For in all things I see traces
Of the good He meaneth me:
Nothing else but love could move Him
With such sweet and tender care,
All who try to love and serve Him,
Evermore to raise and bear.
(Earthly things are for a day,
God's great love abides alway.)
2 Yea, so dear did He esteem me,
That the Son He loves so well,
He hath given to redeem me
From the quenchless flames of hell:
Well of life, that springeth ever!
Sea of love, that hath no ground!
Fruitless were my best endeavour
Depth of love like Thine to sound.
3 God His Spirit to instruct me
In His holy word hath given,
That He safely may conduct me
Through this weary world to heaven.
He my heart's dark chambers filleth
With the clear, pure light of faith!
And thereby e'en hell He stilleth,
And destroys the power of death.
4 All which for my soul is needful
He will carefully provide,
Nor of that is He unheedful
Which my body needs beside:
When my strength cannot avail me-
At the best a broken reed-
God appears; He will not fail me
In the time of utmost need.
5 E'en my sins and many errors
Find a tender pardoning God,
Who doth not with penal terrors
Chasten them, but with the rod;
All His blows and scourges truly,
For the moment, grievous prove;
And yet, when I weigh them duly,
Are but tokens of His love.
6 Since, then, neither change nor coldness In His precious love can be,
Lo! I lift my hands with boldness,
As a child I come to Thee.
Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee,
That I may, with all my might,
Love, and trust Thee, and obey Thee,
All the day and all the night.
(And when this brief life is o'er,
Love and praise Thee evermore.)
In whom we are, and move,
The glory, power, and praise receive
Of Thy creating love.
2 Let all the angel throng
Give thanks to God on higli;
While earth repeats the joyful song
And echoes through the sky.
Incarnate Deity,
Let all the ransomed race
Render in thanks their lives to Thee
For Thy redeeming grace;
The grace to sinners showed,
Ye heavenly choirs, proclaim,
And cry,
"Salvation to our God,
Salvation to the Lamb!"
Spirit of Holiness,
Let all Thy saints adore
Thy sacred energy, and bless
Thine heart-renewing power.
Not angel-tongues can tell
Thy love's ecstatic height,
The glorious joy unspeakable,
The beatific sight!
Eternal, Tri-une Lord!
Let all the hosts above,
Let all the sons of men, record
And dwell upon Thy love.
When heaven and earth are fled
Before Thy glorious face,
Sing all the saints Thy love hath made
Thine everlasting praise!
AIL! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God, in Persons Three!
Of Thee we make our joyful boast,
Our songs we make of Thee.
2 Thou neither canst be felt nor seen;
Thou art a Spirit pure;
Thou from eternity hast been,
And always shalt endure.
3 Present alike in every place,
Thy Godhead we adore;
Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Thou dwell'st for evermore.
4 In wisdom infinite Thou art,
Thine eye doth all things see;
And every thought of every heart
Is fully known to Thee.
5 Whate'er Thou wilt, in earth below
Thou dost, in heaven above:
But chiefly we rejoice to know
The' almighty God is Love.
6 Thou lov'st whate'er Thy hands have
Thy goodness we rehearse,
In shining characters displayed
Throughout our universe.
7 Mercy, with love, and endless grace,
O'er all Thy works doth reign;
But mostly Thou delight'st to bless
Thy favourite creature, Man.
8 Wherefore, let every creature give
To Thee the praise designed:
But chiefly, Lord, the thanks receive,
The hearts of all mankind.
175 88,88,10,10. WINKWORTH.
From the German of MENTZER,
OH would I had a thousand tongues
To sound Thy praise o'er land and sea!
Oh! rich and sweet should be my songs,
Of all my God has done for me!
With thankfulness my heart must often swell,
But mortal lips Thy praises faintly tell.
2 Oh that my voice could far resound
Up to yon stars that o'er me shine!
Would that my blood for joy might bound
Through every vein while life is mine!
Would that each pulse were gratitude, each breath
A song to Him who keeps me safe from death! 3 And first, O Father, praise to Thee For all I am, and all I have;
It was Thy merciful decree
That all those blessings richly gave, [near, Which o'er the earth are scattered, far and To help and gladden us who sojourn here. 4 And, dearest Jesus, blest be Thou, Whose heart with pity overflows,
Thou rich in help! who deign'dst to bow To earth, and taste her keenest woes; Thy death has burst my bonds, and set me free, Has made me Thine; henceforth I cling to Thee. 5 Nor less to Thee, O Holy Ghost,
Be everlasting honours paid,
For all Thy comfort, Lord, and most
That I a child of life am made
By quick'ning grace; my good deeds are not mine,
Thou workest them through me, O Light Divine !
6 Shall I not then be filled with joy,
Shall I not praise Thee evermore?
Triumphant songs my lips employ,
E'en when my cup of woe runs o'er;
Nay, though the heavens should vanish as a
scroll,
Nothing shall shake or daunt my trusting soul.
7 But of Thy goodness will I sing
As long as I have life and breath;
Offerings of thanks I'll daily bring
Until my heart is still in death;
Then in yon radiant choir I too shall sing
Loud hallelujahs to my glorious King.
HALL! birth of time
AIL! Father, Son, and Spirit great,
Enthroned in everlasting state,
JEHOVAI, ELOHIM!
2 A mystical plurality
We in the Godhead own,
Adoring One in Persons Three,
And Three in Nature One.
3 From Thee our being we receive,
The creatures of Thy grace;
And, raised out of the earth, we live
To sing our Maker's praise.
4 Thy powerful, wise, and loving mind
Did our creation plan;
And all the glorious Persons joined
To form Thy favourite, Man.
5 Again Thou didst, in council met,
Thy ruined work restore;
Established in our first estate,
To forfeit it no more.
6 And when we rise in love renewed,
Our souls resemble Thee,
An image of the Tri-une God,
To all eternity,
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