For joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, Nor life, nor death, can part.
6 But let us hasten to the day, Which shall our flesh restore; When death shall all be done away, And bodies part no more.
HYMN 460. 7s. [135]
JESUS, Lord, we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree;
Show thyself the Prince of Peace;
Bid our jars for ever cease.
2 By thy reconciling love,
Every stumbling block remove;
Each to each unite, endear;
Come, and spread thy banner here.
3 Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful and kind;
Lowly, meek; in thought and word,
Altogether like our Lord.
4 Let us for each other care,
Each the other's burden bear;
To thy church the pattern give;
Show how true believers live.
5 Free from anger and from pride,
Let us thus in God abide;
All the depths of love express,
All the heights of holiness.
6 Let us then with joy remove,
To the family above:
On the wings of angels fly,
Show how true believers die.
HYMN 461. 7s. [136]
COME, and let us sweetly join,
Christ to praise in hymns divine!
Give we all with one accord,
Glory to our common Lord:
Hands, and hearts, and voices raise:
Sing as in the ancient days;
Antedate the joys above,
Celebrate the feast of love.
2 Strive we, in affection strive:
Let the purer flame revive;
Such as in the martyrs glow'd,
Dying champions for their God:
We like them may live and love;
Call'd we are their joys to prove;
Sav'd with them from future wrath;
Partners of like precious faith.
3 Sing we then in Jesus' name,
Now as yesterday the same;
One in every time and place,
Full for all of truth and grace:
We for Christ, our Master, stand,
Lights in a benighted land:
We our dying Lord confess,
We are Jesus' witnesses.
4 Witnesses that Christ hath died: We with him are crucified :
Christ hath burst the bands of death,
We his quick'ning Spirit breathe:
Christ is now gone up on high;
Thither all our wishes fly:
Sits at God's right hand above;
There with him we reign in love!
HYMN 462. 7s. [137]
COME, thou high and lofty Lord!
Lowly, meek, incarnate Word:
Humbly stoop to earth again;
Come, and visit abject man :
Jesus, dear expected guest,
Thou art bidden to the feast;
For thyself our hearts prepare;
Come, and sit, and banquet there!
2 Jesus, we thy promise claim;
We are met in thy great name;
In the midst do thou appear,
Manifest thy presence here:
Sanctify us, Lord, and bless;
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace;
Thou thyself within us move,
Make our feast a feast of love.
3 Let the fruits of grace abound;
Let us in thy bowels sound,
Faith, and love, and joy increase,
Temperance and gentleness;
Plant in us thy humble mind,
Patient, pitiful, and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of thee.
4 Make us all in thee complete;
Make us all for glory meet;
Meet t' appear before thy sight,
Partners with the saints in light.
Call, O, call us each by name,
To the marriage of the Lamb;
Let us lean upon thy breast,
Love be there our endless feast!
HYMN 463. S. M. [138]
WE lift our hearts to thee,
O, Day-star from on high!
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 O, let thy orient beams
The night of sin disperse,
The mists of error and of vice,
Which shade the universe!
3 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past:
And live this short revolving day,
As if it were our last.
4 To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, One in Three,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall for ever be.
HYMN 464. C. M. [139]
ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats―
The day renews the sound-
Wide as the heavens on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis He supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,
But yet his wrath delays.
4 O, God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.
HYMN 465. C. M. [139]
LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray,
I am for ever thine:
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
"Tis sweet conversing on my bed,
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
HYMN 466. C. M. [140]
LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear,
My voice ascending high:
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints;
Presenting at the Father's throne,
Our songs and our complaints.
3 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
4 Now to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
HYMN 467. S. M.
SEE how the morning sun
Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With every bright'ning ray.
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