WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.
2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And shew my sins forgiv'n?
3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.
TRINITY-SUNDAY.
[HYMNS 32, 66.]
HYMN XXXVIII.
1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God,
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds,
Where stars revolve their little rounds:
2 Not heav'n thy presence can contain,
Nor heav'n of heav'ns thy power restrain:
Thee, while the first archangel sings,
He veils his face beneath his wings.
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too.
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
And babes have learnt to lisp thy name:
But, oh! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
1 BLESS'D be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.
2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.
1 I GIVE immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all my comforts here,
And better 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 bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe;
And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
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 undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails with all her powers,
There faith prevails and love adores.
1 FATHER of heav'n, whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend.
2 Almighty Son! Incarnate Word!
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord!
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 power extend.
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son;
Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.
1 HOLY, holy, holy, Lord!
Self-existent Deity,
By the hosts of heav'n ador'd,
Teach us how to worship thee.
All perfection dwells in thee,
Though to us obscurely known;
Three in One and One in Three,
Great Jehovah, God alone!
2 Glorious thou in holiness,
Father, didst thy rights maintain;
Truth and grace at once express,
When thine only Son was slain..
Here is deepest wisdom seen;
Here the richest stores of grace:
Mildest love, and vengeance keen;
O how bright their mingled rays!
3 Fearful thou in praises too,
Glorious Saviour, slaughter'd Lamb!
We with joy and wonder view
All thy glory, all thy shame!
Be thy death the death of sin;
Be thy life the sinner's plea;
Save me, teach me, rule within,-
Prophet, Priest, and King to me.
4 Wonder-working Spirit, thine
Is the saving grace we sing ::
Set on us thy seal divine;
Safely to thy kingdom bring:
To our souls thy glory shew;
Shed abroad a Saviour's love:
Fill us with thy peace below;
Lead us to thy joys above.
SABBATH WORSHIP.
[PSALMS 5, 19, 27, 42, 48, 63, 65, 84, 87, 89, 92, 95, 99, 118, 122, 132, 150. HYMNS 19, 33.]
WELCOME Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The king himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to day;
Here we may meet, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day within the place
Where thou, my God, hast been,
Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasureable sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And gladly sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath bless'd.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast
And gives this day the food of sev'n.
3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;
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