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4 Our Hope and Expectation,

O Jesus! now appear;
Arise, thou Sun, so longed for,

O'er this benighted sphere!
With hearts and hands uplifted,

We plead, O Lord, to see
The day of earth’s redemption,

That brings us unto thee!

A-men.

235

SIN-SALVATION.
I. Watts.

PARAH. S. M.

L. Mason.

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OW heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light

(ver our souls arise!

2 Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of heaven; But in his righteousness arrayed,

We see our sins forgiven.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways; His hands infected nature cure

With sanctifying grace. 4 The powers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,

And breaks the curséd chain.

5 Lord, we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,

And thine atoning blood.

A-men,

236 A

A GRATEFUL LAY.
R. Robinson.

SICILIAN HYMN. 8–7.

Sicilian.

I SAVIOUR, source of every, blessing,

Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure,

Sung by raptured saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,

While I sing redeeming love.
3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,

Didst redeem me with thy blood.
4 By thy hand restored, defended,

Safe through life, thus far, I'm come;
And, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

ST. PETER. C. M.

A. R. Reinagle.

A-men.

237

ONE ALTOGETHER LOVELY.
S. Stennet.

I

MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
His head with radiant glories crowned,

His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare

Among the sons of men:
Fairer is he than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,

He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,

And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life, and breath,

And all the joys I have:
He makes me triumph over death,

And saves me from the grave.

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RT thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore dis

trest? Come to me," saith One, “and coming, be at rest!” 2 Hath he marks to lead me to him, if he be my Guide ?

“In his feet and hands are wound-prints, and his side.” 3 If I find him, if I follow, what his guerdon here ?

Many a sorrow, many a labor, many a tear.” 4 If I still hold closely to him, what hath he at last ?

“Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan passed.” 5 If I ask him to receive me, will he say me nay,

? “Not till earth, and not till heaven pass away.

A-men.

239

ISAIAH xii.
W. Cowper.

LUBECK. 75.

German.

I
WILL praise thee every day,

Now thine anger's turned away!
Comfort now and hope arise

From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 Jesus is become at length,

My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,

While I live, my pleasant song.
3 Praise ye, then, his glorious name,

Publish his exalted fame!
Still his worth your praise exceeds,
· Excellent are all his deeds.
4 Raise again the joyful sound,

Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.

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A-men.

240

REDEEMING Love.
Anne Steele.

SWANWICK. C. M.

Lucas.

I

ΤΟ

our Redeemer's glorious name

Awake the sacred song;
O may his love-immortal Hame-
1: Tune every heart and tongue. :/

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach !

What 'mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
1: In wonder dies away. :!

3 For us he left his throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came on earth to bleed and die-

11: Was ever love like this ? :/
4 O may the sweet, the blissful theme

Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
1: And join the sacred song. :|

A-men.

241

VENI, CREATOR SPIRITUS.
Tr. E. Caswall.

MENDON. L. M.

German,

I

"OME, O Creator-Spirit blest,

And in our souls take up thy rest ;
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.

2 Great Comforter, to thee we cry;

O highest gift of God most high!
O fount of life! O fire of love!
And sweet anointing from above!

3 Kindle our senses from above,

And make our hearts o'erflow with love;
With patience firm, and virtue high,

The weakness of our flesh supply.
4 Far from us drive the foe we dread,

And grant us thy true peace instead;
So shall we not, with thee for guide,

Turn from the path of life aside.

A-men.

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