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*60 THE BEAUTEOUS DAY.
G. F. Root.
1. We are watching, we 2. We are watching, we 3. We are watching, we 4. We are watching,
are wait-ing for the bright, pro-phet - ic day; are wait-ing For the beau-teous King of day; are wait-ing For the time so long fore - told, are wait-ing for an earth made free from strife,
When the shadows, drear -y shadows, From the world shall roll way.
- nal life.
Used by per. of John Church Co., owners of Copyright.
1 What shall I render to my God,
For all his kindness shown?
My songs address thy throne.
My offering shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.
How great thy grace to me!
Lord, I devote to thee.
4 Now I am thine, forever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move ; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.
4 To seek thee, all our hearts dispose ;
To each thy blessings suit ;
J. HART. 64 1 O God, our strength, to thee our song
With grateful hearts we raise;
All worship, love, and praise. 2 And thou, O ever gracious Lord,
Wilt keep thy promise still,
We seek to do thy will.
Thy faithful people bless;
And heaven its happiness.
By whom the harvest blest;
Is planted in our breast; [heaven, 2 Preserve it from the passing feet,
And plunderers of the air,
And weeds of worldly care. 3 Though buried deep, or thinly strown,
Do thou thy grace supply:
Shall ripen in the sky.
Once more his blessing ask :
Nor worship prove a task.
From heaven, in Jesus' name,
And put our souls in frame.
Each in an honest heart; And keep the precious treasure there,
And never with it part.
1. Come, hap-py souls, ap-proach your God, With new, me - lo - dious songs;
1 Come, happy souls, approach your God, | 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind,
His anger slow to move ;
His tender mercies all shall find, The tribute of your tongues.
And all his goodness prove. 2 So strange, so boundless was the 'love
5 Throughout all ages shall endure That pitied dying men,
Thine everlasting reign; The Father sent his only Son
And thy dominion, firm and sure, To give them life again.
Forever shall remain. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd
68 With a revengeful rod ; No hard commission to perform,
1 Lord, when we bend before thy throne, The vengeance of a God.
And our confessions pour,
O may we feel the sins we own, 4 But all was mercy, all was mild,
And hate what we deplore.
2 Our contrite spirits pitying see; And brought salvation down.
True penitence impart;
I. WATTS. And let a healing ray from thee 67
Beam peace into each heart. 1 To thee, my righteous King and Lord, 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, My grateful soul I'll raise ;
May we our wills resign ; From day to day thy works record, And not a thought our bosom share And ever sing thy praise.
Which is not wholly thine. 2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds ; 4 And when, with heart and voice, we Thy glory knows no end ;
Our grateful hymns to raise, [strive The lasting record of thy deeds
Let love divine within us live, Through ages shall descend.
And fill our souls with praise. 3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might, 5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell, My constant theme shall be ;
Thy mercies we'll review; That song shall be my soul's delight With love divine transported, tellWhich breathes in praise to thee.
Thou, God, art Father too!
J. D. CARLYLE.
1. Early, my God, without de - lay, I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spir - it
71 1 Early, my God, without delay,
1 Be strong, my soul, in God Most High, I haste to seek thy face ;
And trust his mighty arm ; 11: My thirsty spirit faints away, :|| 11: The hand that holds the starry sky : || Without thy cheering grace.
Preserves thee safe from harm. 2 Not life itself, with all its joys,
2 He is thy buckler and defence, Can my best passions move,
Thy rock, thy strength, and tower ; ll: Or raise so high my cheerful voice, :||
11: And he will be thy confidence, :|| As thy forgiving love.
In each distressing hour. 3 Thus, till my last, expiring day,
3 Be strong, my soul, in God Most High, I'll bless my God and King ;
Though helpless, poor, and low; ll: Thus will I lift my hands to pray, :|| And tune my lips to sing.
11: The gleaming worlds that stud the sky :||
His power and glory show. 70 1 Father, to thee my soul I lift;
72 My soul on thee depends ;
1 Hail, great Creator, wise and good ! ll: Convinced that every perfect gift : //
To thee our songs we raise ; From thee alone descends.
11: Nature, through all her various scenes, :||
Invites us to thy praise. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, And power and wisdom too :
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view; 11: Without the Spirit of thy Son : // We nothing good can do.
11: And, while we gaze, our hearts exult :||
With transports ever new. 3. We cannot speak one useful word, One holy thought conceive,
3 The lofty hill, the humble lawn,
With countless beauties shine ; 11: Unless, in answer to our Lord, : // Thyself the blessing give.
ll: The silent grove, the awful shade, :||
Proclaim thy power divine. 4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, The power on thee to call, ll: In whom we are, and move, and live ; :||
Thy varied love we see, Our God is all in all.
11:0, may our hearts, great God, be led ://
Through all thy works to thee!