4 The prophet of the cross no more 5 While yet the life-proclaiming word 6 Thou that a will in me hast wrought, And lest the purpose leave my thought, 7 Dying Redeemer, to thy breast, Bid me be reconciled and blest, 1 THE God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthroned above, Ancient of everlasting days, Jehovah, Great I AM, By earth and heaven confest; I bow and bless the sacred name, 2 The God of Abraham praise, Its wisdom, fame, and power; 3. The God of Abraham praise, He calls a worm his friend, 4 He by himself hath sworn, I shall behold his face, 6684,6684. 5 SECOND PART. THOUGH HOUGH nature's strength decay, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, At his command. The watery deep I pass, With Jesus in my view; And through the howling wilderness 6 The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest; A land of sacred liberty, And endless rest: There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, And trees of life for ever grow, With mercy crowned. 7 There dwells the Lord our King, On Sion's sacred height 8 He keeps his own secure, With streams of sacred bliss, 9 QEFORE the great Three-One And tell the wonders he hath done, The listening spheres attend, 10 The God who reigns on high The great archangels sing; And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry, 66 Almighty King! Who was and is the same, 11 Before the Saviour's face He shows his prints of love,- And sound through all the worlds above 12 The whole triumphant host "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,' Hail, Abraham's God, and mine! All might and majesty are thine, C. M. "All his saints are in thy hand." Deut. xxxiii. 3. 1 WHOM Jesu's blood doth sanctify WHOM Hid in our Saviour's hand we lie, His guardian hand doth hold, protect, 801 2 Our Prophet, Priest, and King, to thee Spirit and life thy words impart, 802 "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew 1 their strength," &c.—Isa. xl. 31. AWAKE, our souls! away, our fears! ¡L. M. Let every trembling thought be gone! Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 3 0 mighty God, thy matchless power 4 From thee, the ever-flowing spring, 5 Swift as the eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; |