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4 Our Hope and Expectation,
O Jesus! now appear;
O'er this benighted sphere!
We plead, O Lord, to see
That brings us unto thee!
PARAH. S. M.
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;
And breaks the curséd chain.
5 Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
And thine atoning blood.
A GRATEFUL LAY.
SICILIAN HYMN. 8–7.
I SAVIOUR, source of every, blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
Sung by raptured saints above;
While I sing redeeming love.
Wandering from the fold of God;
Didst redeem me with thy blood.
Safe through life, thus far, I'm come;
ST. PETER. C. M.
A. R. Reinagle.
ONE ALTOGETHER LOVELY.
MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
His lips with grace o'erflow.
Among the sons of men:
That fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
And carried all my grief.
And all the joys I have:
And saves me from the grave.
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.
Now thine anger's turned away!
From the bleeding sacrifice.
My salvation and my strength;
While I live, my pleasant song.
Publish his exalted fame!
Let the nations roll it round!
SWANWICK. C. M.
our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song;
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach !
What 'mortal tongue display!
3 For us he left his throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
11: Was ever love like this ? :/
Fill every heart and tongue,
VENI, CREATOR SPIRITUS.
MENDON. L. M.
"OME, O Creator-Spirit blest,
And in our souls take up thy rest ;
2 Great Comforter, to thee we cry;
O highest gift of God most high!
3 Kindle our senses from above,
And make our hearts o'erflow with love;
The weakness of our flesh supply.
And grant us thy true peace instead;
Turn from the path of life aside.