May I remember, that to Thee
Whate'er I have I owe,
And back, in gratitude from me,
May all Thy bounties flow.
Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in Thy service spent.
And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?
No, let me bless Thy name, and say,
The LORD is gracious still.
A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed;
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.
Write but my name upon the roll
Of Thy redeemed above;
Then, heart and mind, and strength and soul,
I'll love Thee for Thy love.
OUR heavenly Father, hear
The prayer we offer now;
Thy name be hallowed far and near,
To Thee all nations bow.
Thy kingdom come; Thy will
Ön earth be done in love,
As saints and Seraphim fulfil
Thy perfect law above.
Our daily bread supply,
While by Thy Word we live ;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.
From dark temptation's power,
From Satan's wiles defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.
Thine, then, for ever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth be Thine.
SPIRIT, leave thy house of clay;
Lingering dust, resign thy breath ;
Spirit, cast thy chains away;
Lust, be thou dissolved in death.
Thus the Almighty Saviour speaks,
While the faithful Christian dies;
Thus the bonds of life He breaks,
And the ransomed captive flies.
Prisoner, long detained below,
Prisoner, now with freedom blessed,
Welcome from a world of woe;
Welcome to a land of rest.
Thus the choir of angels sing,
As they bear the soul on high;
While with hallelujahs ring
All the regions of the sky.
Grave, the guardian of our dust,
Grave, the treasury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust
Rests in hope again to rise.
Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls,
Soul, rebuild thy house of clay,
Immortality thy walls,
And eternity thy day.
FOR ever with the LORD!
Amen, so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word; 'Tis immortality,
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent,
A day's march nearer home.
My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near!
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye
Thy golden gates appear.
My thirsty spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower.
For ever with the LORD!
Father, if 'tis Thy will,
The promise of that faithful word
Even here to me fulfil.
So when my latest breath
Shall rend the vail in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known,
How shall I love that word! And oft repeat before the throne, For ever with the LORD!
VICTORY THROUGH THE CROSS.
PALMS of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light;
Priests, and kings, and conquerors they.
Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
And proclaim in joyful psalms
Victory through His cross alone.
Kings for harps their crowns resign
Crying as they strike the chords,
"Take the kingdom,-it is Thine,
King of kings, and LORD of lords
They were mortal, too, like us.
Ah! when we, like them, shall die,
May our souls, translated thus,
Triumph, reign, and shine on high.
MILLIONS within Thy courts have met,
Millions this day before Thee bowed;
Their faces Zionward were set,
Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed:
But Thou, soul-searching GOD! hast known
The hearts of all that bent the knee,
And hast accepted those alone
In spirit and truth that worshipped Thee.
People of many a tribe and tongue,
Men of strange colours, climates, lands,
Have heard Thy truth, Thy glory sung,
And offered prayer with holy hands.
Soon as the light of morning broke
O'er island, continent, or deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep.
From east to west, the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
And still, when evening stretched her shade,
The stars came out to hear their songs.
Harmonious as the winds and seas,
In halcyon hours, when storms are flown,
Arose earth's Babel languages
In pure accordance to Thy throne.
Not angel trumpets sound more clear,
Not elders' harps, nor Seraphs' lays,
Yield sweeter music to Thine ear
Than humble prayer and thankful praise.
And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To those in trouble Thou wert nigh,
Not one hath sought Thy face in vain.
Thy poor were bountifully fed,
Thy chastened sons have kissed the rod,
Thy mourners have been comforted,
The pure in heart have seen their GOD.
Yet one prayer more,--and be it one
In which both heaven and earth accord;
Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son,
Let all that breathe call Jesus LORD.
THE glorious universe around,
The heavens with all their train,
Sun, moon, and stars, are firmly bound
In one mysterious chain.
GOD in creation thus displays
His wisdom and His might,
While all His works with all His ways
Harmoniously unite.
In one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,
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