4 The prophet of the cross no more
Again preach peace to me;
The voice of interceding prayer
A farewell voice may be.
5 While yet the life-proclaiming word
Doth through my conscience thrill,
Breathe life; and, lo, divinely stirred
I can repent; I will.
6 Thou that a will in me hast wrought,
Haste, work in me to do,
And lest the purpose leave my thought,
Now my whole heart renew.
7 Dying Redeemer, to thy breast,
A dying wretch I flee,
Bid me be reconciled and blest,
And born of God, through thee.
1 THE God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above,
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:
Jehovah, Great I AM,
By earth and heaven confest ;
I bow and bless the sacred name,
For ever blest.
2 The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand :
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.
3. The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days,
In all my ways.
He calls a worm his friend,
He calls himself my God;
And he shall save me to the end,
Through Jesu's blood.
4 He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend;
I shall, on eagles' wings upborne,
To heaven ascend :
I shall behold his face,
I shall his power adore,
And sing the wonders of his grace
For evermore.
5 THOUGH nature's strength decay,
And earth and hell withstand,
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
My way pursue.
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,
The Lord our righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of peace;
On Sion's sacred height
His kingdom still maintains,
And glorious with his saints in light
For ever reigns.
8 He keeps his own secure,
He guards them by his side,
Arrays in garments white and pure
His spotless bride:
With streams of sacred bliss,
With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of Paradise,
He still supplies.
9 DEFORE the great Three-One
They all exulting stand,
And tell the wonders he hath done,
Through all their land :
The listening spheres attend,
And swell the growing fame;
And sing, in songs which never end,
The wondrous name.
10 The God who reigns on high The great archangels sing; And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry,
Almighty King!
Who was and is the same,
And evermore shall be ;
Jehovah, Father, Great I AM,
We worship thee."
11 Before the Saviour's face
The ransomed nations bow;
O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace,
For ever new:
He shows his prints of love,-
They kindle to a flame!
And sound through all the worlds above
The slaughtered Lamb.
12 The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
"Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,"
They ever cry:
Hail, Abraham's God, and mine!
(I join the heavenly lays)
All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise.
"All his saints are in thy hand."
Deut. xxxiii. 3.
HOM Jesu's blood doth sanctify
Need neither sin nor fear;
Hid in our Saviour's hand we lie,
And laugh at danger near:
His guardian hand doth hold, protect,
And save, by ways unknown,
The little flock, the saints elect,
Who trust in him alone.
2 Our Prophet, Priest, and King, to thee
We joyfully submit ;
And learn, in meek humility,
Our lesson at thy feet:
Spirit and life thy words impart,
And blessings from above;
And drop in every listening heart
The manna of thy love.
802 "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength," &c.-Isa. xl. 31.
WAKE, our souls! away, our fears!
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,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
30 mighty God, thy matchless power
Is ever new, and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the ever-flowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as the eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire along the heavenly road.
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