He was Moved with Compassion on Ghem.
O Christ, who didst for sinners weep, Give us to feel thy sympathy;
Help us to seek thy wandering sheep, And win the per-ish- ing to thee.
29 2 Oh, that we might the burden feel, The groanings that we cannot speak; The kindlings of a godly zeal, The vile to save, the lost to seek. 3 Saviour divine, to us impart The tender love, the tearful eye, The fervor of a longing heart That would not have the sinner die. 4 Help us the precious seed to bear, And sow in tears while here we roam, Till we at last return with joy And shout the eternal harvest home.
This is the gate of heaven. Gen. xxviii. 17.
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How sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of our Lord!
Dear Saviour! on thy people smile,
And come, according to thy word.
From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with thee:
Ah! Lord! behold us at thy feet;-
Let this the gate of heaven be.
Chief of ten thousand! now appear,
That we by faith may see thy face:
Oh! speak, that we thy voice may hear,
And let thy presence fill this place.
Come hither, all ye weary souls;
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
They shall find rest who learn of Me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
Blest is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight:
My yoke is easy to his neek;
My grace shall make the burden light.
Jesus, we come at thy command,
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal;
Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.
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Confirm the hope thy Word allows:
Behold us waiting to be fed;
Bless the provision of thy house,
And satisfy thy poor with bread.
Drawn by thy invitation, Lord,
Hungry and thirsty we are come;
Now, from the fullness of thy Word,
Feast us, and send us thankful home.
And they Sung as it were a New Song.
To him who suffered on the tree,
Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be!-
'Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
To him, enthroned, by filial right
All power in heaven and earth pertain,
Honor, and majesty, and might;–
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
Come, Holy Spirit! from on high,
Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,
Living to sing, and dying cry,
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
A quiet and peacable life. 1 Tim. ii. 2.
35 He that glorieth. let him glory in the Lord.
Let not the wise his wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might;
The rich in flattering riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.
The rush of numerous years bears down
The most gigantic strength of man;
When dust he turns to dust again?
And where is all his wisdom gone,
One only gift can justify
The boasting soul that knows his God;
When Jesus doth his blood apply,
I glory in his sprinkled blood.
The Lord my righteousness I praise;
I triumph in the love divine,
The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace,
In Christ to endless ages mine.
Boldness in the day of judgment. 1 John iv. 17.
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When a few swiftly fleeting years
Of mortal life are past away,
I at the judgment must appear,
And face the terrors of that day.
L. M. How shall I stand before that throne?
How meet the Judge who died for me?
If here I shrink his name to own,
Then he will be ashamed of me.
Lord, how secure and blest are they Who feel the joys of pardoned sin! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.
The day glides swiftly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.
Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so swift away;
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.
How oft they view the heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasure grow,
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturbed upon their brow!
They scorn to seek earth's golden toys,
But spend the day and share the night
In numbering o'er the richer joys
That heaven prepares for their delight.
Saviour divine, thy grace impart ;
In me thy mercy rich display;
So shall my pardoned, strengthened heart
Have boldness in the judgment day.
37 In Him we live and move and have our being. L. M.
O Thou in whom we live and move,
Fountain of mercy, God of Love;
Glory and praise to thee belong,-
Great God, accept our parting song.
Guide us by thine almighty hand,
Bind us by love's eternal band;
Keep us while we shall sojourn here,
Blameless, till Christ our Lord appear.
O Thou in whom we move and live,
To us Thy parting blessing give;-
So shall we ever praise the name
Of God, and Christ the spotless Lamb.
The world hateth you. John xv. 19.
Jesus, we would no longer be
Loved by the world that hated thee;
But patient in thy footsteps go,
Thy sorrow, as thy joy, to know.
We would, and oh, bestow the power,
With meekness meet the darkest hour;
The shame despise, however tried,
For thou wast scorned and crucified.
Master, to thee we now would cleave,
Content for thee all else to leave;
Thy cross to bear, thy steps to trace,
Strong in thine all-sufficient grace.
For soon must pass the "little while,"
And joy shall crown thy servant's toil;
Our sure reward, to hear thee own
Our names before the Father's throne.
Unknown.
Evening and Morning, and at Noon will I Pray. 42-46
Gathered together in my name.
Matt. xviii. 20.
L. M. 45 Be thou in the fear of the Lord all the day. L. M.
Apart from every worldly care;
We bow before thee, Lord, in prayer;
And as our one, our only claim,
We lisp our blessed Jesus' name.
May the blest Spirit, Father, now,
Each heart in holy reverence bow;
And may our feeble breathings rise
To thee like holy sacrifice.
Our need is known, for thou art nigh,
And thou canst every need supply;
Boundless, dear Father, is thy store,
Remember us! we ask no more.
Albert Midlane, b. 1825.
So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess,
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
Now that the daylight fills the sky,
Lift we our hearts to God on high,
That he in all we do or say
Would keep us free from harm to-day.
May he restrain our tongues, lest strife
Break forth to mar the peace of life;
And guard with watchful care our eyes
From earth's absorbing vanities.
Oh, may our inmost hearts be pure,
Our thoughts from folly kept secure,
The pride of fleshly sense subdued
By temperate use of drink and food.
L. M. So when the daylight leaves the sky,
And night's dark hours once more are nigh,
May we, unsoiled by sinful stain,
Sing glory to our God again.
Latin, Tr. John M. Neale, 1851.
46 I will lay me down in peace and sleep.
Thus far the Lord has led me on;
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past:
He gives me strength for days to come.
I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things;
My God in safety makes me dwell
Beneath the shadow of his wings.
Faith in thy name forbids my fear;
And in the morning make me hear
Oh, may thy presence ne'er depart!
The love and kindness of thy heart.
Thus when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.
I. Watts, ab. 1709.
The Lord is in his holy temple. Habakkuk ii. 20.
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2 Thou, tossed upon the waves of care,
Ready to sink with deep despair,
Here ask relief, with heart sincere,
And thou shall find that God is here.
3 Thou who hast dear ones far away,
In foreign lands 'mid ocean's spray,
Pray for them now, and dry the tear,
And trust the God who listens here.
4 Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin,
Deploring guilt that reigns within,
The God of peace is ever near;
The troubled spirit meets him here.
God is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of dark distress invade:
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.
Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
That sacred stream, thy holy Word,
That all our raging fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And gives new strength to fainting souls.
Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and armed with power.
I. Watts,1719.
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