(C. M.) 4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they Thy sacred love embrace; Assist our minds, by nature frail, With thy celestial grace. And give us peace within, Escape the snares of sin. And Son, from death reviv'd, HYMN 75. 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 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, In vain we strive to rise ! Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 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 ours. HYMN 76. All hearts new joy resume; 6 The Comforter is come.” Could God on man bestow? Angels for this rejoice above, Let man rejoice below! Thy sacred influence feel ; And fix our wav’ring zeal ! Those checks which we should know; Thy motions point to us the way; Thou giv’st us strength to go. (C. M.) TRINITY SUNDAY. (L XL) 10 HOLY, holy, holy, Lord, Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, Thy glories let the world proclaim! 2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified To take our load of sins away, Along the realms of upper day! 3 O Holy Spirit, from above, In streams of light and glory givin, Thy praises ring through earth and heav'n! 4 O God triune! to thee we owe Our ev'ry thought, our ev'ry song; (L. M) HYMN 78. A ransom for our souls hath found, To us thy pard ning love extend ! 2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, To us thy saving grace extend ! 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is rais'd from sin and death, To us thy quick’ning pow'r extend ! 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead, Three in one! HYMN 79. To God the Father's love, Eternal Son, That inan had done. (IL 4) 2 To God the Son belongs 3 To God the Spirit, praise 4 Almighty God! to thee Be endless honours done; With all her pow'rs, FAST-DAY. HYMN SO. 1 ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone Our prostrate hopes depend. 2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 3 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine, 4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, When God, our God, is near. (C. M.) HYMN 81. (III. 3.) 1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations ! From thy temple in the skies, Hear thy people's supplications, Now for their deliv'rance rise: 2 Lo! with deep contrition turning, Humbly at thy feet we bend; Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, Hear us, spare us, and defend. 3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 4 Let that love veil our transgression, Let that blood our guilt efface: Save thy people from oppression, Save from spoil thy holy place. HYMN 82. (L. M.) Prayer and Hope of Victory. 1 NOW may the God of grace and pow'r Attend his people's humble cry; Defend them in the needful hour, And send deliv’rance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope, And in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train’d for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts! 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear, And hymns of peace conclude our song. THANKSGIVING-DAY. HYMN 83. (Pa 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; 2 All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, Grateful vows and solemn praise. Suns that genial warmth diffuse, Grateful vows and solemn praise. 4 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss and pubiic wealth, Part 2. Grateful vows and solemn praise. 6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain Th’ early and the latter rain, Grateful vows and solemn praise. 7 Life and grace, whate'er our wo, Still to thee, our God, we owe; HYMN 84. How rich thy bounties are! The rolling seasons as they move, Proclaim thy constant care. The sower hid the grain, And sent the early rain. (C. M.) |