OLMUTZ. S. M. 3 4 Arranged by L. MASON. 1. Your harps, ye trem-bling saints, Down from the 4 2. Though in a foreign land, 3. His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine, Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the spark divine. 4. When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon His name. 5. Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at His control; His loving-kindness shall break through The midnight of the soul. 6. Blest is the man, O God, That stays himself on Thee! Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord, 2. Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heaven; But in His righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven. LEBANON. S. M. 6 8 1. I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold: 9: 67 98 J. ZUNDEL. did not love my 630. S. M. 1. My God, my Life, my Love, 2. Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when Thou art here; If Thou depart, 't is hell. 3. To Thee, and Thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; They sit around Thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is. 4. Not all the harps above 5. Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy, Without Thy presence, Lord. 6. Thou art the sea of love, 631. S. M. Double. 1. I WANT a heart to pray,- 2. I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threat'ning or reward, To Thee and Thy great name; A jealous, just concern, For Thine immortal praise; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify Thy grace. 3. I rest upon Thy word, The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee: But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love. WATTS. C. WESLEY. 2. Sing, till we feel our heart Ascending with our tongue; Sing, till the love of sin depart; And grace inspire our song. 3. Sing, on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the heavenly King. 4. Soon shall we hear him say, "Ye blessed children, come!" Soon will He call us hence away To our eternal home. 5. There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. 633. S. M. HAMMOND. 1. HARK, how the watchmen cry! Attend the trumpet's sound; Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh,The powers of hell surround. 2. Who bow to Christ's command, Your arms and hearts prepare; The day of battle is at hand,Go forth to glorious war. 3. See on the mountain top The standard of your God; In Jesus' name 't is lifted up, All stain'd with hallow'd blood. 4. His standard-bearers, now To all the nations call: To Jesus' cross, ye nations, bow; He bore the cross for all. 5. Go up with Christ your Head; 6. All power to Him is given; 634. S. M. C. WESLEY. 1. Nor all the blood of beasts, 2. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. 3. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4. My soul looks back, to see The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5. Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love. WATTS |