Through Thy merit, to inherit
Thy salvation;
Hear, oh hear, our supplication.
3 Rejoice ye heavens; thou earth, reply,
With praise, ye sinners, fill the sky,
For this His Incarnation.
Incarnate God, put forth Thy power,
Ride on, ride on, great Conqueror,
Till all know Thy salvation;
Amen, Amen!
Hallelujah Hallelujah!
Praise be given
Evermore, by earth and heaven.
90 "Lord, Thou hast been our Refuge from one generation to another.
1 O LORD, the Saviour and Defence
Of us Thy chosen race,
From age to age Thou still hast been
Our sure abiding-place.
2 Before Thou brought'st the mountains forth,
Or earth and world didst frame,
Thou always wert the mighty God,
And ever art the same.
3 For in Thy sight a thousand years
Are like a day that 's past,
Or like a watch in dead of night,
Whose hours unminded waste.
4 So teach us, Lord, the uncertain sum
Of our short days to mind,
That to true wisdom all our hearts
May ever be inclined.
5 To satisfy and cheer our souls
Thy early mercy send;
That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.
6 Let Thy bright rays upon us shine;
Give Thou our work success;
The glorious work we have in hand,
Do Thou vouchsafe to bless.
1 O GOD, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home!
2 Beneath the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away:
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
6 O God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Be Thou our Guard while troubles last,
And our eternal Home!
91 "Teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom."
1 FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace
Faithful through another year,
Hear our song of thankfulness;
Father and Redeemer, hear!
2 In our weakness and distress,
Rock of strength! be Thou our stay;
In the pathless wilderness
Be our true and living Way.
3 Who of us death's awful road
In the coming year shall tread;
With Thy rod and staff, O God,
Comfort Thou his dying bed.
4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure,
Keep us evermore Thine own,
Help, O help us to endure,
Fit us for the promised crown.
5 So within Thy palace gate
We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee, the only Potentate,
Lord of lords, and King of kings.
"The world passeth away, and the lust thereof."
A FEW more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not-
A far serener clime:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that bright day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
'Tis but a little while,
And He shall come again
Who died that we might live: Who lives
That we with Him may reign:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;
O wash me in Thy precious Blood,
And take my sins away.
93 "I will remember Thy wonders of old."
1 HARP, awake! tell out the story
Of our love and joy and praise;
Lute, awake! awake our glory!
Join a thankful song to raise !
Join we, brethren faithful-hearted,
Lift the solemn voice again
O'er another year departed
Of our three-score years and ten!
2 Lo! a theme for deepest sadness,
In ourselves with sin defiled;
Lo! a theme for holiest gladness,
In our Father reconciled!
In the dust we bend before Thee,
Lord of sinless hosts above;
Yet in lowliest joy adore Thee,
God of mercy, grace, and love!
3 Gracious Saviour! Thou hast lengthened And hast blest our mortal span,
And in our weak hearts hast strengthened
What Thy grace alone began.
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