2 Exalted high on ev'ry shore,
The banner of the Cross unfurl'd,
Shall summon thousands to adore
The Saviour of a fallen world.
3 E'en now they join Thy pilgrim band,
And, by that sacred standard led,
Press forward to Immanuel's land,
Nor fear the thorny path to tread.
4 Triumphant over ev'ry foe,
Their ransom'd numbers shall move on
To that blest land, where sin or woe
Shall never mingle with their song.
HYMN LXXVIII.
GOD, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found;
And there they stand on hallow'd ground.
2 Here
may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care!
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The glories of Thy saving Name!
3 O Saviour! let thy power be felt,
And cause the stubborn heart to melt;
And let the wounded spirit know
That Thou art near, to heal her woe!
4 Lord, we are weak, but Thou art near;
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear:
O rend the heav'ns, come quickly down,
And make each sinner's heart thine own!
HE angel comes! he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord;
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep,
Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves, to bide
The fire of vengeance, bound-
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Chok'd the fair crop around?
3 And who are they, reserv'd in store
God's treasure-house to fill-
The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore,
Amid surrounding ill?
4 O King of Mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In thy destroying angel's hour
O gather us to Thee!
! from the world's vile slavery,
Almighty Saviour, set us free;
And as our treasure is above,
Be there our thoughts, be there our love! 2 But oft, alas! too well we know
Our thoughts, our love, are fix'd below; In ev'ry lifeless prayer we find The heart unmov'd, the absent mind. 3 What can that frozen bosom move That melts not at a Saviour's love? What can that sluggish spirit raise That will not sing the Saviour's praise?
4 Lord, draw our best affections hence,
Above this world of sin and sense;
Cause them to soar beyond the skies,
And rest not, till to Thee we rise!
HYMN LXXXI. c. M.
1 THE Lord of Might from Sinai's brow
Gave forth his voice of thunder;
And Israel lay on earth below,
Outstretch'd in fear and wonder:
Beneath his feet was pitchy night,
And at his left hand, and his right,
The rocks were rent asunder!
2 The Lord of Love, on Calvary,
A meek and suff'ring stranger,
Uprais'd to heaven his languid eye,
In nature's hour of danger:
For us He bore the weight of woe,
For us He gave his blood to flow,
And met his Father's anger!
3 The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might,
The King of all created,
Shall back return, to claim his right,
On clouds of glory seated;
With trumpet sound, and angel-song,
And hallelujahs loud and long,
O'er death and hell defeated!
HYMN LXXXII.
TAND up and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice;
Stand up and bless the Lord your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice!
Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy Name,
And laud, and magnify?
O for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our mind inspire,
And wing to heav'n our thought!
God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaim'd,
With all our ransom'd powers!
HYMN LXXXIII.
bow'd with woe,
our heads are
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of David, hear!
2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Gracious Son of David, hear!
3 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of David, hear!
4 Thou the shame, the grief hast known,
Though the sins were not thine own;
Thou hast deign'd their load to bear:
Gracious Son of David, hear!
THE dove, let loose in eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops her wing to earth, nor flies
Where idler warblers roam :
2 But high she shoots, through air and light, Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
3 So grant me, Lord, from ev'ry stain
Of sinful passion free,
Aloft, through heav'n's serener air,
To steer my course to Thee;
4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings!
HYMN LXXXV. P. M.
1 LIFE nor death shall us dissever
From His love who reigns for ever;
Will he fail us? Never! never!
When to Him we cry!
2 No, His might shall still defend us,
And His blessed Son befriend us,
And His Holy Spirit send us,
Comfort ere we die !
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