3 Word of mercy, giving Succor to the living, A-men. ARLINGTON. C. M. T. A. Arne. 140 I A GLORY gilds the sacred page, It gives a light to every age; 2 The hand that gave it, still supplies 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, As makes a world of darkness shine 4 My soul rejoices to pursue Till glory breaks upon my view, TO GOD OUR SAVIOUR. ST. ANN'S. C. M. I AF RISE, my soul, my joyful powers, Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim 140. CONTINUED. ST. ANN'S. 2 He raised me from the deeps of sin, 3 And fixed my standing more secure The arms of everlasting love, 14I THE GLORY OF GOD'S GRACE. ORATORY. A-men. C. M. D. From "Oratory Hymns." I FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! Known through the earth by thousand signs, Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power; 2 But when we view thy strange design Where vengeance and compassion join Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe; 3 Here the whole Deity is known; O may I bear some humble part Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, A-men. 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, FOR a thousand tongues to sing 2 My gracious Master and my God, To spread through all the earth abroad, 3 Jesus! the name that calms our fears, 4 He breaks the power of reigning sin; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 3 By him, my prayers acceptance gain, Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. 4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim, And may the music of thy name, A-men. |