2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast!
3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigli,
For without thee I dare not die.
4 Come near to bless me when I wake,
Ere through the world my way I take;
Abide with me till in thy love
I lose myself in heaven above.
Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.-PsA. 86. 4. WEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known:
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since he bids me seek his face.
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
I'll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer
3 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, May I thy consolation share;
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home, and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer.
And so shall we ever be with the Lord.
EN thousand times ten thousand,
In sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints
Throng up the steeps of light:
'Tis finished, all is finished,
Their fight with death and sin
Fling open wide the golden gates
And let the victors in.
2 What rush of hallelujahs
Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
U day for which creation
And all its tribes were made!
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousand fold repaid!
3 O then what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore,
What knitting severed friendships up,
Where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle
That brimmed with tears of late
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.
He bowed the heavens also, and came down darkness was under his feet.-PSA. 18. 9.
HE Lord descended from above
and bowed the heavens most high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky.
2 On cherubim and seraphim
Full royally he rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
3 And like a den most dark he made
His hid and secret place;
With waters dark and thickest clouds
He veiled his glorious face.
4 He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
And he, as sov'reign Lord and King,
For evermore shall reign.
The Lord reigneth, he is clothed with majesty.
PSA. 98. 1.
HE Lord Jehovah reigns,
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty;
His glories shine with beams so bright, No mortal eye can bear the sight.
2 The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe
His wrath and justice stand,
To guard his holy law;
And where his love resolves to bless,
His truth confirms and seals the grace.
3 Through all his perfect work
Surprising wisdom shines;
Confounds the powers of hell,
And breaks their curs'd designs.
Strong is the arm-and shall fulfil
His great decrees, his sov'reign will.
4 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend-
And will he write his name,
My Father and my Friend?
I love his name, I love his word;
Join, all my powers, and praise the Lord!
The Lord cometh, with ten thousand of his saints.
THE Lord shall come ! the earth shall quake;
The mountains to their centre shake;
And withering from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.
2 The Lord shall come! but not the same
As once in lowly form he came,—
A silent Lamb before his foes,
A weary Man, and full of woes.
3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful formu,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind!
4 Can this be he, who, wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power oppress'd, and mocked by pride,
The Nazarene, the crucified?.
5 While sinners in despair shall call,
Rocks, hide us! mountains, on us fall!
The saints, ascending from the tomb,
Shall sing for joy, The Lord is come!
The earth shall be full of the knowledge of
the Lord.-ISA. 11. 9.
HE morning light is breaking,
The darkness disappears;
The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears:
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;
While sinners now confessing,
The Gospel call obey,
And seek the Saviour's blessing,
A nation in a day.
3 Bless'd river of salvation,
Pursue thy onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay;
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