"Tis Love that gives to Faith its worth, Proves Hope to be of heavenly birth, Nor lets them die or fade.
5 Dear Jesus! Saviour, God of grace,
In my poor heart these blessings place,
This plant immortal raise.
Let Faith unshaken, Hope that's sure,
And Love abounding more and more,
In me show forth thy praise.
Time and Eternity.-C. WESLEY.
Halifax Chapel 38. Hinton 266.
HOU God of glorious majesty,
To thee, against myself, to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry;
A half-awaken'd child of man;
An heir of endless bliss or pain;
A sinner born to die!
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Yet how insensible!
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to yon heavenly place,
Or-shuts me up in hell!
3 O God! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late;
Wake me to righteousness.
4 Before me place, in bright array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come,
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom!
5 Be this my one great bus'ness here,-
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure!
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure!
Jordan New 41. Hinton 266.
HE Lord th' eternal sceptre rears,
And nature's power observant hears
Whate'er his will enjoins :
His head with purest splendours crown'd,
With majesty he vests him round,
And girds with strength his loins.
2 Encircled by th' ethereal space,
And fix'd by him on firmest base,
The earth's vast orb appears;
From earliest age, great God, thy throne
Aloft in heaven prepar'd has shone;
Nor numbers time thy years.
3 A scene of horror strikes my eyes;
The floods, my God, the floods arise,
And lift their voice on high;
What power shall curb the headlong tide?
What bid the swelling waves subside,
And clear the stormy sky?
4 Thee o'er all height exalted, Thee
The deeps revere; at thy decree
The waves their rage resign:
Fix'd are the laws by Thee ordain'd;
And truth and holiness unstain'd,
Adorn thy awful shrine.
Longing for a Place at the right Hand of the Judge.-ANONYMOUS.
248. Jordan New 41. Hinton 266. Westbury Leigh 278.
1 WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt
To fetch thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
2 I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Tho' vilest of them all!
But can I bear the piercing thought!
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call!
3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place,
In this the accepted day:
Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Let me among thy saints be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face:
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring, With shouts of sov'reign grace.
Shiloh 51. Birkstead 225. (14th.) 8, 8, 7.
WHO hath our report believ'd?
Shiloh come is not received,
Not received by his own;
Promis'd Branch from root of Jesse,
David's offspring sent to bless ye,
Comes too meekly to be known.
2 Tell me, O thou favour'd nation,
What is thy fond expectation!
Some fair spreading lofty tree?
Let not worldly pride confound thee,
'Mong the lowly plants around thee,
Mark the lowest-that is He.
Jesus in the Manger.-ANONYMOUS. 250. Carmel 35. Trowbridge 21. (15th.) 8, 7. WHO is this stupendous stranger!
Nymphs of Solyma devise:
Lead me to my Master's manger; Show me where my Saviour lies. 2 O, most Holy!-O, most Mighty! Far above a seraph's thought! Art thou, yet, so meek and lowly As unheeded prophets taught? 3 0, the magnitude of meekness! Worth from worth immortal sprung: O, the strength of Infant weakness! If Eternal is so young!
4 Hail, Emanuel, live for ever!
On the theme archangels dwell!
Yet their loftiest powers can never
Half th' amazing wonder tell.
Every Blessing flowing from Christ.
251. Humble Souls 22. Carmel 35. Welsh 210.
NOTHING but thy blood, O Jesus,
Can relieve us from our smart;
Nothing else from guilt release us;
Nothing else can melt the heart.
2 Jesus, all our consolations
Flow from thee, the sovereign good:
Love, and faith, and hope, and patience,
All are purchas'd by thy blood:
3 From thy fulness we receive them;
We have nothing of our own;
Freely thou delight'st to give them
To the needy who have none.
4 Teach us, by thy patient spirit,
How to mourn, and not despair:
Let us, leaning on thy merit,
Wrestle hard with God in prayer.
Prayer to the Spirit and Jesus.-
ANONYMOUS.
252. Cannon Str. 24. Northampton Chapel 126. (15th.)
HOLY
OLY Ghost, inspire our praises,
Touch our hearts and tune our tongues!
We will praise thy name, O Jesus,
Heaven shall echo with the songs.
2 Every state, howe'er distressing,
Shall be profit in the end;
Ev'ry ordinance a blessing;
Ev'ry providence a friend.
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