Mortals join the host above,
Join to praise redeeming love.
SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying friend.
Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams in streams of blood:
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
2 Truly blessed is the station,
Low before His cross to lie,
While I see Divine compassion
Beaming in His loving eye.
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze:
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I'll bathe,
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go:
Prove His wounds each day more healing,
And Himself more deeply know.
The Holy Spirit.
GOD of all grace, we come to Thee
With broken, contrite hearts;
Give what Thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts.
2 Give deep humility; the sense
Of Godly sorrow give;
A strong desiring confidence
To hear Thy voice and live.
3 Faith in the only sacrifice
That can for sin atone;
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes
On Christ, and Christ alone.
4 Patience to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay;
Courage our fainting souls to keep,
And trust Thee, though Thou slay.
5 Give these, and then Thy will be done;
Thus strengthen'd with all might,
We by Thy Spirit and Thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.
84 SOURCE of light and pow'r divine,
Deign upon Thy truth to shine;
Lord, behold Thy servant stands,
Lo! to Thee he lifts his hands ;
Satisfy his soul's desire,
Touch his lips with holy fire.
Source of light, &c.
2 Softly falls the healing sound,
Like the dew drop on the ground;
Drooping plants shall soon revive,
Faith in bud begin to live,
And enlarg'd shall soon disclose
Beauties of the full blown rose.
Source of light, &c.
3 Breathe Thy Spirit, so shall fall
Unction sweet upon us all;
'Till by odours scatter'd round,
Christ Himself be trac'd and found;
Then shall ev'ry raptur'd heart
Rich in peace and joy depart.
Source of light, &c.
I ASK'D the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
2 'Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answer'd prayer;
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.
3 I hoped that in some favour'd hour
At once He'd answer my request,
And by His love's constraining power
Subdue my sins and give me rest.
4 Instead of this He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry powers of hell
Assail my soul in every part.
5 "Lord, why is this?" I trembling cried,
"Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?"
""Tis in this way," the Lord replied,
"I answer prayer for grace and faith :
6 "These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may'st seek thy all in Me."
AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
2 For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God; and He'll employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
4 When Thy blest presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispell'd the storm,
To Thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.
5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shall sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
87 IN the hour of my distress
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
2 When I lie upon my bed,
Sick in heart and sick in head,
And with doubts disquieted,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
3 When the tempter me persu'th
With the sins of all my youth,
And condemns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
4 When the judgment is reveal'd
And that open'd which is seal'd,
When to Thee I have appeal'd,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
The House of God.
88 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair,
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To Thine abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.
2 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise Thee still,
And happy they
That love the way
To Zion's hill.
3 They go from strength to strength,
Thro' this dark vale of tears,
'Till each arrives at length,
'Till each in heav'n appears:
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall hither bring
Our willing feet.
4 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts our hands are fill'd,
We draw our blessings thence:
He shall bestow
On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace
And glory too.
STILL, in a world of sin and pain,
Far from our home we meet again;
Dreary and long our course may be,
But oh, our God, it leads to Thee!
Thou art the light by which we roam,
Thou art our everlasting home.
2 Thy hand is still around to bless,
Thou dost not leave us comfortless;
Earth and its pain we still may feel,
But Thou art ever near to heal:
Still as our day our strength shall be,
For all our cares are borne by Thee.
3 Still, as time's changing current rolls,
Thy comforts, Lord, delight our souls,
Thy mighty arm to smooth our way,
Thy light to turn our night to-day:
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