Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind! 4 'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark-their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love!
1 HOW happy are the souls above,
From sin and sorrow free!
With Jesus they are now at rest,
And all his glory see!
2 "Worthy the Lamb,” aloud they cry,
"That brought us near to God:"
In ceaseless hymns of praise they shout
The virtue of his blood.
mp 3 Sweet gratitude inspires their songs,
Ambitious to proclaim,
Before the Father's awful throne,
The honors of the Lamb.
4 With wondering joy they recollect
Their fears and dangers past;
And bless the wisdom, power, and love,
Which brought them safe at last.
Aff 5 Lord, let the merit of thy death
To me be likewise given;
And I, with them, will shout thy praise
Through all the courts of heaven.
1 HOW far beyond our mortal sight
The Lord of glory dwells!
A vail of interposing night
His radiant face conceals.
2 Oh could my longing spirit rise
On strong, immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,
My Saviour and my King!—
3 There thousands worship at thy feet,
And there-divine employ !-
Thy love triumphant they repeat
In songs of endless joy.
4 Thy presence beams eternal day.
O'er all the blissful place
Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?
1 "THESE glorious minds!-how bright they shine!
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?"
2 From torturing pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely washed their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach th' eternal God,
And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps, and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.
4 The unvailed glories of his face
Among his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supplied.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast :
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.
Pardon implored for National Sins.
1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations!
From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliverance rise:
2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
3 Let that love vail our transgression;
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.
4 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
Judgments for National Sins deprecated.
1 ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend!
"Tis on thy pardoning grace alone
Our dying hopes depend.
2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand,
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3 How changed, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!
4 Oh turn us-turn us, mighty Lord,
Convert us by thy grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And see again thy face.
5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,
We will not sink in fear;
Secure of all-sufficient aid,
When thou, O God, art near.
Providential Goodness of God.
1 ETERNAL Source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy presence we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole :
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to vail the skies.
3 Seasons and months, and weeks and duys, Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the grateful homage paid
With morning light, and evening shade.
4 Lord, in thy house let incense rise,
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
2 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild, refreshing dew.
3 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
4 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed time nor harvest-night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.
1 JOIN, every tongue, to praise the Lord,
All nature rests upon his word:
Mercy and truth his courts maintain,
And own his universal reign.
2 At his command the morning ray
Smiles in the east-and leads the day;
He guides the sun's declining wheels
Beneath the verge of western hills.
3 Seasons and times obey his voice;
The evening and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers.
4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine;
In all the earth thy glories shine;
Through every month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.
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1 GREAT God! let all my tuneful powers
Awake, and sing thy mighty name:
Thy hand revolves my circling hours-
Thy hand, from whence my being came.
2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round
In beauteous order, speak thy praise;
And years, with smiling mercy crowned,
To thee successive honors raise.
3 My life, my health, my friends, I owe,
All to thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above.
4 Thus will I sing till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more;
And after death thy boundless grace,
Through everlasting years adore.
1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace;
Crowned with thy mercies, we rejoice,
And in thy praise exalt our voice.
P 2 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death;
It gently wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.
3 These lives are sacred to the Lord,
By thee upheld-by thee restored;
And while our hours renew their race
We still would walk before thy face.
4 So, when our souls by thee are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triumphant they shall move
To seats of nobler life above.
Blessings of Providence and Grace.
1 ALMIGHTY Father! gracious Lord!
Kind Guardian of my days!
Thy mercies let my heart record,
In songs of grateful praise.
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Was thine indulgent care,
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