3 From beneath that thorny crown 4 Blessed Saviour! thine am I, 721. "Rock of Ages."-1 Cor. 10: 4. 1 Rock of Ages! cleft for me, 2 Could my zeal no respite know, 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 764. Blessedness of Trust in Christ. Trust thy wisdom me to guide; 3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul; 1052. "My flesh is meat, indeed." 1 BREAD of heaven! on thee I feed, For thy flesh is meat, indeed; Ever may my soul be fed With this true and living Bread; Day by day with strength supplied Through the life of him who died. 2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; 'Tis thy wounds my healing give; To thy cross I look, and live; Thou, my Life, oh, let me be Rooted, grafted, built on thee! DOXOLOGY. BLESSING, honor, glory, might, BAIRD. L. M. # 321.** The Man of Sorrows.-Isaiah 53. 1 DESPISED is the Man of grief, Rejected, and denied belief By them whose sorrows he hath worn— Beneath the cross each passion lay; 10 THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee; Oh, burst these bonds, and set it free! 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross; Nail my affections to the cross; Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean as thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 While in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way: No foes, no danger will I fear, While thou, Almighty God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise, my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; Repeat the third line of the tune for this hymn. 1 BEFORE thy cross, my dying Lord, And seal my pardon from above! 3 But, Saviour! for thy mercy's sake, Saved by thy love, I stand secure, 1 BEFORE thy throne with tearful eyes, 2 How free thy mercy overflows, When sinners on thy grace rely! Oh, save me-justly doomed to die! 3 Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free! 4 Hence, while I wrestle with my foes,- tell. 238. Sovereignty of God in Conversion. 1 MAY not the sovereign Lord on high And call his Maker's ways unjust, 3 But, O my soul! if truth so bright 241. "Be still, and know that I am God." 1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Tumultuous passions, all be still; Nor let a murmuring thought arise: His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, the cause conceals; 4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait, 1117. "Oh, spare our guilty country, spare." 1 ON thee, O Lord our God, we call, 2 Lord, we repent, we weep, we mourn, 4 These pleas, presented at thy throne, 1122. "Look down, O God, with pitying eye." 1 INDULGENT Sovereign of the skies, And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear? While feeble mortals raise their cries, Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear? 2 How shall thy servants give thee rest, Till Zion's moldering walls thou raise; Till thine own power shall stand confessed, And make Jerusalem a praise? 3 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, And view the desolation round: See what wide realms in darkness lie, And hurl their idols to the ground. 4 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, And call the nations from afar: Let all the isles their Saviour know, And earth's remotest ends draw near. 1 Mr Saviour! my almighty Friend! Where will the growing numbers end, 2 Thou art my everlasting trust; And since I knew thy graces first, 3 My feet shall travel all the length And march, with courage in thy strength, 4 When I am filled with sore distress 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers! I'll entertain the darkest hours, 4 My Father, God! and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear? Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear. 5 For ever let my grateful heart His boundless grace adore, 6 Transporting hope!-still on my soul Till thou thyself art lost in joys 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 2 Lo! such the child, whose early feet Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The rose that blooms beneath the hill, 4 And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 5 O thou, whose infant feet were found Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine, 6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own. 328. “ "This is my Friend."- Cant. 5: 10-16. 1 MAJESTIC Sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. 2 No mortal can with him compare, 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, 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, And keeps us safe from force and guile In every trying hour. 4 And till his ransomed people come, His house above to fill, "T is he who safely guides them home, Beyond the reach of ill. 5 Then let us ever make our boast Of him, and him alone, Who came from heaven to seek the lost, And brings us to his throne. 852. The Power of Man in Prayer. 1 THERE is an eye that never sleeps 2 There is an arm that never tires, 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs; 4 But there's a power which man can wield When mortal aid is vain, That eye, that arm, that love to reach, 5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, Through Jesus, to the throne; And moves the hand which moves the world, To bring salvation down! DOXOLOGY. LET God the Father, and the Son, And Spirit, be adored, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord! |