HYMN 95. C. M.
An evening song.
OW from the altar of our hearts Let flames of love arise:
Assist us, Lord, to offer up Our ev'ning sacrifice. 2 Minutes and mercies multiplied, Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More swift and free than they.
3 New time, new favour, and new joys, Do a new song require :
Till we shall praise thee, as we would, Accept our hearts' desire.
4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set New time upon our score; Thee may we praise for all our time, When time shall be no more.
HYMN 96. C. M.
For Morning and Evening.
OSANNA, with a cheerful sound, To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing pow'r,
That rais'd us with a word,
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev'ning rests our weary head, And angels guard the room; We wake, and we admire the bed, That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door To take our lives away.
5 Our breath is forfeited by sin, To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King! In ev'ry gasp we draw.
6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings; Our feeble flesh lies safe at night, Beneath his shady wings.
Lord's day morning. WELCOME sweet day of rest That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place, Where my great God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this; And sing, and bear herself away To everlasting bliss.
HYMN 98. C. M.
Lord's day evening.
REQUENT the day of God returns To shed its quick'ning beams; And yet how slow devotion burns! How languid are its flames!
2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord, forgive: We would be like thy saints above, And praise thee while we live.
3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, The sabbath ne'er shall end;
4 There we shall breathe in heav'nly air, With heav'nly lustre shine; Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine.
HYMN 99. S. M.
The gospel Ministry.
1 HOW beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, "He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound; Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'nly light! Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Thro' all the earth abroad; Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviour and their God,
HYMN 100. P. M.
At the forming of a Church.
GREAT Father of mankind,
We bless that wondrous grace, Which could for Gentiles find Within thy courts a place; How kind the care our God displays, For us to raise a house of prayer! 2 Tho' once estranged far,
We now approach the throne; For Jesus brings us near,
And makes our cause his own: Strangers no more, to thee we come, And find our home, and rest secure.
3 To thee our souls we join, And love thy sacred name; No more our own, but thine, We triumph in thy claim: Our Father King, thy cov'nant grace Our souls embrace, thy titles sing.
4 Here in thy house we feast
On dainties all divine:
And while such sweets we taste, With joy our faces shine : Incense shall rise from flames of love, And God approve the sacrifice.
5 May all the nations throng To worship in thy house; And thou attend the song, And smile upon their vows:
Indulgent still, till earth conspire To join the choir on Zion's hill.
HYMN 101. P. M.
On opening a place of worship. N sweet exalted strains The King of glory praise; O'er heav'n and earth he reigns, Thro' everlasting days:
He, with a nod, the world controls, Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
2 To earth he bends his throne, His throne of grace divine; Wide is his bounty known, And wide his glories shine Fair Salem, still his chosen rest, Is with his smiles and presence 3 Then, King of glory, come, And with thy favour crown This Temple as thy dome, This people as thine own: Beneath this roof, O! deign to show, How God can dwell with men below. 4 Here may thine ears attend Our interceding cries; And grateful praise ascend All fragrant to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound, And spread the joys of heav'n around. 5 Here, may th' attentive throng Imbibe thy truth and love; And converts join the song
Of Seraphim above:
And willing crowds surround thy board With sacred joy, and sweet accord.
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