MAINZER.

L. M.

JOSEPH MAINZER.

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Grace, pardon, and life.

1 FATHER of heaven, whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pardoning love extend.
2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quickening power extend.
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.

JOHN COOPER.

136 True worship every-where accepted.

1 0 THOU to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue;
2 Not now on Zion's height alone

The favored worshiper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart may rise

To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 0 Thou to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung,
To thee at last in every clime,
Shall temples rise and praise be sung.

JOHN PIERPONT.

SCOTCH TUNE, ARR, BY LOWELL Mason.

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Trembling aspiration.

10 THOU, whom all thy saints adore,
We now with all thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before
Thy glorious, awful Majesty.

2 We come, great God, to seek thy face,
And for thy loving-kindness wait;
And O how dreadful is this place!
'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate.
3 Tremble our hearts to find thee nigh;
To thee our trembling hearts aspire;

And lo! we see descend from high
The pillar and the flame of fire.

4 Still let it on the assembly stay,
And all the house with glory fill;
To Canaan's bounds point out the way,
And lead us to thy holy hill.

5 There let us all with Jesus stand,
And join the general Church above,
And take our seats at thy right hand,
And sing thine everlasting love.

CHARLES WESLEY.

1 ETERNAL Power, whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God,
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds!

2 Thee while the first archangel sings,
He hides his face behind his wings,
And ranks of shining thrones around
Fall worshiping, and spread the ground.
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too;
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High.

4 Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame,
And worms have learned to lisp thy name:
But O! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
5 God is in heaven, and men below:
Be short our tunes; our words be few:
A solemn reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

3 To us the sacred word apply With sovereign power and energy; And may we, in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear.

4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; Teach us to know and do thy will: Thy saving power and love display, And guide us to the realms of day.

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JOHN FAWCETT.

God revealed to faith.

1 NOT here, as to the prophet's eye, The Lord upon his throne appears; Nor seraphim responsive cry,

"Holy! thrice holy!" in our ears:

2 Yet God is present in this place,
Veiled in serener majesty;
So full of glory, truth, and grace,
That faith alone such light can see.

3 Nor, as he in the temple taught,

Is Christ within these walls revealed, When blind, and deaf, and dumb were brought,

Lepers and lame, and all were healed:

4 Yet here, when two or three shall meet,
Or thronging multitudes are found,
All may sit down at Jesus' feet,
And hear from him the joyful sound.

5 Send forth the seraphim, O Lord,
To touch thy servants' lips with fire;
Saviour, give them thy faithful word;
Come, Holy Ghost, their hearts inspire.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

WAUGH. S. M.

REV. RALPH HARRISON,

4.4

1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround his throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God,

But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

3 The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys,

That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas;

4 This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our Love;

He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above.

5 There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in:

6 Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

7 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow:

8 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

ISAAC WATTS, ALT. BY J. WESLEY.

42 Creating love and redeeming grace.

1 FATHER, in whom we live,

In whom we are, and move,

The glory, power, and praise receive Of thy creating love.

2 Let all the angel throng

Give thanks to God on high,

While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes to the sky.

8 Incarnate Deity,

Let all the ransomed race

Render in thanks their lives to thee,
For thy redeeming grace.

4 The grace to sinners showed,
Ye heavenly choirs proclaim,
And cry,
Salvation to our God,
Salvation to the Lamb!"

CHARLES WESLEY,

43 The sacrifice of praise.

1 WITH joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.

2 Before thy throne we bow,
O thou almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing,
3 While in thy house we kneel,
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

THOMAS JERVIS

MALVERN.

L. M.

LOWELL MASON.

44 The great Shepherd with his flock.
1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Dost dwell with those of humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.

1 0 THOU, our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Behold a cloud of incense rise;
The prayers of saints to heaven ascend,
Grateful, accepted sacrifice.

2 Regard our prayers for Zion's peace;
Shed in our hearts thy love abroad;
Thy gifts abundantly increase;
Enlarge, and fill us all with God.

3 Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go,
And guide into thy perfect will;
Cause us thy hallowed name to know;
The work of faith in us fulfill.

4 Help us to make our calling sure;
O let us all be saints indeed,
And pure, as thou thyself art pure,
Conformed in all things to our Head.

5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood: Thy blood shall wash us white as snow: Present us sanctified to God,

And perfected in love below.

CHARLES WESLEY.

WAVERTREE. L. M. 61.

W. SHORE.

1 Lo! God is here! let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place;
Let all within us feel his power,

And silent bow before his face;
Who know his power, his grace who prove,
Serve him with awe, with reverence love.
2 Lo! God is here! him day and night
United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest praises bring;
Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song,
Who praise thee with a stammering tongue.
3 Being of beings, may our praise

Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill; Still may we stand before thy face,

Stilt hear and do thy sovereign will; To thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice.

48 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth.

1 INFINITE God, to thee we raise
Our hearts in solemn songs of praise;
By all thy works on earth adored,
We worship thee, the common Lord;
The everlasting Father own,
And bow our souls before thy throne.
2 Thee all the choir of angels sings,
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings;
Cherubs proclaim thy praise aloud,
And seraphs shout the Triune God;
And "Holy, holy, holy," cry,

"Thy glory fills both earth and sky."
3 Father of endless majesty,
All might and love we render thee;
Thy true and only Son adore,
The same in dignity and power;
And God the Holy Ghost declare,
The saints' eternal Comforter.

CHARLES WESLEY. LOWELL MASON.

3 With open face and joyful heart,
We then shall see thee as thou art:
Our love shall never cease to glow,
Our praise shall never cease to flow.
4 Thy never-failing grace to prove,
A surety of thine endless love,
Send down thy Holy Ghost, to be
The raiser of our souls to thee.

SANTOLIUS VICTORINUS. TR. BY J. CHANDLBE.