Our helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds, our souls shall boast.
HYMN 88. C. M.
The Birth of Christ.
1 AWAKE, awake the sacred song
To our incarnate Lord;
Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue Adore th' eternal Word.
2 Sinners awake, with angels join, And chant the solemn lay; Joy, love, and gratitude combine, To hail th' auspicious day.
3 Then shone almighty pow'r and love, In all their glorious forms; When Jesus left his throne above, To dwell with sinful worms.
4 Adoring angels tun'd their songs To hail the joyful day ;
With rapture then, let mortal tongues Their grateful worship pay.
5 Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail ! Redeemer, brother, Friend!
Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail, Thy praise shall never end.
HYMN 89. P. M.
The Resurrection of Christ.
HRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day, Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won: Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath open'd Paradise,
4 Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O death, is now thy sting!" Once he died our souls to save:
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?"
5 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n! Praise to thee by both be giv'n! Thee we greet triumphant now, Hail! the RESURRECTION-Thou.
HYMN 90. P. M.
The Ascension and Kingdom of Christ. EJOICE, the Lord is King,
1R Th' ascended King adore;
Mortals, give thanks, and sing And triumph evermore !
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love: When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above : Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o'er earth and heav'n; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus giv'n : Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
4 Rejoice in glorious hope; Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his servants up
To their eternal home :
We soon shall hear the Archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, REJOICE.
HYMN 91. P. M.
The out-pouring of the Spirit.
WHEN the blest day of Pentecost
Was fully come; the Holy Ghost
Descended from above,
Sent by the Father and the Son : The Sender and the Sent are one, The Lord of life and love.
2 But were the first disciples blest With heav'nly gifts? And shall the rest Be pass'd unheeded by? What? Has the Holy Ghost forgot To quicken souls, that Christ has bought; And let them lifeless lie?
3 No, thou almighty Paraclete!
Thou shedd'st thy heav'nly influ❜nce yet; Thou visit'st sinners still :
Thy breath of life, thy quick'ning flame, Thy pow'r, thy Godhead, still the same, We own; because we feel.
HYMN 92. S. M.
A morning hymn.
EE how the mounting sun Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With ev'ry bright'ning ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul
Her heav'nly Parent sing;
And to her great Original,
Her humbler tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near !
4 Thus doth thine arm support This weak defenceless frame ; But whence such favours, Lord, to me, All worthless as I am?
5 O! how shall I repay The bounties of my God? This feeble spirit pants beneath The pleasing, painful load. 6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross I bring my sacrifice; Cleans'd by thy blood, it shall ascend With fragrance to the skies.
7 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy service wish to spend A long eternity.
HYMN 93. C. M.
A morning song.
ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him, that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound; Wide as the heav'n, on which he sits, To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame; My tongue shall speak his praise: My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays.
4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er withstand; Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand.
5 A thousand wretched souls are filed Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread, And yet my moments run.
6 Great God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light;
'Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night.
HYMN 91. L. M.
An evening hymn.
1 GREAT God, to thee my ev'ning song
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise ! 2 My days unclouded as they pass, And ev'ry gentle rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, And witness to thy love and pow'r.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful can from thee depart, And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus: his dear name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God, And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy name.
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