8 Give praise and glory to the Lord,
Before His throne appear;
His mighty deeds to men extol,
Let all His name revere.
Come, then, ye saints, and sing,
Jesus our theme:
High over all He is,
Yonder bright throne is His;
Triumph, ye saints, in this;
Triumph in Him.
2 Angels confess His claim,
Angels exalt His name,
Angels of light;"
Spirits around His throne,
Blessed in Him alone,
Making His glory known,
Day without night.
3 High on His throne above,
His is a throne of love,
Jesus is seen :
In yonder glorious place,
Angels adore His grace,
Angels behold His face,
No cloud between.
4 While we remain below,
"Only in part we know ;"
More is not given :
But there's a day at hand,
When, at our Lord's command,
We hope with joy to stand
Near Him in heaven.
5 While ages roll away,
Joy suffers no decay,
Ever the same:
Let us then praise our King,
Tribute and homage bring;
Lord, 'tis Thy name we sing,
Jesus! Thy name.
10 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Be praise amidst the heavenly host,
And in the church below!
From whom all creatures drew their birth,
By whom redemption blessed the earth,
From whom all comforts flow.
UR blessed Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.
2 He comes sweet influence to impart,
A gracious willing guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
3 And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each thought, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven.
4 And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness
Are His alone.
5 O God of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying see;
O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And meet for Thee.
REAT was the day, the joy was great,
When the beloved disciples met;
While on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like cloven tongues of flame.
2 What gifts, what mighty powers He gave,
To wound, to heal, to kill, to save!
Furnished their tongues with wondrous words,
Instead of shields, and spears, and swords.
3 Thus armed, he sent the champions forth
From east to west, from south to north;
Go, and assert your Saviour's cause,
Go, spread the mystery of the cross.
4 These weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are,
To make our stubborn passions bow,
And lay the stoutest rebel low!
5 Nations, the learned and the rude,
Are by these heavenly arms subdued ;
While Satan rages at his loss,
And hates the doctrine of the cross.
6 Great King of grace! my heart subdue,
I would be led in triumph too,
A willing captive to my Lord,
And sing the victories of His word,
HY Spirit, Lord, our lips confess,
And sing the wonders of Thy grace;
His power conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son.
2 Enlightened by His heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
His inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.
3 His power resistless works within,
And breaks the chain of reigning sin;
Doth our imperious lusts subdue,
And make our hearts entirely new.
4 The troubled conscience knows His voice,
His cheering words awake our joys,
Allay the stormy, restless wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.
OW can the children of a King
Go mourning all their days!
While His good Spirit comes to bring
Salvation, joy, and praise.
2 Doth He not dwell in every saint,
And show our sins forgiven,
Renew our strength whene'er we faint,
And seal us heirs of heaven?
3 'Tis He assures us of our part
In the Redeemer's blood,
And bears His witness to our heart,
That we are born of God.
4 This is the earnest of His love,
The pledge of joys to come,
The foretaste of the bliss above,
Till Christ shall call us home.
1 LORD, let Thy Spirit, like a dove,
Descend with quickening powers,
To light a flame of heavenly love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look how we grovel here below,
Amused with earthly toys;
Without His aid we ne'er can go
Where reign eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever be
In this sad lifeless state?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?
5 O may Thy Spirit, like a dove,
With all His quickening powers,
Shed in our hearts a Saviour's love,
That it may kindle ours.
H may the power which melts the rock
Be felt by all assembled here!
Or else our service will but mock
The God whom we profess to fear!
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