HYMN CCCLXIX.
For a Sense of Divine Love.
BEFORE SERMON.
LIGHT of life, seraphic fire,
Love divine, thyself impart;
Every fainting soul inspire;
Shine in every drooping heart;
Every mourning sinner cheer;
Scatter all our guilty gloom!
Son of God, appear, appear;
To thy human temples come!
2 Come, in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in!
Fill us with the glorious power,
Rooting out the love of sin;
Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our hearts' desire,
All our joy and all our peace!
HYMN CCCLXX.
National Mercies, for public Occasions.
1 A NATION God delights to bless,
Can all our raging foes distress,
Or hurt whom they surround?
Hid from the general scourge we are,
Nor see the bloody waste of war,
Nor hear the trumpet's sound.
2 O might we, Lord, the grace improve!
By labouring for the rest of Love,
The soul-composing power!
Bless us with that internal peace,
And all the fruits of righteousness,
Till time shall be no more.
HYMN CCCLXXI.
For a Display of Divine Power.
Is. li. 9. xxxv. 10.
1 ARM of the Lord, awake, awake,
Thine own immortal strength put on!
With terror cloth'd, hell's kingdom shake,
And cast thy foes with fury down!
2 As in the ancient days appear!
The sacred annals speak thy fame:
Be now omnipotently near,
To endless ages still the same.
3 Thy arm, Lord, is not shortened now;
It warts not now the power to save:
Still present with thy people, thou
Bear'st them through life's disparted wave.
4 By death and hell pursu'd in vain,
To thee the ransom'd seed shall come;
Shouting their heavenly Sion gain,
And pass through death triumphant home."
5 The pain of life shall then be o'er,
The anguish and distracting care;
There sighing grief shall weep no more,
And sin shall never enter there.
6 Where pure, essential joy is found,
The Lord's redeem'd their heads shall raise,
With everlasting gladness crown'd,
And fill'd with love, and lost in praise.
HYMN CCCLXXII.
Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
Ps. xxiv. 7-10.
1 UR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high!
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky;
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in.
4 Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrow;
And Jesus is the Conqueror's Name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,
Lift up your heads ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors give way.
6 Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord of glorious power possest;
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all for ever blest.
HYMN CCCLXXIII.
Salvation ascribed to Christ.
E servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name;
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol,
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, Almighty to save,
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son;
Our Jesus's praises the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship the
Lamb.
4 Then let us adore and give him his right,
And glory and power, all wisdom and might,
All honour and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never-ceasing, and infinite love.
For Christian Fellowship, 1. John ii. 5—7. iii. 11.
JESUS, soft harmonious name,
Every faithful heart's desire!
See thy followers, Holy Lamb!
All at once to thee aspire:
Drawn by thy uniting grace,
After thee we swiftly run:
While we humbly seek thy face:
Come and perfect us in one!
2 Mollify our harsher will:
Each to each our tempers suit, By thy modulating skill,
Heart to heart, as lute to lute; Sweetly on our spirits move;
Gently touch the trembling strings: Make the harmony of love,
Music for the King of kings!
3 See the souls that hang on thee; Sever'd through in flesh we are, Join'd in spirit all agree:
All thy matchless grace declare. Spread thy love to all around: Hark! we now our voices raise! Joyful and harmonious sound, Sweetest symphony of praise!
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