Thou, O Lord, our Saviour be,
And we'll ever worship Thee.
HYMN 15.
Christ from the dead is raised, and made
The first fruits of the tomb;
For as by man came death, by man
Did resurrection come.
For as in Adam all mankind
Did guilt and death derive,
So by the righteousness of Christ
Shall all be made alive.
If then ye risen are with Christ,
Seek only how to get
The things that are above, where Christ,
At God's right hand doth sit.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory; as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
Come gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide,
O'er ev'ry thought and step preside.
The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and love Thy way;
Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.
Lead us to holiness, the road,
The narrow road which leads to God;
Bring us to Christ, the living Way,
Nor let us from Him ever stray.
Lead us to God, our only rest,
To be with Him for ever blest;
Lead us to Heav'n, its bliss to share,
Fulness of joy for ever there.
Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come,
And visit all the souls of Thine;
Thou hast inspired our hearts with life;
Inspire them now with life divine.
Thou art the Comforter, the Gift
Of God Most High, the Fire of love,
The everlasting Spring of joy,
And Holy Unction from above.
Thy gifts are manifold; Thou writ'st
God's law in ev'ry faithful heart;
The promise of the Father, Thou
Dost heav'nly eloquence impart.
Enlighten our dark souls till they
Thy love, Thy heav'nly love, embrace;
And since we are by nature frail,
Assist us with Thy saving grace.
HYMN 17.
Come let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Unnumber'd thousands are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
Worthy the Lamb that died!" they cry, "To be exalted thus:"
"Worthy the Lamb!" our lips reply; "For He was slain for us."
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Come let us to the Lord our God,
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd,
The dawn shall bring us light;
God shall appear and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.
Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.
So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallow'd morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night.
Come, weary souls, with sin distress'd, Come, and accept the promis'd rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace,
How rich the gift, how free the grace.
Lord, we accept with thankful heart,
The hopes Thy gracious words impart ;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless Thy kind inviting voice.
Dear Saviour, let Thy pow'rful love,
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.
Day of Judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons-how the summons,
Will the sinner's heart confound!
See the Judge our nature wearing,
Cloth'd in majesty divine!
You who long for His appearing
Then shall in His glory shine.
Gracious Saviour!-Gracious Saviour;
Own me in that day for Thine.
Then to those who have confessed,
Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below,
He will
say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the Kingdom I bestow;
You for ever-you for ever,
Shall my love and glory know."
HYMN 22.
Dear is to me the Sabbath morn;
The village bells, the pastor's voice,
These oft have found my heart forlorn,
And these have bid my heart rejoice.
And dear to me the winged hour
Spent in Thy hallow'd courts, O Lord!
To feel devotion's soothing pow'r,
And catch the manna of Thy word.
And dear to me the loud Amen,
Which echoes through the bless'd abode, Which swells and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the walls but lives to God.
Oh! when the world, with sordid hand,
Would bind me in its servile chain,
Thus burst, O Lord! its strongest band,
And set my spirit free again.
Dread Jehovah, God of nations,
From Thy temple in the skies,
Hear Thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliv'rance rise.
Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
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