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6 Self-interest, Lord, shall fail,
Man's haughtiness sink low;
Thy beauty, Lord, prevail;
We at thy footstool bow:
Thou know'st our hearts, we need no more:
Give us to worship, love, adore.
Friend. Prov. xvii. 17; xviii. 24. Cant. v. 16.
1 POOR, weak, and worthless though I am,
I have a rich Almighty Friend;
Jesus, the Saviour, is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.
2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
And by his power my foes controll'd;
He found me wand'ring far from God,
And brought me to his chosen fold.
3 He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,
And says that I shall shortly be
Enthron'd with him above the skies;
O! what a friend is Christ to me.
Fountain opened. Zec. xiii. 1. Psa. xxxvi. 9. Isa. xli. 18.
1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!
3 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.
The Light and Glory of God's Word.
1 A GLORY gilds the sacred page,
Majestic as the sun;
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.
3 Let endless thanks, O God! be thine,
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
4 With steadfast zeal may we pursue
The paths of truth and love;
Till glory break upon our view
In brighter worlds above.
Increase of the Church. Isa. ii. 2. Hab. ii. 14. Mic. iv. 1
1 SHOUT! for the blessed Jesus reigns;
Through distant lands his triumphs spread:
And sinners, freed from sin and pains,
Own him their Saviour and their Head.
2 His sons and daughters from afar,
Daily at Zion's gate arrive;
Those who were dead in sin before,
By sovereign grace are made alive.
3 Oppressors now beneath his feet,
O'ercome by his victorious power;
Princes in humble posture wait,
And proud blasphemers learn t' adore.
4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their offerings bring,
And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay
To their exalted God and King.
5 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name,
In songs as lasting as his love.
King of Nations. Psa. xlvii. 6, 7; lxxii. 10—14.
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journies run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
3 For Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
4 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns,
The pris'ner leaps to loose his chains
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
6 Where he displays his healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more;
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
7 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to their King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen.
Kingdom of Christ. Dan. ii. 44. Psa. xxii. 27; lxvii. 3, 4.
1 ALL hail, redeeming Lord!
The wondrous things foretold
Of thee in sacred writ,
With joy our eyes behold:
Still does thy arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear.
2 To thee the hoary head
Its silver honours pays;
To thee the blooming youth
Devotes his brightest days:
And every age their tribute bring,
And bow to thee, all conquering King!
30 haste, victorious Prince,
That happy, glorious day,
When souls like drops of dew
Shall own thy gentle sway!
O may it bless our longing eyes,
And bear our shouts beyond the skies!
4 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Eternal be thy reign;
Behold the nations sue
To wear thy gentle chain :
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand for ever sure.
Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star.
1 ALL hail, mysterious King!
Hail David's ancient root;
Thou righteous Branch, which thence did sprin
To give the nations fruit.
2 Our weary souls shall rest
Beneath thy grateful shade;
Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste,
By thy bless'd fruit convey'd.
3 Fair morning star, arise!
With living glories bright;
And pour on these awak'ning eyes
A flood of sacred light.
4 The horrid gloom is fled,
Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray;
Shine, and our wand'ring footsteps lead
To everlasting day.