Lo, he on David's ancient throne,
His power and grace displays,
While Salem, with its echoing hills,
Sends forth the voice of praise.
Sing, ye redeem'd! before the throne,
Ye white-robed myriads fall!
Sing, for the Lord of Glory reigns,
The Christ, the heir of all.
366 TO the Lord we all things owe,
To the Lord we love to give :
Day by day his mercies flow,
Day by day to him we'll live.
Thus we sanctify our store,
Cleanse the canker from our gold;
And the Lord returns us more,
Fifty and a hundredfold.
Our best offering is small,
But, in condescending love,
He who is the Lord of all
Smiles upon it from above.
367 NEVER leave us, nor forsake us,
Thou on whom our souls rely,
8.7.4. Till thou shalt for ever take us
To behold that glory nigh;
Which, though distant,
Fills thy people's hearts with joy.
All our strength at once would fail us,
If deserted, Lord, by thee;
Nothing then could aught avail us,
Certain our defeat would be:
Those who hate us
Thenceforth their desire would see.
But we look to thee as able
Grace to give in time of need :
Heaven we know is not more stable,
Than the promise which we plead ;
'Tis thy promise
Gives thy people hope indeed.
368 COULD I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love?
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?
If mounted on a morning ray
I fly beyond the Western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.
369 FROM a heart by sin deceived,
Bent with froward will, to take
Its own downward course of madness,
Save us for thy mercies' sake.
From a soul whose deathlike slumber
Will not at thy voice awake,
But sleep on, nor heed its danger,
Save us for thy mercies' sake.
371 SALVATION! oh, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.
Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
GREAT God! to thee I'll make
My griefs and sorrows known;
And with a humble hope
Approach thine awful throne ;
Though by my sins deserving hell,
I'll not despair ;-for, "Who can tell?"
Vile unbelief, begone;
Ye doubts, fly swift away;
God hath an ear to hear,
While I've a heart to pray;
If he be mine, all will be well-
For ever so; and, "Who can tell?"
Then let us not despond,
Inquiring "Who can tell?"
For in the sacred word
The question. 's answer'd well:
That all who come to Christ shall be
Saved now, and through eternity.
373 ALAS! how often I complain, Imagine ills, and fret at pain,
E'en ask for death with peevish heart,
Because self-will is made to smart.
Now, Lord, rebuked my spirit stands,
My times are ever in thy hands,
Here all my will I now submit,
And cast my pride beneath thy feet.
374S SINCE from our faith thou dost withhold
No blessing of thy grace,
C.M. Make us in confidence most bold
Thy promise to embrace.
Full many an arrow may we aim
With faith's most mighty bow,
Strengthened by thine all-conquering
name,
Our sins to overthrow.
At twice or thrice let us not stay,
But the full number dare:
Since thou dost not a limit lay,
Why should our hands forbear?
375 ALONE relying on the Lord,
The battle we shall win ;
But if we trust an arm of flesh,
We fall a prey to sin.
Away, then, carnal confidence!
Let pride be overthrown ;
Jesus shall be our sole defence;
We rest in him alone.
376 IS there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see:
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.
I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild,
Content,.my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.
The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let saints be humble and resigned;
And ne'er provoke the Lord.
377 THE Lord Jehovah speaks,
How dreadful is his voice!
But if the Saviour's face be seen,
We tremble, yet rejoice.
Almighty God pronounce
The word of conquering grace;
So shall the flint dissolve to tears,
And mourners seek thy face.
378 ALONE upon the means of grace
Our souls must not depend;
Theirs simply is the handmaid's place
Of means unto an end
Nor must we only for a while
Put off the sins we mourn,
To flatter conscience, and beguile
The hours till they return;
But low in penitence must lie,
In deed as well as word;
And then must turn to Calvary,
And trust our bleeding Lord.
3790 LORD, thy chosen servants bless, That they may faithful be;
Thy truth upon the conscience press,
And sinners win to thee !
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