We lift our hearts and voices
In blest anticipation,
And cry aloud-and give to God
The praise of our salvation.
2 While, in affliction's furnace,
And passing through the fire,
Thy love we praise, that knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher.
We lift our hands, exulting
In thine almighty favor;
The love divine, that made us thine,
Shall keep us thine forever.
3 Thou dost conduct thy people
Through torrents of temptation;
Nor will we fear, while thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.
The world, with sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes;
By thee we will break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.
4 Faith now beholds the glory,
To which thou wilt restore us,
And earth despise, for that high prize,
Which thou hast set before us.
And if thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see thee stand at God's right hand,
To take us up to heaven.
1 FIRMLY I stand on Zion's hill,
And view my starry crown;
No power on earth my hope can shake,
Nor hell can thrust me down.
2 The lofty hills, and stately towers,
That lift their heads on high,
Shall all be levelled low in dust-
Their very names shall die.
3 The vaulted heavens shall melt away,
Built by Jehovah's hands;
But firmer than the heavens, the rock
Of my salvation stands.
405 Communion of Saints on Earth with Saints in Heaven.
1 COME, let us join our friends above,
Who have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love,
To joy celestial rise.
2 Let saints below in concert sing
With those to glory gone,
For all the servants of our King
In heaven and earth are one.
3 One family, we dwell in him,
One church, above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream-
The narrow stream of death.
mp 4 Ev'n now to their eternal home
Some happy spirits fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And soon expect to die!
Aff 5 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide
Then, when the word is given,
Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide,
And land us safe in heaven.
406 Saints cheered with the Hope of Heaven.
mp 1 COME, humble souls-ye mourners, come, And wipe away your tears:
Adieu to all your sad complaints,
Your sorrows and your fears.
mf 2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love:
Soon shall you join the glorious theme
In loftier strains above.
3 God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends:
Calls you his treasure, and his joy,
His children, and his friends.
Aff 4 My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.
5 Forever let my grateful heart
His boundless grace adore
Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.
f 6 Transporting hope!-still on my soul
With radiant glories shine,
Till thou thyself art lost in joys,
Immortal and divine.
1 SING, all ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing:
Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound,
Be joyful in your King.
2 His hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road:
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your gracious God.
3 Bright garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows, all are fled.
f 4 March on, in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still;
With joyful hope still fix your eye
On Zion's heavenly hill.
Mourning over departed Comforts.
1 SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.
3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine.
mp 4 But now-when evening shade prevails
My soul in darkness mourns:
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
Af 5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail-
Oh make my soul thy care!
I know thy mercy cannot fail;
Let me that mercy share.
1 WHERE is my Saviour now,
Whose smiles I once possessed?
Till he return, I bow,
By heaviest grief oppressed:›
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
2 Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah! who can soothe his wo,
And give him sweet relief?
Earth cannot heal the wounded breast,
Or give the troubled sinner rest.
3 Jesus, thy smiles impart;
My dearest Lord, return,
And ease my wounded heart,
And bid me cease to mourn:
Then shall this night of sorrow flee,
And peace and heaven be found in thee.
Medway. Sparta
1 OH where is now that glowing love,
That marked our union with the Lord?
Our hearts were fixed on things above,
Nor could the world a joy afford.
2 Where is the zeal that led us then
To make our Saviour's glory known?
That freed us from the fear of men,
And kept our eye on him alone?
3 Where are the happy seasons spent
In fellowship with him we loved?
The sacred joy-the sweet content,
The blessedness that then we proved?
4 Behold, again, we turn to thee;
Oh cast us not away, though vile!
No peace we have-no joy we see,
O'Lord our God, but in thy smile.
Cold Affections lamented.
1 JESUS demands this heart of mine,
Demands my love, my joy, my care;
But ah! how dead to things divine,
How cold, my best affections are!
2 "Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power,
Divides my Saviour from my sight;
Oh! for one happy, shining hour
Of sacred freedom-sweet delight.
mf 3 Come, dearest Lord-thy love can raise
My captive powers from sin and death,
And fill my heart and life with praise,
And tune my last, expiring breath.
Backsliding and Returning.
1 WHY is my heart so far from thee,
My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day
With thee, no more by night?
2 When my forgetful soul renews
The savor of thy grace,
My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.
3 But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
4 Wretch that I am! to wander thus,
In chase of false delight!
Let me be fastened to thy cross,
Nor ever lose thy sight.
1 DEAR Lord, accept a sinful heart,
Which of itself complains;
And mourns with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains.
2 How eager are my thoughts to roam
In quest of what they love!
But ah! when duty calls me home,
How heavily they move!
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