3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view.
Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
So when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above!
The death and burial of a Christian.
1 WHY do we mourn departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.
2 Are we not tending upwards too
To heaven's desir'd abode ?
Why should we wish the hours more slow
Which keep us from our God?
3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
Since there the blessed Saviour lay,
And cheered its dreary gloom.
4 The graves of all his saints He blest,
And smoothed each painful bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying head?
5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground!
Ye saints, ascend the skies!
HYMN 162. L. M.
Evening Hymn.
1 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, oh! keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done :
That with the world, myself and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphant rise at the last day.
4 O may my soul on Thee
repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more active make,
To serve my God when I awake.
5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be,
As 'twas, and is, and shall be so,
To all eternity.
GIVE God the Father praise,
Glory to God the Son,
To God the Spirit of all grace
Be equal honour done.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,
The one in three, the three in one,
Let men and angels join.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven and earth adore,
Be glory as it was of old,
now, and shall be evermore.
PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
PRAISE the name of God most high,
Praise him, all below the sky;
Praise him, all ye heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
IMMORTAL honour, endless fame,
Ascribe to God the Father's name;
Let God the Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be
O God, the Spirit, paid to Thee.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven's triumphant host,
And suffering saints on earth adore,
Be glory, as in ages past,
And now is giv'n, and so shall last
When time itself shall be no more.
By angels in heaven, of every degree, And saints upon earth, all praise be addressed,
To God in three persons, one God ever blest,
As it has been, now is, and always shall be.
To the first lines of the Psalms.
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Before Jehovah's awful throne.
Best Instructor, from thy ways..
Blest is the man, for ever blest..
Blest is the man whom Thou, O Lord!-
Blest is the man who stands in awe.......
By Babel's streams we sat, and wept
Eternal source of every joy!
For ever blest be God, the Lord!
From all that dwell below the skies.
Give sentence with me, gracious Lord
Give to the Lord, ye sons of men......
Give to our God immortal praise
Glorious things of Thee are spoken
God is our refuge in distress
God moves in a mysterious way
God, my strength, to Thee I pray
God of my strength, the wise, the just
Great God, thy equal mercies flow
He that hath God his guardian made
He who with generous pity glows
Hear me, O Lord! in my distress..
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How blest is he who ne'er consents
How blest are they who always keep
How holy is the Lord, how just
How long wilt Thou forget me, Lord?
How pleasant and how good it is
How pleasant is the sight, how sweet!
How shall the young preserve their ways
I'll call to mind thy works, O Lord!
In tender mercy, not in wrath
In Thee we put our stedfast trust
I waited meekly for the Lord..
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun.
Joy to the world! the Lord is come!
Let all the lands with shouts of joy
Lift up your heads, eternal gates!
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