« AnteriorContinua »
Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet:
Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount.-I'm fix'dupon it
Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
Safely to arrive at home.
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Interpos’d with precious blood. 3 O! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee: Prone to wander, Lord! I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love Here's my heart-o take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above.
HYMN 47. C. M. Hymn Second. [*]
Light shining out of darkness. 1 God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
And rides upon the storm.
Of never failing skill,
And works his sov'reign will.
The clouds ye so much dread,
With blessings on your head.
But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
HYMN 48. L. M. Pilesgrove. [*]
Meeting of Christian Friends,
for us. 5 We'll talk of all he did and said, And suffer'd for us here below; The path he mark'd for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now. 6 Thus as the moments pass away, We'll love, and wonder, and adore; And hasten on the glorious day, When we shall meet to part no more. NEWTON.
HYMN 49. S. M. Shirland. [*]
Parting of Christian Friends. 1 Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part,
It gives us in ward pain;
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day;
And sin we shall be free;
HYMN 50. L. M. Armley. [b *]
Exhortation to prayer. 1 What various hindrances we meet, In coming to a mercy seat! Yet, who that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there? 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 5 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel's side; But when through weariness they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevailid. 5 Have you no words? Ah! think again, Words flow apace when you complain; And fill a fellow creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. 6 Were haif the breath thus vainly spent, To heaven in supplication sent, Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, “Hear what the Lord hath done for me.” COWPER,
HYMN 51, 7s. Hotham. [*]
Power of Prayer.
3 Though the Lord awhile delay, Succour
they at length obtain; He who taught their hearts to pray, Will not let them seek in vain. 4 Wrestling prayer can wonders do, Bring relief in deepest straits; Prayer can force a passage through Iron bars and brazen gates. NEWTON.
HYMN 30. 88, 7s and 4s. Tamworth. [*]
God, the Pilgrim's Guide.
Pilgrim thro' this barren land;
Bread of heaven!
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Songs of praises
HYMN 53. C. M. Hymn Second. [*]
Walking with God. 1 Oh! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame; And light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their mem’ry still! But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
Whate'er that idol be-
And worship only thee.
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb. CowPER.
HYMN 54. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]
Holy Fortitude; or, the Christian Soldier. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross?
A follower of the Lamb?
Or blush to speak his name?
On flow'ry beds of ease?
And sail'd thro’ bloody seas?
Must I not stem the flood?
To help me on to God?
Increase my courage, Lord;
Supported by thy word.
Shall conquer, tho' they die;
And seize it with their eye.
And all thy armies shine,
HYMN 55. C. M. Mear. [*]
Prayer heard, and Zion restored.
Behold the promis'd hour!
And comes t'exalt his pow'r.
Are precious in our eyes;