4 'Tis joy enough our All in Al,
Low at thy feet to lie ;
Thou wilt not let us lower fall,
And higher none can fly.
1 OUR Father sits on yonder throne, Amidst the hosts above:
He reigns throughout the world alone,
He reigns the God of love.
2 He knew us when we knew him not;
Was with us, though unseen;
His favours came to us unsought,
His love has wondrous been.
3 He keeps us now, securely keeps,
Whatever foe assails;
With vigilance that never sleeps,
With power that never fails.
4 He gives us hope, that we shall be
Ere long with him above;
That we shall there his glory see,
And celebrate his love.
5 Then let us while we dwell below
Obey our Father's voice;
To all his will with meekness bow,
And in his name rejoice;
"Thou God seest me." Gen. xvi. 13.
1 ALMIGHTY God thy piercing eye
Strikes thro' the shades of night
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor idle word we say,
But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ
Against the judgment day.
3 And must the crimes that we have done,
Be read and published there?
Be all exposed before the sun
While men and angels hear?
4 Lord at thy feet ashamed we lie,
Upward we dare not look;
Pardon our sins before we die
And blot them from thy book.
Remember all the dying pains
'That our Redeemer felt;
And let his blood wash out our stains
And answer for our guilt.
6 Oh! may we now for ever fear
To indulge a sinful thought!
Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down every fault.
1 HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide;
Their help, omnipotence.
2 From all their griefs and dangers, Lord,
Thy mercy sets them free,
When in the confidence of prayer,
Their souls take hold on thee.
3 In midst of dangers, fears and death,
Thy goodness we'll adore,
And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
4 Our lives, while thou preserv'st our lives, Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to thee.
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 happy are our ears,
That hear that joyful sound,
Which Kings and Prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found.
3 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light;
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
4 The Lord makes bare his arm,
Through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold
Its Saviour and its God.
1 LONG have we heard the joyful sound Of thy salvation, Lord;
Yet still how weak our faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word.
2 How cold and feeble is our love!
How negligent our fear!
How low our hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
3 Great God! thy sovereign power impart,
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in each heart,
And make us learn thy grace.
4 Shew our forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
Where knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
1 O GOD! how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new ;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all our drowsy pow'rs.
3 Lord, may we yield to thy command,
To thee still consecrate our days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
1 ON thee O God of purity
We wait for hallowing grace:
None without holiness shall see,
The glories of thy face.
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