2 The work which his goodness began,
The arm of his strength will complete ;
His promise is Yea, and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet :
Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below, nor above,
Can make him his purpose forego,
Or sever my soul from his love.
3 My name from the palms of his hands,
Eternity will not erase;
Imprest on his heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace :
Yes, I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy, but not more secure,
The glorified spirits in heaven.
HYMN CXXXII.
The Kingdom come.
WHEN shall we, supremely blest,
Enter into our glorious rest!
Partake the triumphs of the sky,
And holy, holy, holy, cry!
2 With all thy heavenly hosts, with all
Thy blessed saints, we then shall fall
And sing in extacy unknown,
And praise thee on thy dazzling throne.
3 Honour, and majesty, and power,
And thanks, and blessing evermore,
Thou, Lord, art worthy to receive,
Who dost through endless ages live.
4 For thou hast bid the creatures be,
They still subsist to pleasure thee;
From thee they came, to thee they tend,
Their gracious source, their glorious end!
HYMN CXXXIII.
1 OURCE of light and power divine,
Deign upon thy truth to shine;
Lord, behold thy servant stands,
Lo, to thee he lifts his hands:
Satisfy his soul's desire,
Touch his lips with holy fire!
Source of light and power divine,
Deign upon thy truth to shine.
2 Breathe thy Spirit, so shall fall
Unction sweet upon us all;
Till, by odours scatter'd round,
Christ himself be trac'd and found:
Then shall every raptur'd heart,
Rich in peace and joy depart;
Source of light and power divine,
Deign upon thy truth to shine!
HYMN CXXXIV.
A Morning Hymn.
NHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-spring from on high be near,
Day-star in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see:
Till thou inward light impart,
Glad mine eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiancy divine,
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
1 WHAT though my frail eyelids refuse
Continual watching to keep
And punctual as midnight renews,
Demand the refreshment of sleep;
A sovereign protector I have,
Unseen, yet for ever at hand,
Unchangeably faithful to save;
Almighty to rule and command.
2 From evil secure, and it's dread,
I rest, if my Saviour is nigh,
And songs his kind presence indeed,
Shall in the night season supply;
He smiles, and my comforts abound,
His grace as the dew shall descend,
And walls of salvation surround,
The soul he delights to defend.
3 Kind author and ground of my hope,
Thee, thee, for my God I avow,
My glad Ebenezer set up,
And own thou hast help'd me till now;
muse on the years that are past,
Wherein my defence thou hast prov'd,
Nor wilt thou relinquish at last,
A sinner so signally lov'd!
NSPIRER and hearer of prayer,
Thou feeder and guardian of thine,
My all, to thy covenant care,
I sleeping and waking resign;
If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me,
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
2 Thy ministering spirits descend,
To watch while thy saints are asleep,
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep :
Bright seraphs dispatch'd from the throne,
Repair to the stations assign'd,
And angels elect are sent down,
To guard the elect of mankind.
3 Thy worship no interval knows,
Their fervour is still on the wing;
And while they protect my repose,
They chaunt to the praise of my King:
I too at the season ordain'd,
Their chorus for ever shall join;
And love, and adore, without end,
Their faithful Creator, and mine.
HYMN CXXXVII.
The Rock of Ages.
ROCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from it's guilt and power!
2 Not the labour of my hands,
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone!
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath---
When my eye-strings break in death---
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