Revive thy work, O Lord, Thy might - y arm make bare; Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, And make thy peo-ple hear.
I REVIVE thy work, O Lord,
Thy mighty arm make bare ;
Speak with the voice that wakes the dead,
And make thy people hear.
2 Revive thy work, O Lord,
Disturb this sleep of death;
Quicken the smouldering embers now,
By thine almighty breath.
3 Revive thy work, O Lord,
Create soul-thirst for thee;
And hungering for the bread of life,
O, may our spirits be !
4 Revive thy work, O Lord,
Exalt thy precious name;
And by thy Spirit pure, our love
For thee and thine inflame.
5 Revive thy work, O Lord,
And give refreshing showers;
The glory shall be all thine own,
The blessing, Lord, be ours.
Come, ye who love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song of sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
I COME, ye who love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song of sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below;
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Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From hope and faith may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry:
We 're marching through. Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.
Come, ye who love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song of sweet ac-cord, And thus surround the throne.
I O, LET my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait thy wise and holy will,
Though wrapped in fears and mystery !
I cannot, Lord, thy purpose see,
Yet all is well, since ruled by thee.
2 When, mounted on thy clouded car,
Thou send'st thy darker spirits down,
I can discern thy light afar,
Thy light, sweet beaming thro' their frown;
And, should I faint a moment, then
I think of thee, and smile again.
3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on :
What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are gone?
Yet purer, nobler joys remain,
And peace is won through conquered pain.
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I O LIGHT, whose beams illumine all, From twilight dawn to perfect day, Shine thou before the shadows fall, That lead our wandering feet astray: At morn and eve thy radiance pour, That youth may love, and age adore !
2 O Way, through whom our souls draw near
To yon eternal home of peace,
Where perfect love shall cast out fear,
And earth's vain toil and wandering cease :
In strength or weakness, may we see
Our heavenward path, O Lord, through thee !
3 O Truth, before whose shrine we bow,
Thou priceless pearl for all who seek,
To thee our earliest strength we vow;
Thy love will bless the pure and meek :
When dreams or mists beguile our sight,
Turn thou our darkness into light!
4 O Life, the well that ever flows
To slake the thirst of those that faint,
Thy power to bless, what seraph knows?
Thy joy supreme, what words can paint?
In earth's last hour of fleeting breath
Be thou our conqueror over death!
5 O Light, O Way, O Truth, O Life,
O Jesus, born mankind to save,
Give thou thy peace in deadliest strife;
Shed thou thy calm on stormiest wave;
Be thou our hope, our joy, our dread,
Lord of the living and the dead!
I FAR as Creation's bounds extend,
Thy mercies with thy glory blend;
To thee, O Lord, thy works shall raise
A chorus of unceasing praise ;
While men in hymns of joy impart
The transports of a grateful heart.
2 They sing the glories of thy name,
And feel within the vital flame;
And while thy wisdom they admire,
To know thy love their hearts aspire :
Thy love, O Lord, thy holy love
Is heaven below, is heaven above !
3 To every soul of all our race,
Do thou reveal thy wondrous grace;
And may thy mercy thousands win
From ways of error and of sin;
May faith and hope and love increase,
And fill the earth with joy and peace!
2 Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there :
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it has found repose in thee !
I THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see ;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven,
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
I THOU hidden love of God, whose height, 3 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose :
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee !
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh, And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath thy kindling eye; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
the break-ing shade, I drink again the morning light.
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride!
I'll boast a Saviour crucified;
And O, may this my portion be,
My Saviour not ashamed of me !
Another pas-tor hast thou giv'n, Our Father, to this flock of thine, To feed them with the bread of heav'n, And guide them to the life divine.
I ANOTHER pastor hast thou given,
Our Father, to this flock of thine,
To feed them with the bread of heaven,
And guide them to the life divine.
2 O, make him here, we humbly pray,
So faithful to the trust he bears
That from his fold no lamb may stray,
Or fall within the tempter's snares.
3 And when the dying need his aid,
Then may he speak those truths sublime
Which lift from death its fearful shade,
And ope to view yon better clime.
4 Where death has been, in homes of grief,
And sorrow's lowest depths are stirred,
There may he offer sweet relief,
Through Christ, the life and living word.
5 Here may he labor while 't is day,
That when night's gloom comes deep'ning on
Like his loved Master, he may say,
The work thou gavest me is done.
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