3 The shadow of th' Almighty's wings Composure unmolested brings,
While threat'ning horrors round me crow'd :
In vain the storms of rattling hail The walls of this retreat assail,
And the wild tempest roars aloud. 4 In louder strains my fearless tongue Shall warble its victorious song,
My father's graces to proclaim : He bears his infant offspring on, To glory radiant as his throne, And joys eternal as his name.
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HYMN 16. Eights and Sevens. To the Blessed Spirit.
OLY GHOST, dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of sinful night : Come thou source of sweetest gladness, Breathe thy life and spread thy light :
Loving SPIRIT, GOD of peace, Great distributer of grace,
Rest upon this congregation! Hear, Oh, hear our supplication.
2 From that height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend : Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send. O thou GLORY shining down From the FATHER and the SON, Grant us thy illumination ! Rest upon this congregation.
3 Come thou best of all donations GOD can give, or we implore : Having thy sweet consolations, We need wish for nothing more;
Come with unction and with pow'r, On our souls thy graces show'r; Author of this new creation, Make our hearts thy habitation.
4 Manifest thy love for ever, Fence us in on every side, In distress be our reliever; Guard and teach, support and guide. Let thy kind effectual grace Turn our feet from evil ways; Show thyself our new creator, And conform us to thy nature.
5 Be our friend on each occasion; God omnipotent to save ! When we die be our salvation;
When we're buried, be our grave; And when from the grave we rise, Take us up above the skies;
Seat us with thy saints in glory, There for ever to adore Thee.
Invocation of the Holy Spirit.
RACIOUS Spirit, Dove divine! Let thy light within me shine;
All my guilty fears remove, Fill me full of heav'n and love.
2 Speak thy pard'ning grace to me, Set the burthen'd sinner free; Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in his precious blood.
3 Life and peace to me impart; Seal salvation on my heart:
Breathe Thyself into my breast, Earnest in immortal rest.
4 Let me never from Thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way, Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord, for ever thine.
HYMN 18. С. М.
The All-seeing God.
LMIGHTY GOD, thy piercing eye Strikes thro' the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie All open to thy sight.
2 There's not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ Against the Judgment day.
3 And must the crimes that I have done Be read and publish'd there, Be all expos'd before the sun, While men and angels hear? 4 Lord, at thy foot asham'd I lie, Upwards I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book.
5 Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.
6 Oh, may I now for ever fear T' indulge a sinful thought, Since the great GOD can see and hear And writes down every fault.
HYMN 19. L. M.
Thoughts on God and Death.
T GOD that reigns above,
Lord of the heav'n and earth and seas;
I fear his wrath, I ask his love, And with my lips I sing his praise. 2 There is a law which he has writ, To teach us all that we must do; My soul, to his commands submit, For they are holy, just and true.
3 There is a gospel rich in grace, Whence sinners all their comforts draw; Lord, I repent and seek thy face, For I have often broke thy law.
4 There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come; How many younger much than I Have pass'd by death to hear their doom.
5 Let me improve the hours I have, Before the day of grace is fled; There's no repentance in the grave, Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.
HYMN 20. С. М.
A Song to Creating Wisdom.
ETERNAL wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee, the creation sings; With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace rings.
2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky! How glorious to behold! Ting'd with a blue of heavn'ly dye, And starr'd with sparkling gold.
3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, And strike the gazing sight, O'er skies, and seas, and solid ground, With terror and delight.
4 Infinite strength, and equal skill Shine thro' the worlds abroad! Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder God. 5 But still the wonders of thy grace Our softer passions move;
Pity divine in Jesu's face
We see, adore, and love.
HYMN 21. L. M.
The safety of trusting in God's wise Providence. NHY ways, O Lord, with wise design, Are fram'd upon thy throne above,
And ev'ry dark or bending line, Meets in the centre of thy love. 2 With feeble light, and half obscure, Poor mortals thy arrangements view; Not knowing that they all are sure, And tho' mysterious, just and true. 3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care, Thơ' now they seem to roam un-ey'd, Are led by pow'r and goodness where They best and safest may abide 4 They neither know nor trace the way, But guided by thy peircing eye, None of their feet to ruin stray, Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 5 My favor'd soul shall meekly learn, To lay her reason at thy throne; Too weak thy secrets to discern, I'll trust thee for my guide alone.
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