How is ouq Salvation Nearer.
816 Even so, come, Lord Jesus. 8s, 7s & 48.
O'er the distant mountains breaking,
Comes the reddening dawn of day;
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,
Rise, and sing, and watch and pray:
'Tis thy Saviour,
On his bright returning way.
O, thou long-expected! weary
Waits my anxious soul for thee;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary
Where thy light I do not see:
O my Saviour!
When wilt thou return to me?
Long, too long in sin and sadness,
Far away from thee I pine;
When, oh when, shall I the gladness
Of thy Spirit feel in mine?
O my Saviour!
When shall I be wholly thine?
Nearer is my soul's salvation,
Spent the night, the day at hand;
Keep me in my lowly station,
Watching for thee, till I stand,
O my Saviourĺ
In thy bright, and promised land.
With my lamp well-trim'd and burning,
Swift to hear, and slow to roam,
Watching for thy glad returning
To restore me to my home;
Come, my Saviour,
O my Saviour, quickly come!
John S. B. Monsell, 1862.
Bless the Lord, O my soul! 88, 78 & 4s.
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Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To his feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me his praise should sing?
Praise him, praise him,
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise him for his grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless.
Praise him, praise him,
Glorious in his faithfulness.
Father-like he tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frames he knows;
In his hand he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise him, praise him,
Widely as his mercy flows.
Frail as summer's flower we flourish,-
Blows the wind, and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise him, praise him,
Praise the High, Eternal One.
Angels, help us to adore him;--
Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before him;
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise him, praise him,
Praise with us the God of grace.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1884.
Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit,
Bless the sower and the seed;
Let each heart thy grace inherit;
Raise the weak, the hungry feed;
From the gospel
Now supply thy people's need.
Oh, may all enjoy the blessing
Which thy word's designed to give;
Let us all thy love possessing,
Joyfully the truth receive,
To thy praise and glory live.
2 Heaven's unnumber'd hosts assembling Angel throngs, and seraphim, Hear the awful word with trembling, "All ye angels worship Him." Angels bow; should men, despising, Cover him with shame and scorn? No! Let loud hosannas rising,
Honor him once crown'd with thorn.
3 In our Saviour's cross we glory,-
Glory in his sacred shame
Tell the world the joyful story,
If we suffer we shall reign.
Reign with him when death is ended,
Free from sorrow, sin, and pain,
When, by angel guards attended,
Christ shall come to earth again.
Praise ye the Lord. Psalm cxlviii.
Praise the Lord; ye heavens, adore him; Praise him, angels, in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light. Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws, which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high, his power proclaim; Heaven, and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name.
Unto our God Sing Praises.
822 Sing unto the Lord. with the voice of a psalm.
Raise the psalm; let earth adoring
Thro' each kindred, tribe, and tongue,
To her God, his praise restoring,
Raise the new, accordant song.
Bless his name, each farthest nation,
Sing his praise, his truth display;
Tell anew his great salvation,
With each new return of day.
To the heathen, far asunder,
Tidings of his glory bear;
Let them hear his deeds of wonder,
And adore the love they share.
Tell it out beneath the heaven,
To each kindred, tribe, and tongue;
Tell it out from morn till even
In your unexhausted song.
Tell that God forever reigneth,
He who set the world so fast,
He who still its state sustaineth,
Till the day of doom to last.
Tell them that the day is coming
When that righteous doom shall be;
Then shall heaven new joys illumine,
Gladness shine o'er earth and sea.
Yea, the far resounding ocean
Shall its thousand voices raise;
All its waves in glad commotion
Chant the fullness of his praise.
When the Judge to earth descending
Righteous judgment shall ordain,
Fraud and wrong shall then have ending;
Truth, Immortal truth shall reign.
He is not here, for he is risen.
Matt. xxviii. 6.
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Sing with all the sons of glory,
God has promised, Christ prepares it,
There on high our welcome waits;
Every humble spirit shares it,
Christ has passed th'eternal gates.
Life eternal! heaven rejoices;
Jesus lives who once was dead;
Join, O man, the deathless voices,
Child of God, lift up thy head!
Patriarchs from the distant ages,
Saints all longing for their heaven,
Prophets, psalmists, seers and sages,
All await the glory given.
Life eternal! Oh what wonders
Crowd on faith; what joy unknown,
When, amidst earth's closing thunders,
Saints shall stand before the throne!
Oh, to enter that bright portal,
See that glowing firmament,
Know, with thee, O God Immortal,
"Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent!"
William J. Irons, b. 1812.
The heavenly host praising God. 8s & 7s.
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Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly warbling in the skies?
Sure, th'angelic host rejoices;
Loudest hallelujahs rise.
Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy:
"Glory in the highest, glory!
Glory be to God most high!
"Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
8s & 7s. Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
Oh, receive whom God appointed
For your prophet, priest, and king!
"Hasten, mortals, to adore him;
Learn his name and taste his joy;
Till at last you sing before him,
Glory be to God most High."
Let us learn the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer's birth;
Spread the brightness of his glory,
Till it cover all the earth.
Sing the resurrection song!
Death and sorrow, earth's dark story,
To the former days belong:
All around the clouds are breaking,
Soon the storms of time shall cease;
In God's likeness, man awaking,
Knows the everlasting peace.
Oh what glory, far exceeding
All that eye has yet perceived! Holiest hearts for ages pleading, Never that full joy conceived.
Guide me, O thou great Je - ho- vah, Pilgrim thro' this bar - ren land; I am weak but thou art might-y; Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Thou shalt guide me by thy counsel. 8s, 7s & 4s. 826
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Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,
Feed me now and evermore.
Open now the crystal fountain
Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my Strength and Shield. When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of deaths, and hell's Destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side. Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
Musing on my habitation,
Musing on my heavenly home,
Fills my soul with holy longing,
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.
Oh, come quickly,
Lord, I long to be with thee.
Thou hast loved us, love us still. Dorothy Ann Thrupp, 1838.
Our God is the God of salvation.8s, 7s&4s. 2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour; He hath brought salvation near; Manifests his pardoning favor; And when Jesus doth appear, Soul and body
Shall his glorious image bear.
3 While the angel choirs are crying
"Glory to the great I AM,"
I with them will still be vying-
Glory, glory to the Lamb!
Oh, how precious
Is the sound of Jesus' name!
4 Angels now are hovering round us, Unperceived amid the throng; Wondering at the love that crowned us, Glad to join the holy song; Hallelujah!
Love and praise to Christ belong!
Thomas Olivers, 1725-1799.
Sinners in derision crowned him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name:
Crown him, crown him;
Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
Hark, those bursts of acclamation!
Hark, those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station:
Oh what joy the sight affords!
Crown him, crown him,
King of kings, and Lord of lords.
829 The Lord bless thee and keep thee. 8s, 7 s& 4s. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing;
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; Oh, refresh us,
Traveling through this wilderness.
Thanks we give, and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound.
May thy presence
With us evermore be found.
Then, whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,
Reign with Christ in endless day.
Greenville. p. 258.
Walter Shirley, 1774.
Zion. p. 262.
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