The river's winding way
Shines through the thirsty lands! New grass is seen, And o'er the meads Its carpet spreads Of living green.
3. Where pointed brambles grew, Entwin'd with horrid thorn, Gay flow'rs, for ever new, Th' enamell'd fields adorn. The blushing rose,
And lily there
In union fair
Their sweets disclose.
4. Where the bleak mountain stood, All bare and disarray'd, See the wide-branching wood, Diffuse its grateful shade!
Tall cedars nod, And oaks and pines, And elms and vines Confess the God.
5. The tyrants of the plain
Their savage chase give o'er; No more they rend the slain, And thirst for blood no more; But infant hands Fierce tigers stroke, And lions yoke In flow'ry bands.
6. O when, almighty Lord, Shall these glad scenes arise, To verify thy word,
And bless our wond'ring eyes? That earth may raise,
With all her tongues, United songs
Of ardent praise.
HYMN 184. L. M.
OME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly dove, With light and comfort from above. Be thou our guardian, thou our guide; O'er ev'ry thought and step preside. 2. Conduct us safe, conduct us far From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare ; Lead to thy word that rules must give, And teach us lessons how to live. 3. The light of truth to us display, That we may know and love thy way; Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,
That we from thee may ne'er depart. 4. Lead us to righteousness, the road That we must take, to dwell with God; Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss, Where pleasure in perfection is.
HYMN 185. c. M. 1. COME, holy Spirit, heav'nly dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2. See, how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys! Our souls, how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys!
3. Dear Lord! and shall we always live At this poor, dying rate? Our love so cold, so faint to thee, And thine to us so great?
4. Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs. Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle our's,
HYMN 186. s. M.
THINE influence, Lord! is felt Through nature's ample round.
In heav'n, on earth, thro' air and skies, Thine energy is found.
2. Let others, swell'd with pride, Of wisdom make their boasts: Our wisdom and our strength must come From thee, the Lord of hosts.
3. Father! thy Spirit grant,
To guide our doubtful way. Thy truth shall scatter ev'ry cloud, And make a glorious day,
4. Supported by thy grace,
We'll do and bear thy will.
That grace shall make each burden light, And ev'ry murmur still.
5. Cheer'd by thy smiles, we'll tread The gloomy path of death;
And, with the hope of endless bliss, Resign to thee our breath,
HYMN 187. P. M.
MARK the soft-falling snow And the descending rain:
To heav'n, from whence it fell, It turns not back again; But waters earth Through ev'ry pore, And calls forth all
Her secret store.
2. Array'd in beauteous green, The hills and valleys shine And man and beast are fed By providence divine.
The harvest bows
Its golden ears, The copious seed
Of future years,
"To millions more."
HYMN 188. s. M.
TO God, the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.
2. 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare. 3. He will present our souls Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.
4. Then all his faithful sons
Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.
5. To our Redeemer, God,
Wisdom and pow'r belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs.
HYMN 189. c. M.
1. MY hope, my portion, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod, And blessings of thy throne!
2. How cold and feeble is my love! How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above! How few affections there!
3. Great God! thy gracious aid impart, To give thy word success. Write thy salvation in my heart, That I may learn thy grace.
4. Shew my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high.
There knowledge grows without decay And love shall never die.
HYMN 190. c. M.
1. FOR ever blessed be the Lord, My Saviour and my shield!
He sends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field.
2. When all my foes their force unite, He makes my soul his care; Instructs me in the heav'nly fight, And guards me thro' the war.
3. A friend and helper so divine My fainting hope shall raise. He makes the glorious vict'ry mine, And his shall be the praise.
HYMN 191 C. M.
1.ARE not thy mercies sov'reign still,
And thou a faithful God?
Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal, To run the heav'nly road?
2. I need the influence of thy grace, To speed me in thy way;
Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray.
3. Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face? And yet how slow my spirits move, Without enliv'ning grace!
4. Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word,
When I have felt its quick'ning pow'r, To draw me near the Lord.
« 前へ次へ » |