1 SHALL I, for fear of feeble man,
The solemn truths of God restrain?
Or, undismay'd, in deed and word
Be a true witness of my Lord?
2 Aw'd by a mortal's frown, shall I
Conceal the Word of God most high?
How then before thee shall I dare
To stand, or how thine anger bear?
3 Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng,
Soften thy truths, and smooth my tongue-
To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee
The cross, endur'd, my Lord, by thee?
4 What, then, is he whose scorn I dread?
Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?—
A man!-an heir of death!-a slave
To sin! —a bubble on the wave!
5 Yea, let men rage, since thou wilt spread Thy shelt'ring wings around my head!— Since in all pain thy tender love
Will still my sure refreshment prove! 6 Yes, let the abjects loathe my name! No cross I shun, I fear no shame : All hail reproach, and welcome pain! Give me Thyself-and loss is gain!
7 My life, my blood, I here present, If for thy truth they may be spent; Fulfil thy sov'reign counsel, Lord! Thy will be done, thy Name ador'd! 8 Give me thy strength, O God of power, Then let winds blow, or thunders roar, Thy faithful witness I would be,'Tis fix'd; I can do all through thee!
1 WITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 I'll sing thy great salvation, Lord,-
Immanuel! Christ! th' Eternal Word!
Not all thy works, and names below,
So much thy love, and glory show.
3 To God I cried when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdu'd my foes;
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffus'd through all my soul.
4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld, and guarded by thy hand;
Thy presence does my soul revive,.
And keep my fainting hopes alive.
5 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows and from sins;
The work that Wisdom undertakes,
Eternal Mercy ne'er forsakes!
1 O GOD! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!
2 Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure!
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same!
4 A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an ev❜ning gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
6 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while time shall last,
And our eternal home!
1 BEHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb, With wonder, gratitude, and love!
To take away our guilt and shame,
See him descending from above!
2 Our sins and griefs on him were laid;
He meekly bore the mighty load;
Our ransom-price he fully paid
In groans and tears, in sweat and blood!
3 To save a guilty race, he dies;
Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb!
To him lift up your longing eyes,
And ask for mercy in his name.
4 Pardon, and peace, thro' him abound;
He does the richest blessings give;
Salvation in his word is found,-.
If Jesus speak the dead revive!
5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee-
Where else can helpless sinners go?
Thy boundless love shall set me free
From all my wretchedness and wo!
1 THOU God of pow'r and God of love, Whose glory fills the realms above, Whose praise the angels sing!— And veil their faces while they cry, Thrice Holy!" to their God Most High, "Thrice Holy!" to their King.
2 Thee, as our God, we too would claim, And bless our dear Immanuel's Name,
In whom this grace is given!-
Who bare the curse to sinners due,
And snatch'd from hell his chosen few,
To make them heirs of heaven!
3 The veil that hides thy glory, rend,
And here in saving pow'r descend,
And fix thy blest abode !-
Here, to thine own, thyself unfold,
And let us, on thy cross, behold
The glories of our God!
1 WHEN God reveal'd his gracious Name,
And chang'd my mournful state,
My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great!
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace!
3 Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd,
And own'd the pow'r divine;
Great is the work, my heart reply'd,
And be the glory thine!
4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight!
5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;
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