2 Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure ;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, mf From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same.

mp 4 A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone,

Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;

d They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

mf 6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,

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Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

m 1 COME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.

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2 His voice commands the tempest forth, And stills the stormy wave;

And, though his arm be strong to smite, 'Tis also strong to save.

P 3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned; The dawn shall bring us light:

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mf God shall appear, and we shall rise With gladness in his sight.

m 4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know Shall know him, and rejoice;

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His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs his voice.

m 5 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round,

As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground,

f 6 So shall his presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;

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That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.

m 1 LORD, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;

To love and serve thee is my share,
And this thy grace must give.

2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before;

He that into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.

4 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me Thy blessed face to see;

[meet mf For, if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be?

m 5 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days,

f And join with the triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise.

m 6 My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim ;

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But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.

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mp 1 LORD, I have sinned; but O forgive,
Nor cast me quite away;
Restore my soul, and bid me live,
And be my future stay.

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2 O let me from my fall arise

More watchful and more strong;
Light up my dim and tearful eyes,
And fill my mouth with song.

m 3 On Christ's prevailing sacrifice
I all my hopes recline.

A broken spirit thou dost prize,
And such, O Lord, be mine!

4 Give me a meek, dependent heart,
For all my days to come;
Nor let thy Spirit e'er depart,
Till I am safe at home.

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mf 1 THE Head that once was crowned with Is crowned with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

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2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is his, is his by right,

f The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal Light;

mf 3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below

To whom he manifests his love,
And grants his name to know.

m 4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;

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Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.

m 5 They suffer with their Lord below;
They reign with him above;

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Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of his love.

mf 6 The cross he bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to him,
His people's hope, his people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

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ƒ10 FOR a thousand tongues, to sing My dear Redeemer's praise,

The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

m 2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

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To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honours of thy name.

f3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
"Tis music in the sinner's ears,
"Tis life and health and peace.

mf 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.

5 He speaks, and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

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ƒ6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ;

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Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

m 1 BEHOLD, the mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise

On mountain tops above the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.