2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, Creator and ruler o'er all; And we are his people, his sceptre we own; His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance prolong, 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, BER HYMN 154. L. M. Psalm c. EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 3 We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 5 Wide as the world is thy command, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, SON HYMN 155. III. 1. ONGS of praise the angels sang; 3 Heaven and earth must pass away: 6 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise their powers employ. CONTENTMENT. HYMN 156. C. M. FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne, let this, My humble prayer, arise: 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, The blessings of thy grace impart, 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. HYMN 157. L. M. BE still my heart, these anxious cares 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, 5 Though rough and thorny be the road, HE IN AFFLICTION. HYMN 158. C. M. EAR, gracious God, my humble moan, When will the mournful night be gone? 2 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy promise is my stay; Here would I rest till light returns, 3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace, O smile, and bid my sorrows cease, 4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And change these deep complaining sighs For songs of sacred praise. HYMN 159. II. 3. Psalm xlii. AS, panting in the sultry beam, The hart desires the cooling stream, So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, So longs my soul, O God, for thee; Athirst to taste thy living grace, And see thy glory, face to face. 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll; For many an evil voice is near, To chide my woe, and mock my fear; And silent memory weeps alone O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walk'd the happy round That 'circles Sion's holy ground, And gladly swell'd the choral lays, That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise, What time the hallow'd arches rung Responsive to the solemn song. 4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, Whom suppliants never sought in vain; Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away. HYMN 160. II. 3. A Compassionate High-Priest. WHEN gathering clouds around I view, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Still He, who felt temptation's power, Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, HYMN 161. L. M. Sanctified Affliction. LORD, unafflicted, undismay'd, In pleasure's path how long I stray'd: But thou hast made me feel thy rod, And turn'd my soul to thee, my God. 2 What though it pierced my fainting heart, I bless thy hand that caused the smart; It taught my tears awhile to flow, But saved me from eternal woe. |