Puslapio vaizdai

HYMN 286. (C.M.)

God's goodness.

1 MY gracious ever-loving God,

To thee what shall I say?

I humbly thank thee for thy grace,
And all thou'st done for me.

2 Thy heavenly robe of grace exceeds
What earthly princes wear;
These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white thy garments are!

3 The spirit, wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and every grace;
But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.

4 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great sacred Three!
Give all the glory to his name,

Let all thy powers agree.

5 'Tis Christ that wash'd thee in his blood, And purified thy soul!

Now you are pure and spotless too,
And wash'd as white as snow

HYMN 287. (C. M.)

Vision of Christ's Kingdom:

1 GOD doth his glorious kingdom show To every sincere soul;

They who have given up their hearts,
His Spirit makes them whole.

2 Lo what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes;

The earth and sea is past away,
With the old rolling skies.

3 The sea of trouble it is


Of danger and despair,

Th' deceitful heart the lying tongue,
And all that mock and swear.

4 From the third heavens where God resides, That holy happy place;

The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

5 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,-
Glory to God above the skies.
"The everlasting King."

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HYMN 288. (C. M.)

Remembrance of God.

I REMEMBER this, poor mortal slave,

What I shall to thee say,

Thy mortal body is the Lord's,
Give glory to his name.

2 The God of glory doth come down,
To save thy soul and body;

Poor mortal slaves receive the crown,
Which God in Christ had won.

3 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From all your weeping eyes;

Your pains and griefs, and groans and fears, And death itself shall die.

4 How long, dear Saviour, oh how long
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swifter round ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

5 I thank my God, my Advocate,
That undertook my cause;
Made slaves the partners of his throne,
Although they were all lost.

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HYMN 289. (P. M.)


HARK! poor slave, it is the Lord,


It is the Saviour, hear his word;

Jesus speaks and speaks to thee,-
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?"
"I'm not a slave,

2 Thou dost say

"I was born on British ground;"
O remember when thou wast

In chains of sin and mis'ry bound.

3 I, the Lord, did thee deliver,

And when wounded heal'd thy wounds,
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light,

4 Can a man so hardened be,
As not to remember me?
Yes, he may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done ;
Partners of my throne shall be,-
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?"


HYMN 290. (P. M.)

A Desire to know our Characters.

1 LORD, I desire for to know

How to serve my God below?
How to serve thee with my heart?
How to choose the better part?
2 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought-
Do I love the Lord or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
3 If I love, why am I thus ?

Why this dull and lifeless frame ?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse
Who have never heard his name.
4 Could my heart so hard remain ;
Never to cry to God within ;
Every trifle give me pain;
If I knew a Saviour's name?
5 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild,
Fill'd with unbelief and sin ;-
Can I deem myself a child?
6 O my God to thee I cry,
Save my soul from sin and hell!
Send thy Spirit in my heart,
Bid my unbelief depart.


HYMN 291. (P. M.)
Confessing of Sin.

FI pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;


You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?

2 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,-
Find my heart is full of sin;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it thus with you?

3 Could I joy his saints to meet;
Sit with Mary at thy feet;
Find thy promise to me sweet;
Love the Lord, and kiss his feet?
4 Lord, remove my doubts and fears,
That which hide thy people's eyes;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
Show in Christ thy smiling face?
Let me love thee and adore;


Let me love thee evermore;

If I lov'd thee e'er before,

Let me love thee more and more.

6 Let me love thee above all;
Let me ever on thee call;
Wait for ever at thy feet,
Till thy glory is complete.

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HYMN 72. (C. M.)
Giving God the Heart.

GOD, may I for ever be,
Fill'd with joy and with thee;

Thy glory in me now complete,
Let me set at thy feet.

2 Take now my heart and let it be
Clos'd to all things but thee;

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