3 Come, Lord, Thy love alone can raise Then shall our lips resound Thy praise, 4 Dear Saviour, let Thy glory shine, 5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say, And bring the bright, the glorious day, Anne Steele. 30 S. M. 81. CROWN Him with many crowns, Hark! how the heav'nly anthem drowns Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King 2 Crown Him the Virgin's Son, Whose arm those crimson trophies won The root whence mercy ever flows, 3 Crown Him the Lord of love; Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his wond'ring eye 4 Crown Him the Lord of peace, 5 Crown Him the Lord of years, All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me; Thy praise shall never, never fail 31 M. Bridges. S. M. 81. COME, Sound His praise abroad, He formed the deeps unknown, 2 Come, worship at His throne; 32 We are His works, and not our own; Nor dare provoke His rod; I. Watts. 10s. AS PANTS the wearied hart for cooling springs, That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase, So pants my soul for Thee, great King of kings, So thirsts to reach Thy sacred dwelling place. 2 Lord, Thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the tedi ous day; And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night, To Thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay. 3 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid? Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove; Within His courts thy thanks shall yet be paid; Unquestioned be His faithfulness and love. R. Lowth. Tr. G. Gregory. 33 10s. FATHER, again in Jesus' name we meet, And bow in penitence beneath Thy feet; Again to Thee our feeble voices raise, 2 Oh, we would bless Thee for Thy ceaseless care, And all Thy work from day to day declare ! Is not our life with hourly mercies crowned? Does not Thine arm encircle us around? 3 Alas! unworthy of Thy boundless love, Too oft with careless feet from Thee we rove; But now, encouraged by Thy voice, we come, Returning sinners, to a Father's home. 4 Oh, by that name in which all fulness dwells, Oh, by that love which every love excels, Oh, by that blood so freely shed for sin, Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in! 34 L. E. G. Whitmore. O VERY God of very God, C. M. 81. Thy feet this earth's dark valley trod, Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong, 2 And even now, though dull and gray, Oh, guide us till our path is done, 3 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the daylight springs, Till Thou shalt come, our gloom to chase, To God the Father, power and might To Him that is the light of light, 35 J. M. Neale. 8,7,8,7,4,7. GLORY be to God the Father, While eternal ages run! 2 Glory be to Him who loved us, Washed us from each spot and stain; To the Lamb that once was slain! 3 Glory to the King of angels, To the King of glory bring! 4 Glory, blessing, praise eternal ! Glory to the King of kings! II. Bonar. |