mf 4 Oh! wondrous knowledge-deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclosed on every side.
mf 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love.
1 LORD, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown?
In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heaven thy glorious throne.
2 Should I suppress my vital breath, To 'scape the wrath divine;
Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign.
3 If, winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west;
Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest.
4 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night; The flaming eyes that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light.
5 The beams of noon-the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee:
Oh may I ne'er provoke that power, From which I cannot flee.
God our Creator and Preserver.
1 WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey;
Lord, 'tis thy work-I own thy hand That built my humble clay.
2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill;
And hourly blessings from thy hands, Thy thoughts of love reveal.
3 And when I count thy mercies o'er, They fill me with surprise;
Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise.
4 These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me!
Oh! may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee!
1 JEHOVAH, God! thy gracious power On every hand we see;
Oh may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee!
2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed To earth's remotest bound, Thy hand will there our journey lead, Thine arm our path surround.
3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies.
4 From morn till noon-till latest eve Thy hand, O God, we see; And all the blessings we receive, Proceed alone from thee.
5 In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend;
In every age-in every clime, Our Father and our Friend.
Divine Protection acknowledged and implored
1 JEHOVAH, God most high! Thou art the God I own: Oh let my supplicating cry Be heard before thy throne.
2 Great God, thy sovereign power Salvation can impart :
Thy shield, in every dangerous hour, Has sheltered o'er my heart.
Their dark designs restrain; So shall the powers of earth or hell Assault my soul in vain.
1 MY God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thine house; And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path, where sinners lead. 3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray, Smite, and reprove my wandering way; Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. mp 4 When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief'; And by my warm petitions, prove mf How much I prize their faithful love.
Medway Longing for Spiritual Light and Comfort. Aff 1 MY righteous Judge-my gracious God, Hear, when I spread my hands abroad;
I cry for succor from thy throne, Oh! make thy truth and mercy known. 2 For thee I pray-for thee I mourn; When wilt thou, gracious Lord, return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? Wilt thou forever hide thy love?
3 I lift my hands to thee again, And thirst like parched lands for rain; Oh! let me hear thy gracious voice- So shall my weary soul rejoice. 4 My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace; Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirit up.
5 Teach me, O Lord, thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill: Oh let the Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above.
FIRST PART. C. M. Stamford
1 FOREVER blessed be the Lord, My Saviour, and my shield;
He sends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field.
2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care; Instructs me in the heavenly fight, And guards me through the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine My fainting hope shall raise;
He makes the glorious victory mine, And his shall be the praise
SECOND PART. C. M.
God's condescending Goodness to Man.
1 LORD, what is man-poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first?
His life a shadow-light and vain, Still hastening to the dust.
2 Oh! what is feeble, dying man, Or all his sinful race,
That God should make it his concern To visit him with grace!—
3 That God who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above,
While terrors wait his awful frown- How wondrous is his love!
FIRST PART. L. M. Winchester.
All Praise due to God.
1 MY God, my king, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy works with boundless glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let every realm with joy proclaim The sound and honor of thy name.
4 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of their tongue..
5 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vast-and unsearchable thy ways! Vast-and immortal be thy praise!
SECOND PART. C. M. St. Ann's
1 LONG as I live, I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the saine, In brighter worlds above.
2 Great is the Lord—his power unknown, Oh let his praise be great;
I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue, And while my lips rejoice,
The men who hear my sacred song, Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall tell thy name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise.
5 The world is governed by thy hand, Thy saints are ruled by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove.
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