4 How happy all thy servants are!
How great thy grace to me!
My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.
HYMN 296. L. M. [322]
AWAKE, our souls! away, our fears!
Let every trembling thought be gone!
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint. 3 From Thee, the ever-flowing Spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply: While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
4 Swift as the eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire along the heavenly road.
HYMN 297. L. M. [323]
BLEST are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Blest are the souls that long for grace,
Hunger and thirst for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed,
With living streams, and living bread.
4 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean
From the defiling power of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
The God of spotless purity.
5 Blest are the sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.
HYMN 298. C. M. [347]
WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim;
Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.
2 Thee, glorious God, I'll praise and bless!
Thou dost prepare thy throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make thy vengeance known.
3 Thou, Lord, wilt safest refuge prove
For all who are oppress'd,
To guard the people of thy love,
And give the weary rest.
4 The men who knew thy name will trust In thy abundant grace:
For thou didst ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.
HYMN 299. L. M. [363]
PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
Thy saints adore thy holy name;
Thy creatures bend th' obedient knee,
And humbly thy protection claim.
2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust The breath of life thy Spirit gave; Where, but in thee, can mortals trust? Who, but our God, has power to save?
3 Eternal source of truth and light,
To thee we look, on thee we call;
Lord, we are nothing in thy sight,
But thou to us art all in all.
4 Still may thy children in thy word,
Their common trust and refuge see;
O bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great tie, the love of thee.
HYMN 300. C. M. [406]
ALL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall!
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all!
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all!
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all!
4 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
Of this wide earthly ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all!
5 O that with yonder holy throng
We at his feet may fall;
There join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all!
HYMN 301. C. M. [344]
BLEST is the man that shuns the place,
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's seat:
2 But in the statutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.
3 He, like a plant of gen'rous kind,
By living waters' side,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Shall spread his branches wide.
4 Green as the leaf, and fair and clear,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear,
Like clusters on the vine.
HYMN 302. C. M. [443]
GOD of our lives, thy various praise
Our voices shall resound:
Thy hand directs our fleeting days,
And brings the seasons round.
2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,
Our Father and our Friend,
Whose constant mercies from the skies
In genial streams descend.
3 In every scene of life, thy care
In every age, we see;
And constant as thy favors are,
So let our praises be.
4 Still may thy love, in every scene,
In every age, appear;
And let the same compassion deign
To bless the opening year.
HYMN 303. L. M. [375]
BLEST is the man, for ever blest, Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God; Whose sins with sorrow are confess'd, And cover'd with his Saviour's blood.
2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities;
He pleads no merit of reward,
And not on works but grace relies.
3 From guile his heart and lips are free;
His humble joy, his holy fear,
With deep repentance well agree,
And join to prove his faith sincere.
4 How glorious is that righteousness
That hides and cancels all his sins,
While a bright evidence of grace
Through his whole life appears and shines!
HYMN 304. S. M. [375]
O BLESSED souls are they
Whose sins are covered o'er;
To whom the Lord of righteous sway
Imputes their guilt no more.
2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives, in virtue cast,
Their genuine faith declare.
3 While I my guilt conceal'd,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
Till I my sins to thee reveal'd,
And ready pardon found.
4 Let sinners learn to pray,
Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help in trouble's dark array,
Is found in God alone!
HYMN 305. C. M. [373]
MY heart rejoices in thy name,
My God, my help, my trust;
Thou hast preserved my face from shame,
Mine honor from the dust.
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