And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
4 To him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows, ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever;
'ER mountain tops the mount of God
In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they'll say,
And to his house we'll go.
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;
The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs
Shall all the world command.
4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.
5 For peaceful implements shall men
Exchange their swords and spears;
Nor shall they study war again
Throughout those happy years.
6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come
To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy graces shine.
AVIOUR, when in dust, to thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee,
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
O, by all thy pains and wo,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.
2 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears,
By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness:
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
3 By thime hour of dark despair,
By thine
agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,
By thy wounds-thy crown of thorns;
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
4 By thy deep expiring groan,
By the seal'd sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
By thy pow'r from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To thy throne in heaven restor❜d,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.
God, permit
permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heav'nly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And all my purest joys forego?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense; Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
LAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!
To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!
3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.
5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,
My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.
6 O keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.
OW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O, take the wanderer home.
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
THOU, to whose all searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee, O burst its bonds, and set it free!
2. Wash out its stains, remove its dross,
Bind my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No focs, no violence I fear,
No harm, while thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.
See Hymns on Repentance.
PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD FRIDAY.
"HO is this that comes from Edom, All his raiment stain'd with blood. To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good, Glorious in the garb he wears, Glorious in the spoil he bears?
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Trav'lling onward in his might;
'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
To his people is the sight!
Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.
3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
"Tis the blood of many slain;
Of his foes there's none remaining,
None, the contest to maintain :
Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever,
Wear the crown so dearly won! Never shall thy people, never,
Cease to sing what thou hast done! Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes!
HEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did ere such love and sorrow meet ?
Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my life, my soul, my all.
EHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree;
How vast the love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for me!
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