6 But, ah, how blind, how weak we are!
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care,
We ask thy spirit for our guide.
7 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.
HYMN XV. Short Metre.
Triumph over Death.
1 AND must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes
So put it on afresh.
S Christ, my Redeemer, lives,
And often from the skies,
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.
4 Array'd in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape, and every face Look heavenly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.
6 O Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die;
They view thé triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
HYMN XIV. Long Metre. * or b
Christ our Example.
1 AND is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife;
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.
3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heavenly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright.
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.
6 But, ah, how blind, how weak we are !
How frail, how apt to turn aside !
Lord, we depend upon thy care,
We ask thy spirit for our guide.
7 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.
HYMN XV. Short Metre. * or b
Triumph over Death.
1 AND must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes
So put it on afresh.
S Christ, my Redeemer, lives,
And often from the skies,
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.
4 Array'd in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape, and every face
Look heavenly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.
6 O Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.
HYMN XVI. Common Metre. * or b
1 AND now, my soul, another year
Of my short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last.
2 Much of my dubious life is done,
Nor will return again;
And swift my passing moments run,
The few that yet remain.
3 Awake, my soul, with utmost care,
Thy true condition learn;
What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?
And what thy chief concern ?
4 With the new year, which now begins,
Begin thy race for heaven;
Repent of all thy former sins,
Reform, and be forgiven.
5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,
To him thyself commend;
With zeal pursue the heavenly road,
Nor doubt a happy end.
HYMN XVII. All Sevens Metre. *
The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
1 ANGELS, roll the stone away,
Death, give up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Shining in immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour, angels raise
Your triumphant song of praise ;
Let the heavens' remotest bound
Hear the joy inspiring sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise;
Mark his progress through the sky,
To the radiant world on high.
4 Heaven displays her crystal gate;
Enter in thy royal state;
King of glory, mount thy throne,
'Tis thy Father's and thy own.
5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Strike with awe your golden lyres;
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be loud and strong.
6 To the listening nations tell,
Sin o'erthrown, and vanquish'd heil.
Where is death's once dreaded king!
Where, O monster, is thy sting!
HYMN XVIII. Long Metre. * or b
The Sabbath.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done!
Another Sabbath is begun!
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day that God has bless'd.
2 Come, praise the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to weary minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
3 O that our thoughts and thanks
As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he who feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.
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