of God's House.
LORD, how lovely is thy temple,
How delightful is the place,
Where thy beauties shine resplendent,
Where thou dost display thy grace!
How endearing, how endearing,
Are the smiles of Jesu's face!
Here we sing, and love, and wonder;
Here we join to praise the Lord;
Pouring out our souls to Jesus,
We enjoy a great reward;
For the Saviour, for the Saviour,
Does the weakest pray'r regard.
Ev'ry breathing is accepted,
When the soul to Jesus moves;
Pray'rs of all the truly humble,
Jesus cordially approves!
All the simple, all the simple,
Jesus listens to, and loves.
On his praying, waiting people,
O what blessings he doth pour!
How he smiles with approbation,
While they knock at mercy's door!
Lord we'll praise thee, &c.
Now, henceforth, for evermore,
444. The Pleasure of Public Worship.
How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
The sparrow chooses where to rest,
And for her young provides her nest:
But will my God to sparrows grant
That pleasure which his children want?
Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around the throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
Blest are the men whose hearts are set,
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their strength, and thro' the road
They lean upon their helper, God.
Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length,
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
445. New Year's Hymn. L. M. IN songs of praise before thy throne, We'll celebrate thy name alone; In all our trouble thou hast prov'd A God whose counsel can't be mov'd. The year is past, with all its cares, Its perils, and its dismal snares; And thee we'll praise, our cov'nant God, Who bore us up amidst the flood. And now another year's begun, Help us, O Lord! our race to run, In Christ, the new and living way, Till we all meet in endless day. Our times, dear Lord, are in thy hand; And all events at thy command: Our rising griefs thou can'st controul, And speak sweet peace throughout the soul. Preserve us, Lord! throughout this year, O! let thy love our spirits cheer; Then shall we welcome all thy will, And triumph over ev'ry ill.
446. An Hymn for the New Year.
COME, thou sweet celestial Dove,
And rest upon us here;
With thy rich unction from above,
May we begin the year.
"Tis by the pow'r of sov'reign grace
Thy council, and thy care,
We've been preserv'd in ev'ry place,
Throughout another year.
How oft, through unbelief and pride,
We have been put in fear;
But in a Saviour's wounds we hide
Throughout each trying year.
How oft cast down, but not destroy'd,
Thou hast been ever near;
Thy sov'reign grace has been employ'd For us all through the year.
Lord, we have prov'd thy faithful word,
A refuge ever near,
The loving kindness of the Lord,
A song for all the year.
O! may we prize it more and more,
While in this vale of tears,
Till landed safe on Canaan's shore,
Beyond all changing years.
Till then we'd wait each day to prove,
Thyself to us more dear;
Then join the blood-bought host above, Through one eternal year.
447. An Evening Song. C. M.
DREAD Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the off'rings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.
Thro' all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard!
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.
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