3 Thou gavest me to speak thy word,
In the appointed hour:
I have proclaim'd my dying Lord,
And felt thy Spirit's power.
4 Superior to my foes I stood,
Above their smile or frown:
On all the strangers to thy blood
With pitying love look down.
5 O let me have thy presence still,
Set as a flint my face,
To show the counsel of thy will,
Which saves a world by grace!
60 never let me blush to own
The glorious gospel word;
Which saves a world through faith alone, Faith in a dying Lord!
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THE good fight have fought,"
O when shall I declare !
The victory by my Saviour got
I long with Paul to share.
2 O may I triumph so,
When all my warfare 's past;
And dying, find my latest foe
Under my feet at last!
3 This blessed word be mine,
Just as the port is gain'd:
"Kept by the power of grace divine,
I have the faith maintain'd."
4 Th' apostles of my Lord,
To whom it first was given,
They could not speak a greater word,
Nor all the saints in heaven.
LET Zion's watchmen all awake,
And take th' alarm they give;
Now let them from the mouth of God
Their awful charge receive.
2 'Tis not a cause of small import,
The pastor's care demands;
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And fill'd a Saviour's hands.
3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord Did heavenly bliss forego!
For souls, which must for ever live
In raptures, or in wo:
4 And to the great tribunal haste,
Th' account to render there;
And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults, Lord, where should we appear!
5 May they that Jesus whom they preach, Their own Redeemer see;
And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.
TEEL me to shame, reproach, disgrace,
STEEL me to
Set like a flint my steady face,
Harden to adamant my brow.
2 Bold may I wax, exceeding bold, My high commission to perform, Nor shrink thy harshest truths t' unfold; But more than meet the gathering storm. 3 Adverse to earth's rebellious throng, Still may I turn my fearless face; Stand as an iron pillar strong,
And steadfast as a wall of brass.
4 Give me thy might, thou God of power:
Then let or men or fiends assail,
Strong in thy strength I'll stand, a tower
Impregnable to earth or hell.
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IVE me the faith which can remove
And sink the mountain to a plain;
Give me the childlike, praying love,
Which longs to build thy house again :
Thy love let it my heart o'erpower,
And all my simple soul devour.
2 I want an even, strong desire,
I want a calmly-fervent zeal,
To save poor souls out of the fire,
To snatch them from the verge of hell,
And turn them to a pard'ning God,
And quench the brands in Jesus' blood.
3 I would the precious time redeem,
And longer live for this alone,
To spend, and to be spent, for them
Who have not yet my Saviour known;
Fully on these my mission prove,
And only breathe, to breathe thy love.
4 My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
Into thy blessed hands receive;
And let me live to preach thy word;
And let me to thy glory live;
My every sacred moment spend
In publishing the sinner's Friend.
5 Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart
With boundless charity divine!
So shall I all my strength exert,
And love them with a zeal like thine,
And lead them to thy open side,
The sheep for whom their Shepherd died.
ON THE SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL.
474 Willowby-p. 191.] 4th P. M. 886,886. JESUS, thou soul of all our joys,
For whom we now lift up our voice,
And all our strength exert,
Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim,
Compose into a thankful frame,
And tune thy people's heart.
2 While in the heavenly work we join,
Thy glory be our whole design,
THY glory, not our own:-
Still let us keep our end in view,
And still the pleasing task pursue,
To please our God alone.
3 The secret pride, the subtle sin,
O let it never more steal in,
T'offend thy glorious eyes!
To desecrate our hallow'd strain,
And make our solemn service vain,
And mar our sacrifice.
4 To magnify thy awful name,
To spread the honours of the Lamb,
Let us our voices raise;
Our souls' and bodies' powers unite,
Regardless of our own delight,
And dead to human praise.
5 Still let us on our guard be found,
And watch against the power of sound
With sacred jealousy :
Lest, haply, sense should damp our zeal,
And music's charms bewitch and steal
Our heart away from thee.
6 That hurrying strife far off remove,
That noisy burst of selfish love,
Which swells the formal
The joy from out our hearts arise,
And speak and sparkle in our eyes,
And vibrate on our tongue.
7 Thee let us praise, our common Lord,
And sweetly join with one accord
Thy goodness to proclaim;
Jesus, thyself in us reveal,
And all our faculties shall feel
Thy harmonizing name.
8 With calmly-reverential joy,
O let us all our lives employ
In setting forth thy love!
And raise in death our triumph higher,
And sing, with all the heavenly choir,
That endless song above.
NCE more we come before our God;
Once more his blessings ask:
O may not duty seem a load,
Nor worship prove a task!
2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send
From heaven, in Jesus' name,
To make our waiting minds attend,
And put our souls in frame.
3 May we receive the word we hear,
Each in an honest heart;
And keep the precious treasure there,
And never with it part.
4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose,
To each thy blessings suit,
And let the seed thy servant sows
Produce abundant fruit.
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