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cresThe Judge of all men doth appear, 183
C.M. f On clouds of glory seated ! p Low at His cross I view the day mf The Lord will come and not be slow When heaven and earth shall pass His footsteps cannot err; away,
Before Him righteousness shall go, cres And thus prepare to meet Him. His royal harbinger. v. 1 Anon. bnsed on B. Ringwalıt; | mf Mercy and truth that long were vv. 2, 3 W. B. Collyer, v. 2 altd.
missed, T. Cotterill, v. 3 altd. Anon.
Now joyfully are met;
dimSweet peace and righteousness 182
And hand in hand are set. f ALL faded is the glowing light That once from heaven shone,
mf Truth from the earth, like to a When startled shepherds in the
Shall bud and blossom then ; The angels came upon.
And Justice, from her heavenly
bower, mf 0, shine again, ye angel host,
Look down on mortal men. And say that He is near ; Though but a simple few at most / mp Rise, Lord, judge Thou the earth Believe He will appear.
This longing earth redress; mp Ye heavens, that have been growing cresFor Thou art He Who shall by dark,
right Now also are ye dumb ; ["Hark, The nations all possess. When shall the listeners say, They're singing -He will come" i mf The nations all whom Thou hast
made mf Lord, come again, O, come again, Shall come, and all shall frame
Come even as Thou wilt; dimTo bow them low before Thee, Lord, But not anew to suffer pain,
And glorify Thy Name.
f For great Thou art, and wonders mf 0, come again, Thou mighty King,
great Let earth Thy glory see ;
By Thy strong hand are done; And et us hear the angels sing, Thou, in Thine everlasting seat, “He comes with victory.”
Remainest God alone. 1. T. Lynch. Cento from J. Milton, t. 4, 1. 2 altd.
19.-HIS NAMES, MEDIATORIAL TITLES, AND OFFICES. 184
That ever mortal knew,
That angels ever bore : mf Join all the glorious names All are too mean to speak His worth,
Of wisdom, love, and power, Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
But oh! what gentle terms, 185
mf ONE Lord there is, all lords above; To teach His heavenly grace !
His name is Truth, His name is cres Mine eyes with joy and wonder see Love,
What forms of love He bears for me. His name is Beauty, it is Light, mf Great Prophet of my God,
His will is Everlasting Right.
This Lord is a consuming flame Of our salvation came,
To every wrong beneath the sun : cresThe joyful news of sins forgiven, He is one Lord, the Holy One. Of hell subdued, and peace with f Lord of the Everlasting Name, heaven.
Truth, Beauty, Light, Consuming I Be Thou my Counsellor,
p If I be ruled in other wise, P O let my feet ne'er run astray,
My lot is cast with all that dies ; Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way. With things that harm, and things imf I love my Shepherd's voice,
[gateHis watchful eye spall keep And roam by night and miss the My wandering soul among
mf The happy gate, which leads to The thousands of His sheep :
where resHe feeds His flock, He walls their
Love is like sunshine in the air, names,
cresAnd Love and Law are both the His bosom bears the tender lambs.,
same, mi Jesus, my great High Priest, f Named with an Everlasting Name. P Offered His blood, and died ;
W, B. Rands.
126.96.36.199. | His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. mf Rest of the weary, Joy of the sad ;
p Hope of the dreary, f Light of the mf My dear almighty Lord,
[to the end ; My Conqu’ror and my King, Home of the stranger, Strength Thy sceptre and Thy sword, cresRefuge from danger, Saviour and Thy reigning grace I sing :
Friend. dimThine is the power; behold, I sit In willing bonds beneath Thy feet. mp Pillow where lying, love rests its
[dead ; I. Watts. p Peace of the dying, f Life of the
cresPath of the lowly, Prize at the end : mp Weak is the effort of my heart, Breath of the holy, Saviour and ! And cold my warmest thought ; Friend.
cresBut when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought : mp When my feet stumble, to Thee
mf Till then, I would Thy love proCrown of the humble, f Cross of
claim the high;
With every fleeting breath ; cresWhen my steps wander, over me And may the music of Thy name bend,
dim Refresh my soul in death. Truer and fonder, Saviour and
J. Newton, v. 4, 1. 1 altd.
L.M. mf Ever confessing Thee, I will raise cres Unto Thee blessing, glory, and mf O CHRIST, our true and only Light. praise ;
[end, Illumine those who sit in night, All my endeavour, world without cresLet those afar now hear Thy voice, I Thine to be ever, Saviour and And in Thy fold with us rejoice. Friend.
