* Songs of Melody and Love HYMN CLXXX VIII. PSALM XC. I. GOD our Help in Ages past, Our Hope for Years to come, Our Shelter from the ftormy Blast, And our eternal Home. II. Before the Hills in Order ftood, A thoufand Ages in thy Sight. Short as the Watch that ends the Night IV. The bufy Tribes of Flesh and Blood, Time. Matt. xi. 28. + Prov. xiv. 10. If. xlviii. 22. V. Time, like an ever-rolling Stream,. O Gon our Help in Ages paft, Our Hope for Years to come, HYMN CLXXXIX. The Lord hath laid on Him the Iniquity of us all. If liij. 6. I. ARISE my Soul; with Wonder fee, What Love divine for thee hath done,, Behold thy Sorrow, Sin, and Grief, II. See! from his Head, his Hands, his Feet, Were the whole Realm of Nature mine, Demands my Soul, my Life, my All. ; HY M.N HYMN CXC. PSALM XCVII. 2. The Darkness of Providence; I. ORD we adore thy dark Defignis, The deep Abyfs of Providence, Too deep to found with mortal Lines, Too dark to view with feeble Senfe. II. Now thou array'ft thine awful Face! III. Thro' Seas and Storms of deep Diftrefs IV. Dear FATHER! if thy lifted Rod Y E Saints and Servants of the LORD,.. The Triumphs of his Name record, His facred Name for ever blefs :: Where'er the circling Sun displays His rifing Beams or fetting Rays, Due Praise to his great Name addrefs; 2.Cor. v. 7. † Cant. viii. 5. GODS II. GOD thro' the World extends his Sway.. Tho' 'tis beneath his State to view To FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, Be Glory as in Ages paft, As now it is, and fo fhall laft When Earth and Heav'n fhall be no more. B LEST be the Father and his Love, Rivers of endless Joys above, And Rills of Comfort here below! II. Glory to Thee, great Son of GOD! སྤེན་ ༥ བར 4 We III. We give the Sacred SPIRIT Praise, Thus Gop the FATHER, GOD the SON, HYMN CXCIII. I. P JESU, our LORD, Thy Name be ador'd, no For all the rich Bleffings convey'd thro' thy II. In Spirit we trace Thy Wonders of Grace; Word. And chearfully join in a Concert of Praise, The ANTIENT OF DAYS His Glory difplays, And fhines on his Chofen with cherifhing Rays. IV. The Trumpet of GoD Is founding abroad The Language of Mercy, Salvation thro' Blood. V. Thrice happy are they Y And share in the Bleffings of this Gofpel-day. VI The People, who know The SAVIOUR, below With burning Affection to worship him glow. |