HYMN 111. L. M. [#]
Opening of Service.
1 O GOD of grace, before thy throne,
Thy suppliants bow with holy fear;
Those thou art pleased to call thy own
Invoke thy sacred presence here.
2 Kind Source of light, thy blessing grant ;
Bestow on us thy cheering rays;
Supply our varied mental want,
And thus inspire our hearts to praise.
3 Send thy good Spirit from above,
To dissipate the darksome gloom;
Sweet emanation of thy love,
To these desiring bosoms come.
4 Give to thy word successful course,
And spread the triumphs of thy name;
May truth exhibit all her force,
And put the lying lip to shame.
5 And, while we worship at thy feet,
Where prostrate angels do adore,
Give us in fellowship to meet,
To sing thy grace, and speak thy power.
HYMN 112. L. M. [#]
God's Assistance in Worship.
1 GRANT us a visit, dearest Lord,
In gentle streams of grace descend
Open the treasures of thy word,
From every sin thy church defend.
2 Thy branches bend, thou living Vine,
Člusters of fruit to us impart :
O may our joys be all divine,
May heavenly love fill every heart!
3 In unity may we abound,
Thy wisdom with our zeal combine,
And joyful sing on heavenly ground,
And keep the golden path divine.
4 O may our worship, Lord, to-day,
Accepted be in Jesus' name;
Whether we preach, or sing, or pray,
May love be all the sacred flame.
1 O THOU, whose power the mountains formed,
And made the sea its bed;
Who sat the raging waves their bound,
And all their caverns hid;
2 The mountains thy commands obey;
The seas thy power confess;
Thou dost their caverns deep survey,
And every dark recess.
3 O'er mountains of our sins, O Lord,
Wilt thou thy hand extend,
And to thy gracious, pardoning word,
Their lofty summits bend.
4 And, o'er the raging seas of guilt,
May thy rich grace abound,
While in the blood which Jesus spilt
Each angry wave is drowned.
5 In darkest caverns of the heart
Wilt thou thy light display,
And to the mental eye impart
Thy own eternal day.
1 LORD, from thy holy hill descend,
And bless thy children here;
From doubts and unbelief defend,
And banish all our fear.
2 May sacred streams from thy right hand
Flow gently in our way;
And, by thine all-preserving hand,
Forbid our feet to stray.
3 With single eyes may we behold
The beauties of thy grace;
To us thy mysteries unfold;
Reveal thy lovely face.
4 O make this day a jubilee,
Make known thy sacred word;
From bondage set thy captives free,
That they may love thee, Lord.
HYMN 115. H. M. [#]
Success of the Gospel.
1 GREAT God, to thee we pray;
Show thy refulgent face,
Sinners convert to thee,
And save them by thy grace:
The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.
2 When thoughtless mortals feel
The great Jehovah's rod,
Then to their souls reveal
The mercy of a God:
The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.
3 Turn the self-righteous train
From their delusive dreams;
Cause them to fly from sin,
And wash in Calvary's streams :
The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.
Prayer for young Persons.
1 Now may fervent prayer arise,
Winged with faith, and reach the skies;
Fervent prayer will bring us down
Gracious answers from the throne.
2 Let the minds of all our youth
Feel the force of sacred truth
;
While the gospel call they hear,
May they learn to love and fear.
3 Where thou hast thy work begun,
Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, clouds, and fears
Wipe away the mourner's tears.
4 Bless us all, both old and young;
Call forth praise from every tongue;
Let the whole assembly prove
All thy power and all thy love.
HYMN 117. 8 & 7's. M. [b]
Fount of Blessings.
1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Sacred mount, O fix me on it,Mount of God's unchanging love. 3 Here I find my richest treasure ; Hither by thy grace I'm come, And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
4 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
5 O, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering soul to thee.
6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God of love;
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