p And all who else have strayed J. S. B. Monsell.
from Thee, 187
Oh gently seek! Thy healing be
Toevery wounded conscience given. mf How sweet the name of Jesus cresAnd let them also share Thy sounds
heaven. In a believer's ear! (wounds, p It soothes his sorrows, heals his p Oh make the deaf to hear_Thy
[dear Lord, And drives away his fear.
cresAnd teach the dumb to speak, p It makes the wounded spirit whole, Who dare not yet the faith avow,
And calms the troubled breast : p Though secretly they hold it now. 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
mp Shine on the darkened and the cold, And to the weary, rest.
Recall the wanderers from Thy mf Dear name! the rock on which I fold, build ;
cres Unite those now who walk apart, My shield and hiding-place,
Confirm the weak and doubting ; My never-failing treasury, filled
heart. With boundless stores of grace. f So they with us may evermore f Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian,
Such grace with wondering thanks Friend;
adore, My Prophet, Priest, and King ;
ff' And endless praise to Thee be given My Lord, my Life, my Way, my
By all Thy Church in earth and End,
heaven. Accept the praise I bring. J. Heermann, tr. Catherine Winkworth.
188.8.131.52. mf 0 JESUS, ever present.
O Shepherd, ever kind,
To ear, and heart, and mind. mf It woke our wondering childhood
To muse on things above;
With cords of mighty love.
Our feet had gone astray,
The Guardian of our way. p How oft in darkness fallen,
And wounded sore by sin,
And healing balm poured in. mf Thy Voice, in life so mighty,
In death shall make us bold :
To Thine eternal fold.
And trust in Thee for all,
L. Tuttiett. 190
Son of God most High,
Hear Thy children's cry. mf Pardon our offences,
Loose our captive chains,
Which our soul detains. f Give us holy freedom,
Fill our hearts with love,
Draw us, holy Jesu,
To the realms above. mf Lead us on our journey,
Be Thyself the Way
To Heaven's endless day.
Son of God most High,
G. R. Prynne. 191
For ever flowing free,
A never-ebbing sea ! mf Our outward lips confess the Name
All other names above;
And comprehendeth love.] mf We may not climb the heavenly
steeps To bring the Lord Christ down : In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown. mp But warm, sweet, tender even yet
A present help is He;
· And love its Galilee. mp The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain ; [press, We touch Him in life's throng and
And we are whole again. mp Through Him the first fond prayers
Our lips of childhood frame, dimThe last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His Name.
mf O Lord and Master of us all !
Whate'er our name or sign,
C.M. mf O LORD and Master of us all!
Whate'er our name or sign,
We test our lives by Thine. mf Thou judgest us : Thy purity
Doth all our lusts condemn;
Is hot with wrath to them. mp Our thoughts lie open to Thy sight;
And, naked to Thy glance,
Of Thy pure countenance. mp Yet, weak and blinded though we
Thou dost our service own; cresWe bring our varying gifts to Thee,
And Thou rejectest none. mf To Thee our full humanity,
Its joys and pains belong ;
Inflicts a deeper wrong. inf Deep striko Thy roots, 0 heavenly
C.M. ? WE faintly hear, we
mly see, In differing phrase we pray ; cresBut, dim or clear, we own in Thee of The Light, the Truth, the Way ! p Apart from Thee all gain is loss,
All labour vainly done;
Is better than the sun.
mf Alone, O Love ineffable!
Thy saving Name is given; p To turn aside from Thee is hell, f To walk with Thee is heaven! mf Our Friend, our Brother, and our
nor form, nor ritual word,
But simply following Thee. mp Thy litanies, sweet offices
Of love and gratitude ; cresThy sacramental liturgies
The joy of doing good. f The heart must ring Thy Christmas
J. G. Whittier. 192
184.108.40.206., double. mf Light of those whose dreary
Dissipate the clouds beneath.
heaven and earth's
Pouring eyesight on our eyes. mp Still we wait for Thine appearing :
Life and joy Thy beams impart,
Every poor, benighted heart.
God hath for our ransomed race; cresCome, Thou universal Saviour,
Come and bring the gospel grace