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3 A gentle stream of hope and love
To us shall ever flow;
It cheers His Church below.
He spake, and quelled their powers :
And with triumphant voices sing!
Of God, the universal King.
And with success our battles fight;
The pride of Jacob, His delight.
With shouts of joy, and trumpet sound;
For Him who all the world commands;
And spreads His sway o'er heathen lands. 48
1 YREAT is the Lord our God,
He makes the Church His own abode,
His most delightful seat.
2 The temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand !
The bulwarks of our land !
A refuge in distress ;
Through all her palaces !
have often seen,
Where His own sheep have been !
We'll to His house repair,
His wondrous grace,
. s. M. 1 ITHDRAW not, Lord, Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight;
His everlasting flight.
Let me again obtain ;
My fainting soul sustain.
To sinners will impart;
To Thy just laws convert.
4 A broken spirit is
By God most highly prized;
Shall never be despised. 51
Version 2. 1 SHEW pity, Lord : O Lord, forgive !
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not the guilty trust in Thee ? 2 0 wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
So let Thy pardoning love be found. 3 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace ;
I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hovering round Thy word,
Some sure support against despair.
Its thankful tribute to present;
voice I'll raise,
No longer let your strings be mute ;
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the listening nations round :
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
And as Thy glory fills the sky,
Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed.
My heart within me dies,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
For ever I'll abide ;
The refuge where I hide.
all Thou art !
Thy sovereign light within my heart,
Thine all-enlivening beams display.
Where I so oft have sought for Thee,
That fulness of delight to see.
3 In blessing Thee with thankful songs
My happy life shall glide away;
Daily with lifted hands I'll pay. 4 More dear than life itself, Thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ:
Be this my glory, peace, and joy. 65
L. M, 1 OR Thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, Thy chosen seat :
And all our zealous vows complete. 2 0 Thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend Thy listening ear,
And at Thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop Thy flowing mercy try;
And washest out the crimson dye.
Within Thy sacred dwelling lives;
The vast delights Thy temple gives. 67
1 TO bless Thy chosen race,
And cause the brightness of Thy face