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WOODSTOCK. RICHARDS. MELODY. 61
We love to hear of thee; Low at the footstool of thy love,
No music like thy charming name,
So sweet or dear can be.
Allays each doubting fear;
And dries the falling tear.
And this our thrilling joy;
Shall be our sweet employ.
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.
Of heaven's almighty King :
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of glory sing.
Our filial duty pay ;
Conducts to endless day. Thy kindling love alone can raise While in the house of prayer we kneel, In us the heavenly flame,
With trust and holy fear, Alone inspire the vital praise,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.
Eternal Source of joys divine, A heaven on earth appear.
To thee my soul aspires :
O could I say, The Lord is mine!
'Tis all my soul desires.
Unmingled and refined,
And lasting as the mind.
Thy smile can gild the shade of woe, For thou art good and wise,
Bid stormy troubles cease, Bid every anxious thought be still, And spread the dawn of heaven below, Nor one fuint murmur rise.
And sweeten pain to peace. Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, My Hope, my Trust, my Life, my Lord, Ånd bid me wait serene,
Assure me of thy love; Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, O speak the kind, transporting word, And brighten all the scene.
And bid my fears remove.
And triumph in my God,
To sound thy praise abroad.
3. O praise the Lord with ev'ry breath, For hope's
lights thro' darkest shades of death, To realms of endless day, To
Which lights thro' darkest
sbades of death, which lights thro darkest shades of death,
63 HYMN 174.
To our believing eyes !
And earth, and sea, and skies ! Hark! how the feathered warblers sing! From heaven above, where God resides, 'Tis nature's cheerful voice;
That holy, happy place, Soft music hails the lovely spring,
The New Jerusalem comes down, And woods and fields rejoice.
Adorned with shining grace. O God of nature and of grace,
The light of mercy long obscured, Thy heavenly gifts impart;
Now dawns on earth again, Then shall my meditation trace
For God himself in grace declares Spring, blooming in my heart.
His dwelling is with men! Inspired to praise, I then shall join His own soft hand shall wipe the tears Glad nature's cheerful song ;
From every weeping eye; And love, and gratitude divine
And pains, and groans, & griefs & fears, Attune my joyful tongue.
And death, itself, shall die !
How long, dear Saviour, O how long, HYMN 175.
Shall this bright hour delay ?
And bring the welcome day.
A world by sin destroyed ! In every blooming prospect rise, Creating Spirit, as of old, Exposed to no decay.
Move on the formless void! Lord, send a ray of light divine
Give thou the word ! the healing sound To guide our upward ain!
Shall quell the deadly strife,
Bring forth the tree of life.
When nature rose to view,
When thou shalt all renew!
And if the sons of God rejoice
To hear a Saviour's name,
To whom that Saviour came ! In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Lo, every kindred, every tribe, Beside the living stream.
Assembling round the throne,
To sovereign love alone.
His glorious deeds proclaim;
And laud his mighty name. The mercies of the living God,
His love is great, his mercy sure, Attend me all my days;
And faithful is his word; O may thy house be my abode,
His truth forever shall endure; And all my work be praise.
Forever praise the Lord !
In triumph to rejoice;
Lift up the grateful voice. Praise ye the Lord! for truth and grace Peace on the earth, good will to men, His word and life display ;
Embraced the gospel plan; Let every soul his love embrace, Let that high strain be heard again, And own its kindling sway.
Which angel tones began. Joy to the earth! let every tongue
Glory to God! his praise transcends His gracious name extol;
The noblest flight of thought; To him our hymns of praise belong, Yet faith to love her pinion lends, For he is Lord of all.
And finds the blessing sought.
Messiah reigns above ;
The star of light and love.
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small, Hajl him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all. Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all. Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all. And when with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet shall fall; We'll join the everlasting song,
And erown him Lord of all,
Each token of his gracious care
The heart of man should move, In grateful praises to declare
His mercy and his love.
The record of his will,
His counsel to fulfil.
of mercy's heavenly Dove, And in his fear forever dwell,
And know that God is Love.
With ransomed hosts above;
To sing that God is Love.
Within us and abroad,
The spirit of our God.
From darkness to release;
And crown him Prince of Peace. Praise him whose reign of truth and grace
Shall evermore increase, Until each soul of all our race,
Shall own him Prince of Peace.
All sin and woe shall cease ;
Shall own him Prince of Peace.