Jerusalem, the golden
Jerusalem, the glorious
Joyfully, joyfully onward we move...
Join all the glorious names
Just as thou art, without one trace
Just as I am, without one plea
Lamb of God, whose bleeding love
Let us with a gladsome mind
Let me, thou sovereign Lord of all
Lord, of the worlds above
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Lord, when we bend before thy throne|
Lord God the Holy Ghost
Lord, I hear of showers of blessing..
Lord, again we meet before thee
Lord Jesus, let thy blessing be
Light of the lonely pilgrim
Lead us, Heavenly Father
Lord Jesus, when we stand afar
Lord, at thy feet
Lo! he comes with clouds
Love divine, all love excelling
My God, my Father, while I stray
My God, the spring of all my joys
My God, I know that I must die
My faith looks up to thee
My Redeemer, Oh what beauties
My soul, repeat his praise
My spirit on thy care
My times are in thy hand
New every morning is the love
Nearer, my God, to thee
6 Melcombe 173 Excelsius 81 Vienna
4 Missionary Chant 250 St. Werburgh 77 St. Michael
Charmouth
192 Eisenach
114 Usk
102 Silverstone
162 St. Peter
61 Martyrdom 104 Neapolis 200 Missionary 128 Silverstone
4 Oh, bless, as erst of old,
The Bridegroom and the Bride;
Bless with the holier stream that flowed,
Forth from Thy pierced side.
5 Before Thy gracious throne,
This mercy we implore:
As Thou dost knit them, Lord, in one,
So bless them evermore.
National Humiliation.
DREAD Jehovah, God of nations,
From Thy temple in the skies,
Hear Thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliverance rise.
Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesu's blood can cleanse from all.
4 Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place.
National Thanksgiving.
GOD the Lord has heard our prayer,
God has lighten'd all our care;
To His glorious throne on high,
Rose His children's mournful cry,
Hallelujah! praises sing
To our Father and our King.
2 Helpless, Lord, Thy face was sought;
Thou our full deliverance wrought:
God, who gave us faith to pray,
Give us thankful hearts to-day,
Hallelujah! Lord, to Thee
Sing we, though unworthily.
3 Praise to God, who heard our cry:
Praise to Christ, who pleads on high:
Praise the Spirit blest, who gave
Strength our Father's help to crave.
Hallelujah! glory be
To the eternal Trinity.
Missions.
243 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand.
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn ;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's Name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story
And you, ye waters roll!
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
'Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
244 SOUND, sound the truth abroad,
Bear ye the word of God
Through the wide world;
Tell what our Lord has done
Tell how the day is won,
How from his lofty throne
Satan is hurl'd.
2 Ye who, forsaking all,
At your lov'd Master's call,
Comforts resign,
Soon will your work be done
Soon will the prize be won,
Brighter than yonder sun,
Then shall ye shine.
(Also 30, 68, 180, 183. MISSIONS TO JEWS 33, 20, 124, 132.)
Burial of the Dead.
245 VITAL spark of heav'nly flame,
Quit; Oh quit, this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying;
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!
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