2 Angel of Gospel-grace, Fulfil thy character;
To guard and feed thy chosen race, In Israel's camp appear.
Throughout the desert way Conduct us by thy light; Be thou a cooling cloud by day, A cheering fire by night. 4 Our fainting souls sustain With blessings from above; And ever on thy people rain The manna of thy love.
1 Now let our pains be all forgot, Our hearts no more repine: Our suff'rings are not worth a thought, When, Lord, compar'd with thine.
2 In lively figures here we see
The bleeding Prince of Love; Each of us hopes, he died for me, And then our griefs remove. 3 His soul, what agonies it felt, When his own God withdrew; And the large load of all our guilt Lay heavy on him too!
4 But the divinity within Supported him to bear:
Dying, he conquer'd hell and sin, And made his triumph there.
5 Our hymns should sound like those above, Could we our voices raise;
Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love, And all our lives be praise.
I FATHER, we wait to feel thy grace, To see thy glories shine:
The Lord will his own table bless, And make the feast divine.
2 We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread, We drink the sacred cup; With outward forms our sense is fed, Our souls rejoice in hope.
3 We shall appear before the throne Of our forgiving God,
Dress'd in the garments of his Son, And sprinkled with his blood.
4 We shall be strong to run the race, And climb the upper sky:
Christ will provide our souls with grace: He bought a large supply.
1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound! What pleasure to our ears!
A sov'reign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.
Glory, honour, praise and power, Be unto the Lamb for ever! Jesus Christ is our Redeemer! Hallelujah, praise the Lord!
2 Salvation! Let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.
3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb, To thee the praise belongs: Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied, sing High glory to th' Eternal King.
3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake.
4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning-dew: Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.
5 Direct, controul, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
1 GOD of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies. 2 From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins;
And without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. 3 O! like the sun, may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day; With ready mind and active will March on, and keep my heav'nly way. 4 But I shall rove and lose the race, If God, my sun, should disappear, And leave me in this world's wide maze, To follow ev'ry wand'ring star. 5 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss: All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compar'd with this.
1 HOSANNA with a cheerful sound To God's upholding hand! Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing power, That form'd us with a word: And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour, We lean upon the Lord.
3 The evening rests our weary head, And angels guard the room: We wake, and we admire the bed, That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure That we shall end the day; For Death stands ready at the door To take our lives away.
5 Our breath is forfeited by sin To God's avenging law :
We own thy grace, Immortal King, In ev'ry gasp we draw.
6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings; Our feeble flesh lies safe at night Beneath his shady wings.
1 My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command; To thee I consecrate my days: Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings! 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread. The grave, as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
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