4 Oh! let the dead now hear Thy voice; Bid, Lord, Thy banished ones rejoice; Our beauty this, our glerious dress, Jesus, the Lord, our Righteousness. J' LOVE. HYMN 253. C. M. ESUS! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; And in Thy presence rest. 2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, 3 Oh, hope of every contrite heart, Oh, joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! 4 But what to those who find? Ah! this None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus! our only joy be Thou, HYMN 254. C. M. MY God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heaven thereby; I must forever die. 2 But, O my Jesus, Thou didst me For me didst bear the nails and spear, 3 And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony, E'en death itself; and all for one 4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ! Not for the sake of winning heaven, 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught; Not seeking a reward; But as Thyself hast loved me, It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And for the weary, rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, 4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, And I am owned a child. 5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; 7 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim PRAISE. HYMN 256. III. 3. LORD, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord! Heaven is still with anthems ringing; "Holy, holy, holy," singing, "Lord of hosts, the Lord most High! 2 Ever thus in God's high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thoughts His greatness raises, And our love His gifts excite. With His seraph train before Him, With His holy church below, Thus unite we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthems flow. 3 Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord! Thus Thy glorious name confessing, We adopt the angels' cry, Holy, holy, holy"-blessing Thee, the Lord our God most High! HYMN 257. L. M. AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing Thy great Redeemer's praise, 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 5 Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Saviour to depart, 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 7 Then let me mount and soar away 3 Hail Him, the Heir of David's line, 5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 6 Let every kindred, every tribe To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him-Lord of all. HYMN 259. THE strain upraise of joy and praise: For the glory of their King, Shall the ransomed people sing; And the choirs that dwell on high Shall re-echo through the sky They in the rest of Paradise who dwell, The blessed ones, with joy the chorus swell. Alleluia. 2 The planets beaming on their heavenly way, The shining constellations, join and say, Alleluia. Ye clouds that onward sweep, 3 Ye floods and ocean billows, First let the birds, with painted plumage gay, Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say Alleluia. 4 Then let the beasts of carth, with varying strain, Join in creation's hymn and cry again, PEACE. HYMN 260. C. M. H for a heart to praise my God, A heart that always feels Thy blood, 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, Where Jesus reigns alone; 3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 4 A heart in every thought renewed, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; HYMN 261. C. M. HERE is a fold whence none can stray, THE And pastures ever green, Where sultry sun, or stormy day, Or night is never seen. 2 Far up the everlasting bills, 3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave, Divides that land from this; I have a Shepherd pledged to save, 4 Soon at His feet my soul will lie, I shall not taste of death. 5 Far from this guilty world, to be O HYMN 262. C. M. LORD, my best desire fulfil, Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at Thy command, 3 No, rather let me freely yield 4 Thy favour all my journey through, 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, 6 But oh! my inward spirit cries, 2 My Saviour, as Thou wilt! If needy here and poor, Give me Thy people's bread, Their portion rich and sure. Let my soul feed upon; 3 My Saviour, as Thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Grow dim or disappear. And sorrowed oft alone, 4 My Saviour, as Thou wilt! From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 There if Thy Spirit touch the soul, 4 Oh with what peace, and joy, and love, There, like the nightingale, she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. 5 Author and Guardian of my life! 6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above, HYMN 267. P. M. Nearer to Thee! EARER, my God, to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, 2 Though like a wanderer, Weary and lone, Darkness comes over me, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer to Thee! 3 There let my way appear Nearer to Thee! 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs So by my woes to be, 5 Or, if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forget, Still all my song shall be Nearer to Thee! HYMN 268. L. M. UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near; 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take, Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. DEATH. HYMN 269. L. M. SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! oh, how sweet, 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! 4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be; 5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; HYMN 270. S. M. OR ever with the Lord! FOR Amen, so let it be: Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 3 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near 4 Ab, then my spirit faints 5 Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies; |