ページの画像
PDF
ePub

Before thy throne we sinners bend;

To us thy saving grace extend! 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath

The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;

To us thy quick’ning pow'r extend! 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,

Mysterious Godhead, Three in one!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend !
HYMN 79.

(II. 4) 1 We give immortal praise

To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And all our hopes above:
He sent his own

Eternal Son,
To die for sins

That man had done.
2 To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,
Who sav'd us by his blood
From everlasting wo:
And now he lives,

And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit

Of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit, praise

And endless worship give,
Whose new creating pow'r

.
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes

The great design,
And fills the soul

With joy divine.
4 Almighty God! to thee

Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one:
Where reason fails

With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,

And love adores.

FAST-DAY.

HYMN 80.

(c. m.) 1 ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne

Thy mourning people bend!
'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone

Our prostrate hopes depend.
2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand,

Thy dreadful pow'r display;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,

And still we live to pray.
3 How chang’d, alas! are truths divine,

For error, guilt and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,

Disgrace the Christian name!
4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

Convert us by thy grace;,
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And see again thy face.
5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,

We will not sink in fear;
Secure of all-sufficient aid,
When God, our God, is near.

HYMN 81. (III. 3.) 1 DREAD Jehovah God of nations!

From thy temple in the skies, Hear thy people's supplications,

Now for their delivrance rise: 2 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,

Jesus' blood can cleanse them 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.

E

HYMN 82. (L. M.) Prayer and Hope of Victory. 1 NOW. may the God of grace and pow'r

Attend his people's humble cry;
Defend them in the needful hour,

And send deliv’rance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Israel's God
Our troops shall lift their banners up,

Our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train'd for war,

And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts! 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear,

And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear,

And hymns of peace conclude our song.

THANKSGIVING-DAY.

HYMN 83. (III. 2.)

PART 1.
1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ:
All to thee, our God, we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow. 2 All the blessings of the fields,

All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solcmn praise.
3 Clouds that drop their fattning dews,

Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich o’erflowing stores;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

4 Peace, prosperity, and health,

Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladd’ning streams
Pure religion's holier beams;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

PART 2
5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear

From its stem the rip’ning ear;
Though the sick’ning flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall;
Still to thee our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise. 0 Shouldthinealter'd hand restrain

Th? early and the latter rain,
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;
Still to thee our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise. 7 Life and grace, whate'er our wo,

Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Though of earthly hopes bereft,
Yet our hope of heaven is left;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

HYMN 84. (c. M.) 1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,

How rich thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move,

Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth

The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,

And sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine,

The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,

The mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above

Matur'd the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway:

Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter' fails.
HYMN 85.

(L. M.)
For Public Mercies and Deliverances.
1 SALVATION doth to God belong,
His power and grace

shall be our song; From him alone all mercies flow,

His arm alone subdues the foe!
2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear

Propitious to his people's prayer;
And though deliv’rance he may stay,

Yet answers still in his own day.
3 O may this goodness lead our land,

Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring

To thee, our Saviour and our King; 4 Till every public temple raise

A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful, private home,

To thee a temple shall become. 5 Still be it our supreme delight

To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.

VII. ORDINANCES AND SPEOIAL

OCCASIONS.

BAPTISM.
HYMN 86.

(III. 3.) 1 YAVIOUR! who thy flock art feeding,

With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs thy bosom share; 2 Now, these little ones receiving,

Fold them in thy gracious armThere, we know—thy word believing

Only there, secure from harm. s Never from thy pasture roving,

Let them be the Lion's prey;

« 前へ次へ »