6 Were half our breath, thus vainly spent, To heav'n in supplication sent, Our cheerful songs would often be, B HYMN 76. L. M. The work of a Minister. EFORE thy throne, eternal King, Thy ministers their tribute bring; Their tribute of united praise, For heav'nly news and peaceful days." 2 We sing the conquest of thy sword, 3 Thy various service we esteem, 4 Nor seraphs there can ever raise, 5 Still in thy work we would abound, 6 Thou art our Lord, our life, our love, J' HYMN 77. Christ's Crucifixion. ESUS drinks the bitter cup, The wine-press treads alone, Tares the graves and mountains By his expiring groan : up, Lo! the pow'rs of heaven he shakes, Nature in convulsion lies, Earth's profoundest centre quakes, The great Jehovah dies. 2 Dies the glorious cause of all, 3 O my God he dies for me, 4 Weep o'er your desire and hope And reigns enthron'd above; Lives our head to die no more, Pow'r is all to Jesus given, Worship'd as he was before, Th'immortal king of heav'n. H - HYMN 78. Christ's Assension.. AIL the day that sees him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;, Christ a while to mortals giv❜n Re-ascends his native heaven, There the pompous triumph waits; "Lift up your heads, eternal gates! "Wide unfold the radient scene, "Take the King of glory in !" 2 Him though highest heav'n receives, 3 Master (may we ever say) Grant, though parted from our sight; 4 Ever upward let us move, Partners of thine endless reign, Find our heaven of heav'ns in thee. HYMN 79. For a person under temptation. ESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none: 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick and lead the blind; Just and holy is thy name: I am all unrighteousness! Vile and full of sih I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee I found, Let the healing streams abound, Thou of life the fountain art LOW HYMN 80. The year of Jubilee. BThe gladly solemn sound; the trumpet blow Let all the nations know To earth's remotest bound, The year Return ye ransom'd sinners home! 2 The gospel trumpet hear, year 3 Extol the Lamb of God,. Throughout the world proclaim ; I Praise for the hope of Glory. SOJOURN in a vale of tears, My harp doth on the willows hang. |