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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