4 Till 'midst the streams of distant lands The islands sound his praise, 116 And all combined, with one accord, mf 1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; f Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song. mf 2 On him the Spirit, largely shed, Wisdom and might and zeal and love 3 He comes, the prisoners to relieve The gates of brass before him burst, 4 He comes, from darkening scales of vice And on the eye-balls of the blind pour mp 5 He comes, the broken hearts to bind, And with the treasures of his grace m 6 The sacred year has now revolved, mf When heaven's high promise is fulfilled, And Israel is restored. f7 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, v 117 mp 1 FATHER, I know that all my life m And the changes that are sure to come But I ask thee for a present mind, 2 I ask thee for a thoughtful love, 3 I would not have the restless will Seeking for some great thing to do, 4 Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on whom I wait. 5 So I ask thee for the daily strength And a mind to blend with outward life, If thou be glorified. 6 And, if some things I do not ask I would have my spirit filled the more More careful, not to serve thee much, ℗ 7 There are briers besetting every path, m And an earnest need for prayer; mf 8 In a service which thy will appoints 118 For my inmost heart is taught the truth And a life of self-renouncing love P 10 CHRIST, What burdens bowed thy head! Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead, Ρ m A victim led, Thy blood was shed; Now there's no load for me. p 2 Death and the curse were in our cup— O Christ, 'twas full for thee! m mp m But thou hast drained the last dark drop'Tis empty now for me! That bitter cup Love drank it up; Now blessing's draught for me. P 3 The Father lifted up his rod- mp Thou wast sore stricken of thy God— Beneath it flowed; Thy bruising healeth me. ? 4 The tempest's awful voice was heard— O Christ, it broke on thee! mp Thy open bosom was my wardIt braved the storm for me. m Thy form was scarred, P 5 The Holy One did hide his face- с But now that face Of radiant grace Shines forth in light on me. mp 6 For me, Lord Jesus, thou hast died, And I have died in thee! mf Thou 'rt risen; my bands are all untied; And now thou liv'st in me. When purified, Made white, and tried, f Thy glory then for me! 119 mf 1 I GREET thee, my Redeemer sure, I trust in none but thee, mp m Thou who hast borne such toil and shame Our hearts from cares and cravings vain mf 2 Thou art the life by which we live ; Our strength is all from thee; mp Uphold us so in face of death, That we may meet it with strong heart, m 3 The true and perfect gentleness Make us to know thy loveliness; mf 4 Our hope is in none else but thee; m Be pleased, Lord, to strengthen us, |