Congregation. Great God, accept their infant songs; To thee alone their praise belongs. Both. 5 Lord, bid this work of love This institution bless: Thus shall the praise resound to thee, Now, and through all eternity. HYMN 111. III. 1. LORY to the Father give, GLO God in whom we move and live; Children's prayers he deigns to hear, Children's songs delight his ear. 2 Glory to the Son we bring, Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King; 3 Glory to the Holy Ghost, He reclaims the sinner lost; 4 Glory in the highest be To the blessed Trinity, For the Gospel from above, For the word that "God is love." HYMN 112. C. M. WHEN Jesus left his heavenly throne, He chose an humble birth; Like us unhonour'd and unknown, 2 Like him, may we be found below, 3 Sweet were his words and kind his look, 4 Safe from the world's alluring harms, HYMN 113. L. M. LORD, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee: At once they sing, at once they pray; They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heaven below; Not all that earth and sin can say, Shall tempt me to forget this day, CHARITABLE OCCASIONS. HYMN 115. C. M. BLEST is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye 2 Whose breast responds with generous warmth, A stranger's woe to feel; He wants the power to heal. 3 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy's melting eye, 4 To him protection shall be shown; And mercy, from above, Descend on those who thus fulfil In the fair fertile fields above To ample harvests grow. 3 The mite my willing hands can give, At Jesus' feet I lay; Grace shall the humble gift receive, HYMN 117. III. 3. LORD of life, all praise excelling, Thou, in glory unconfined, 2 As thy love, through all creation, Both are equal in thy sight. 3 Thus thy care, for all providing, Warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue; Who, the lot of all deciding, To thy chosen Israel sung: 4 When thy harvest yields thee pleasure, Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind; To the poor belongs the treasure Of the scatter'd ears behind: 5 When thine olive-plants increasing Chorus. These, &c. 6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing, 7 Still we read thy word declaring Warms the heart resembling thee. 8 Still the orphan and the stranger, Still the widow owns thy care; Screen'd by thee in every danger, Heard by thee in every prayer. Hallelujah, Amen. 5 To thee I raised my humble prayer, I found thine ear not slow to hear, 6 Thou gav'st the word, the winds did cease, The storms obey'd thy will, The raging sea was hush'd in peace, And every wave was still. 7 For this, my life, in every state. A life of praise shall be; And death, when death shall be my fate, Shall join my soul to thee. WHE FOR THE SICK. HYMN 121. L. M. WHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh, Past mercies teach me where to fly: Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, When sickness grieves, and pains invade. 2 To all the various helps of art, Receive commission all from thee; 4 Clay and Siloam's pool, we find, At heaven's command restored the blind; 5 But grant me nobler favours still, 6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue? 7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs, 8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead, 9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart, And conscious guilt corrodes the heart, His blood is all-sufficient found To draw the shaft and heal the wound. : We take the pattern of our praise From Hezekiah's tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave If he that holds the keys of death, 3 When he but speaks the healing word, 4 If half the strings of life should break, He can our frame restore, And cast our sins behind his back, 5 To him I cried, "Thy servant save, Thy power can rescue from the grave, 6 He heard, and saved my soul from death, ΜΥ HYMN 123. L. M. On the same. Y God, since thou hast raised me up, Thee I'll extol with thankful voice; Restored by thine Almighty power, With fear before thee I'll rejoice. 2 With troubles worn, with pain opprest, To thee I cried, and thou didst save; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, My life didst rescue from the grave. 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me With me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind, And all his faithfulness record. 4 His anger is but short: his love, 5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress, In happier hours I now will give, And strive that in my grateful verse, His praises may for ever live. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The blest and undivided Three; The One sole giver of all life, Glory and praise for ever be. HE FUNERALS. HYMN 124. C. M. EAR what the voice from heaven declares 2 Then why lament departed friends, 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, The law gave sin its strength and power; 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And, rising thence, their hopes he raised 5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, WHEN HYMN 125. C. M. HEN those we love are snatch'd away Our hearts the mournful tribute pay That friendship must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, May this dread truth, "I too must die," 3 Let this vain world allure no more; 4 The voice of this instructive scene 5 O let us to that Saviour fly, Whose arm alone can save: HYMN 126. C. M. Death of a Young Person. HOW short the race our friend has run, Cut down in all his bloom:. The course but yesterday begun Now finish'd in the tomb. 2 Thou joyous youth, hence learn how soon Thy years may end their flight: Long, long before life's brilliant noon May come death's gloomy night. 3 To serve thy God no longer wait, To-day his voice regard; 4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace, The soul that early seeks my face, HYMN 128. III. 1. SINNERS, turn, why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why: God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live: He the fatal cause demands, Asks the works of his own hands: Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love, and die? 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why: He, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself that ye might live. Will you let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die? 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you why: He who all your lives hath strove, Woo'd you to embrace his love. HYMN 129. III. 1. HASTEN, sinner, to be wise; Stay not for the morrow's sun: Harder is it to be won. 2 Hasten, mercy to implore; Stay not for the morrow's sun; 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest; Stay not for the morrow's sun; HYMN 130. II. 3. PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught each scene the note of woe; Safe in the mercy of thy God: HYMN 131. S. M. Rev. xxii. 17-20. HE Spirit, in our hearts, THE Is whispering, sinner, Come: The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, Come. 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, Come: 3 Yes, whosoever will, O let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life: 'Tis Jesus bids him come. |