We lift our hearts and voices
With blest anticipation,
And cry aloud,
And give to God
The praise of our salvation.
2 While in affliction's furnace,
And passing through the fire,
Thy love we praise,
Which knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher.
We clap our hands exulting
In thine almighty favour;
The love divine
Which made us thine
Shall keep us thine for ever. 3 Thou dost conduct thy people Through torrents of temptation, Nor will we fear,
While thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.
The world with sin and Satan In vain our march opposes, Through thee we shall Break through them all, And sing the song of Moses. 4 By faith we see the glory
To which thou shalt restore us,
The cross despise
For that high prize
Which thou hast set before us.
And if thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see thee stand
At God's right hand,
To take us up to heaven.
1 THE name we still acknowledge
That burst our bonds in sunder,
And loudly sing
Our conquering King,
In songs of joy and wonder.
In every day's deliverance
Our Jesus we discover;
'Tis be! 'tis he!
That smote the sea,
And led us safely over.
2 In sin and Satan's onsets
He still our souls secures,
Our guardian God
Looks through the cloud,
And baffles our pursuers:
He fights his peoples' battles,
Omnipotently glorious,
He fights alone,
And makes his own
O'er earth and hell victorious.
3 Partakers of his triumph,
In vehement expectation
We now stand still,
To prove his will,
And see his great salvation;
With violent faith and patience
To seize the kingdom given,
The purchased rest
In Jesu's breast,
The inheritance of heaven.
NAFE in the fiery furnace,
1S Joyful in tribulation,
My soul adores
With all its powers
The God of my salvation.
Kept by the strength of Jesus,
Almighty to deliver,
I find his name
Is still the same,
A tower that stands for ever.
2 I see stretched out to save me
The arm of my Redeemer ;
That arm shall quell
The powers of hell,
And silence the blasphemer.
I render thee the glory,
I know thou wilt deliver;
But let me rise
Above the skies,
And praise thy love for ever.
SAFE stronghold our God is still,
A trusty shield and weapon;
He'll help us clear from all the ill
That hath us now o'ertaken.
The ancient prince of hell
Hath risen with purpose fell;
Strong mail of craft and power
He weareth in this hour,
On earth is not his fellow.
2 With force of arms we nothing can,
Full soon were we down-ridden;
But for us fights the proper Man,
Whom God himself hath bidden.
Ask ye, Who is this same ?
Christ Jesus is his name,
The Lord Sabaoth's Son;
He, and no other one,
Shall conquer in the battle.
3 And were this world all devils o'er,
And watching to devour us,
We lay it not to heart so sore;
Not they can overpower us.
And let the prince of ill
Look grim as e'er he will,
He harms us not a whit :
For why? His doom is writ ;
A word shall quickly slay him.
4 God's word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger,
But, spite of hell, shall have its course;
"Tis written by his finger.
And though they take our life,
Goods, honour, children, wife,
Yet is their profit small;
These things shall vanish all,
The city of God remaineth.
10, labour on; spend, and be spent,
Thy joy to do the Father's will;
It is the way the Master went,
Should not the servant tread it still ?
2 Go labour on; 'tis not for nought,
Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
The Master praises; what are men?
3 Go labour on, while it is day,
The world's dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away;
It is not thus that souls are won.
4 Men die in darkness at your side
Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch, and wave it wide,
The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
5 Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray;
Be wise, the erring soul to win ;
Go forth into the world's high way,
Compel the wanderer to come in.
6 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight peal, Behold I come!
"Not slothful in business; fervent in
spirit, &c."-Romans xii. 11.
1 THEIR earthly task who fail to do,
Neglect their heavenly business too;
Nor know what faith and duty mean,
Who use religion as a screen,
Asunder put what God hath joined,
A diligent and pious mind.
2 Full well the labour of our hands
With ferveney of spirit stands;
For God, who all our days hath given,
From toil excepts but one in seven:
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