A thousand years are in Thy sight Or yesterday departed. 3 Fair laugh the flowers, whose beauty new Our deeds and thoughts of evil. 4 To God the Father let us sing, &c. PART II. 5 Soon, as a breath, the times are past Of those who seem the strongest: And if to seventy years they last, Or fourscore, at the longest, Who rightly dreads Thine anger? 6 O teach us so to count our days That we may prize them duly; That we may love Thee truly: 7 For long have been our days of pain, And to our sons Thy gladness 10 Psalm cxxi. I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, &c. 1 I LIFT mine eyes unto the hills: Whence comes my promised aid?- 3 The Lord Himself defends thy way, He shades thee from the sun by day, 4 The Lord will guard thee from all ill; 5 Give glory to the Three in One, &c. 11 As in Adam all die, so in Christ shall all 1 WHEN the harping Seraphim 6 Life has sorrow, death has fear; 12 She took of the fruit thereof, and did eat. 1 SHE saw, she took, she ate; Death entered by the eye: And, dallying with the tempter's bait, We lust, consent, and die. 2 But all mankind, restored, Their Eden may retrieve; And, lo, by faith we see our Lord, 3 Jesus, Thou art a tree That makes the foolish wise; 4 Wisdom divine Thou art, Received through faith alone; And when Thou dost Thyself impart, We know as we are known. 5 We with the angel host, &c. 13 The power of His Christ. Rev. xii. 1 THE world in condemnation lay, And death, from Adam reigning, But Christ's triumphant mission 2 Then round His manger let us throng, A dropping tear. We have no time to sport the hours away; We must be working while 'tis called today. 2 Our being is no shadow of thin air, No fable of the things that never were 'Tis full of meaning as of mystery, 3 Our sorrows are no phantoms of the night, No idle tale; No cloud that floats along a sky of light They are the true realities of earth, birth. 4 O life below-how brief and poor, and sad, One heavy sigh! O life above-how long, how fair, and glad, O to have done with daily dying here! 15 scene. Until the day break and the shadows flee away. Cant. ii. 1 THE sick soul lieth weary On the world's heaving breast, Out of the narrow room: When wilt Thou pierce the gloom? 3 Set for the hearts that love Thee Out of our helpless night; 16 Lord, to whom should we go? John vi. O grant us power to pray; Lord, meet us by the way. 2 Weighed down with guilt, convinced of sin, In weakness, want, and woe, Without us wars, and fears within, O whither shall we go? We come, O God of grace, to Thee 3 Give deep humility; the sense Of godly sorrow give, A strong, desiring confidence To hear Thy voice, and live: To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, On Christ, and Christ alone: 4 Give patience still to watch and bear, Lord of all power and might, 17 Thanksgiving to God. 2 Cor. ix. 1 FATHER of mercies, let our ways 2 Thanks for creation are Thy due, 3 Thanks for redemption, above all, Thanks for the means of grace on earth, And for the hope of heaven. 40 let a sense of these Thy gifts Our best affections move, That, while our lips Thy praise proclaim, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, &c. 18 The defence of the Most High. Ps. xci. 1 CALL Jehovah thy salvation; Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; Thou shalt dread no hidden snare; 2 From the sword at noonday wasting, In the depth of midnight blasting, 3 If with pure and firm affection On God's laws be set thy love, He will shield thee from above: 19 The world passeth away. 1 John ii. 1 AWAKE, again the Gospel-trump is blown; From year to year it swells with louder tone; From year to year the signs of wrath Are gathering round the Judge's path: Strange words fulfilled, and mighty works achieved, And truth in all the world both hated and believed. 2 Behold, the world is thronging round to gaze On the dread vision of the latter days, Constrained to own Thee, but in heart Prepared to take Barabbas' part; 'Hosanna' now, to-morrow' Crucify,' The changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry. 3 The bad and good their several warnings give Of His approach, whom none may see and live: Faith's ear, with awful still delight, Counts them like minute-bells at night, Keeping the heart awake till dawn of morni, While to the funeral pile this aged world is borne. 4 But what are heaven's alarms to hearts 21 The Spirit and the Bride say, Come. 1 THE Church has waited long Sun after sun has set, And still, in weeds of widowhood, 2 We long to hear Thy voice, To see Thee face to face, To share Thy crown and glory then, As now we share Thy grace. Should not the loving Bride The absent Bridegroom mourn? Should she not wear the weeds of grief Until her Lord return? 3 The whole creation groans, And waits to hear Thy voice, The curse, the sin, the stain: Come, for Thy foes are strong; With taunting lips they say, 'Where is the promised Advent now, And where the dreaded day?' 2 Come, Lord; the good are few, They lift the voice in vain : Faith waxes fainter in the world, And love is on the wane. Come, for the corn is ripe ; Put now Thy sickle in: Reap the great harvest of the years, 3 Come, Lord; ordain at length Build up the ruined earth. The reign of holiness and truth, 1 THOU plenteous Source of light and love, In armour clad of heavenly proof But bravely through opposing hosts 2 If long and doubtful seem the strife, Such are the ills of mortal life, And such our Saviour bore: He dwelt in weakness here, And His has been the struggling sigh, 3 When time has run its destined course, And all our years are fled, He comes, ,with monarch's pomp and power, To wake and judge the dead: To lift our heads, and joyful hail Walk in the light, and sin abhorred Shall ne'er defile again; The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord Shall cleanse from every stain. 2 Walk in the light, and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly His Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, With whom no darkness is. Walk in the light, and thou shalt own Thy mists have passed away, Because in thee that light hath shone Which grows to perfect day. 3 Walk in the light, and e'en the tomb For Christ hath conquered there. 25 I come to thee in the name of the Lord of 1 A TOWER of strength our God doth stand, A buckler to defend us; In all the woes of life His hand True help is nigh to lend us. 2 With force of arms we nothing can, Whom God Himself hath bidden. Our Champion; none may brave Him. 3 Should hell's battalions round us press All banded to devour us, Yet this should work us good success, It matters not, his doom is told, A single breath can foil him. 4 Our foes must let the Word stand sure; 26 Behold, I come quickly. Rev. xxii. 1 SAVIOUR of the nations, come; True allegiance to Thy sway. 3 Come, Lord Jesu, take Thy rest 4 Welcome to this vale of tears, 5 God in man, incarnate God, PART II. 6 Zion, at thy shining gates, 7 Christ, for Thee their triple light 9 Give us grace Thy yoke to wear, Give us strength Thy cross to bear; That the Spirit may bear fruit; |