Deep in the shades of gloomy death, Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Round the sweet beauties of his face. Amongst a thousand harps and songs, Derby. NOW, in a song of grateful praise, My Jesus hath done all things well. And since my soul has known his love, What mercies hath he made me prove! Mercies which do all praise excel; 61 MY Saviour, my almighty friend, Devizes. Where will the growing numbers end, Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore ; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march with courage in thy strength, To see my Father God. When I am filled with sore distress For some surprising sin,` I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, How will my lips rejoice to tell My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 62 Lewes. SAVIOUR dear, while angels bless thee, Suffer me to lisp thy name; Lord of men, as well as angels, Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen. Brightness of the Father's glory, Hal. Did the angels sing thy coming? From the highest throne in glory, Go, return, immortal Saviour, Hal. Leave thy footstool take thy throne; Thence return, and reign for ever, Be the kingdom all thy own. Hal. 104th. 63 O WHAT shall we do our Saviour to praise ; So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace ; So strong to deliver, so good to redeem, The weakest believer that hangs upon him. How happy the man whose heart is set free, The people that can be joyful in thee! Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face, And still they are talking of Jesus's grâce. Their daily delight shall be in thy name : Alone thro' thy right salvation they claim: Thy righteousness wearing, and cleansed by thy blood, Bold shall they appear in the presence of God. For thou art their boast, their glory, their power, And we also trust to see the glad hour; 64 Old Hundredth. O THOU in whom the Gentiles trust, Assist our souls to praise thy name, • Jesus! unchangeable! the same! If angels, while to thee they sing, With every power beneath thy feet! 65 NNNNNNN Helmsley. PRAISE the Lord who died to save us; Praise his name for ever dear; Praise his blessed name who gave us, Object of our love and fear. Grace it was, 'twas grace abounding, Ye are they who owe him most. |