4 To all my weak complaints and cries E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths And through the pleasing snares of vice, 8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou 9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss And in a kind and faithful friend 10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 11 Through every period of my life 12 When nature fails, and day and night My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 13 Through all eternity, to thee, HYMN 11. Psalm xxxi. 15. (C My times are in thy hand." 1 SOV'REIGN Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise, (IIL 1.) All our times are in thy hand, 3 Times of sickness, times of health, 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way 2 Deep in unfathomable mines, He treasures up his bright designs, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5 His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, (C. M.). (S. M.) If he contend in righteousness, 2 If he our ways should mark 3 All-seeing, pow'rful God! Who can with thee contend? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 5 Ah, how shall guilty man None, none can meet him, and escape, HYMN 14. Job ix. 30-33. 1 THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink in conscious guilt and wo: 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine, Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin, And show the vileness of its worth. 8 Ah, not like erring man is God, That men to answer him should dare; 4 There, must a Mediator plead, Who, God and man, may both embrace; With God, for man to intercede, And offer man the purchas'd grace. 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain To be this Mediator crown'd: HYMN 15. 1 ALL glorious God, what hymns of praise L. M.) (L, M.) 2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low! Where saints in light our coming wait, HYMN 16. 1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound, A sov'reign balm for every wound, 2 Salvation! buried once in sin, 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; 4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb, Chorus, for the end of each verse. HYMN 17. 1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song! O may his love (immortal flame!) Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach! What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, (C. M.) (C. M.), And came to earth to bleed and die! Was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me." 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme, Till strangers love thy charming name, HYMN 18. 1 SAVIOUR, source of every blessing, 2 Teach me some melodious measure, 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, HYMN 19. Titus iii. 4-7. 1 MY grateful soul, for ever praise, Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths 2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust 3 "Tis from the love of God through Christ, His mercy sav'd our souls from death, 4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed, Removes our dross, and love divine (IIL. 3.) (C. M.) |