1. GRA-CIOUS Spirit, Love di - vine, Let thy light with - in me
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
3. Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way;
Might I not, with reason, fear
I should prove a cast-away?
Aliens may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not, would not, if he might.
(Stanzas 3-7 omitted.)
IS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2. If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
8. Lord, decide the doubtful case,
Thou who art thy people's Sun:
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
9. Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.
[H. 6. 3. God with us! but tainted not
With the first transgressor's blot;
Yet did He our sins sustain,
Bear the guilt, the curse, the pain.
(Stanza 1 in Music, 6 omitted.)
2. His decree who form'd the earth,
Fix'd my first and second birth:
Parents, native place, and time,
All appointed were by Him.
3. He that form'd me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb;
All my times shall ever be
Order'd by his wise decree.
4. Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;
5. Times the tempter's power to prove;
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.
2. Praise Him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise Him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
3. Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell;
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquish'd king?
4. Let Immanuel be adored,
Ransom, Mediator, Lord!
To creation's utmost bound,
Let the eternal praise resound.
[H. 474. | 4. Thus with sacred songs of joy,
We our happy lives employ;
Love, and long to love thee more,
Till from earth to heaven we soar.
(Stanza 1 in Music, 5, 6 omitted.) 2. Lord, on thee our souls depend; In compassion, now descend; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace; Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3. In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
4. Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
HARK! the herald angels say, Christ the Lord is ris'n to day;
Raise your joys and tri- umphs high, Let the glorious tid-ings fly.
[H. 242. 3. Kings their crowns for harps resign,
(Stanza 1 in Music, 5 omitted.) 2. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won; Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids Him rise,
Christ has open'd paradise.
4. Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save;
Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?
6. Hail! thou dear almighty Lord,
Hail! thou great incarnate Word,
Hail! thou suffering Son of God,
Take the trophies of thy blood.
1. Come, my soul, thy suit pre-pare, Je-sus loves to
He him-self has bid thee pray, There-fore will not
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