God is our strength and song, Then be his love in Christ proclaim'd, Stand up and bless the Lord, HYMN 27. L. M. E boast an origin divine, WE God is our Father, Heav'n our home, In yonder world we hope to shine, Where sin and sorrow never come. As Jesus, whom we worship, was, 'Tis thus we are, and wish to be, We glory only in the cross, And who on earth so blest as we? We wait the coming of our Lord, Nor do we wait that day in vain; We cannot doubt his faithful word, That tells us he will come again. Come then, dear Lord, O come and take Thy people to their heavenly home; The scorn they suffer for thy sake, Sweetens the hope of joys to come. They long to see thee as thou art, HYMN 28. C. M. TRY Of Whate'er in us of sin is found, When to the right or lift we stray, Help us to help each other, Lord, Help us to build each other Our little flock improve: up, Increase our faith, confirm our hope, And perfect us in love. Then when the mighty work is wrought, Give us in heaven a happy lot, WH HYMN 29. L. M. HEN two or three together meet, In his great name who reigns above, Their fellowship and work is sweet; They, meet, and they depart in love. The Lord is with his people there, Wherever they are met to pray; He listens to their feeble pray'r, And sends them not unblest away. O be it, Lord, to us this day, According to thy gracious word! And send us not unblest away, But pardon, peace, and strength afford. We nothing have, but all is thine; While thou art rich we cannot want; Thine ear, O Lord, to us incline, And that thy people pray for, grant. FUL HYMN 30. C. M. ULFIL thy promise, gracious Lord, Pour forth thy Spirit with thy word, By faith in thee the soul receives Preserve the pow'r of faith alive, In those that love thy name; For Sin and Satan daily strive To quench the sacred flame. TO THEE We look, to THEE we bow; HYMN 31. C. M. OME ye that know and fear the Lord, Let ev'ry heart and voice accord, Jesus, the gift of gifts appears, The work begun is carried on 0 may we all, while here below, Till warmer hearts in brighter worlds, COME, HYMN 32. S. M. OME, we that love the Lord, Join in a song with sweet accord, The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from the place! Let those refuse to sing, Soon we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his The hill of Sion yields grace, A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We,re marching thro' Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. |