Clad in raiment pure and white, XIV. MISCELLANEOUS. HYMN 202. Genesis xxviii. 20, 21. (C. M.) 1 GOD of our fathers! by whose hand Be with us through our pilgrimage, 2 Through each perplexing path of life 3 O spread thy shelt'ring wings around, And, at our Father's lov'd abode 4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God, HYMN 203. 1 Chronicles xxix. 10-13. (III. 3.) 1 BLESS'D be thou, the God of Israel, Thou, our Father, and our Lord! Bless'd thy majesty for ever! Ever be thy name ador'd! 2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and greatness, Glory, vict'ry, are thine own; All is thine in earth and heaven, HYMN 204. Proverbs iii. 13-17. 1 HAPPY is the man who hears And who celestial wisdom makes 2 For she has treasures greater far (C. M.) More precious are her bright rewards, Her left, imperishable wealth, 4 And, as her holy labours rise, Her ways are ways of pleasantness, HYMN 205. Isaiah xl. 6-8. (L. M.) 1 THE morning flow'rs display their sweets, And gay their silken leaves unfold; As careless of the noon-day heats, 2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast, The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine, 4 But, worn by slowly rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears, The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom, Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour, 1 WHY mournest thou, my anxious soul, Despairing of relief, As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares, 2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard, Who made the earth and sky? 3 Art thou afraid his power will fail Can the Creator's mighty arm 4 Supreme in wisdom as in power The Rock of ages stands; Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace The working of his hands. 5 He gives the conquest to the weak, Supports the fainting heart; And courage in the evil hour 6 Mere human energy shall faint, 7 They, with unwearied step, shall tread With growing ardour onward move, 8 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar Till, past the sphere of earth and sin, 1 THUS speaks the High and Lofty OneMy throne is fix'd on high; There, through eternity, I hear 2 Yet, looking down, I visit oft My presence heals the wounded heart, My presence, from the bed of dust, 4 I dwell with all my humble saints 1 ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny, Yet will I trust me in my God, And by his grace be heal'd. 2 Though fields, in verdure once array'd, Or parch'd by scorching beam; Still in the Lord shall be My joy; for, though his frown is just, 3 Though from the fold the flock decay, L And round the empty stall; 4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest, My ling'ring soul, my tardy feet, HYMN 209. St. John xiv. 6. 1 THOU art the way-to thee alone And he who would the Father seek, 2 Thou art the truth-thy word alone Thou only canst inform the mind (C. M.) 3 Thou art the life-the rending tomb 4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life; HYMN 210. Philippians ii. 12, 13. 1 HEIRS of unending life, While yet we sojourn here, O let us our salvation work 2 God will support our hearts With might before unknown; The work to be perform❜d is ours, The strength is all his own. 3 'Tis he that works to will, 'Tis he that works to do; (s. M.) |