464.

"Spirit of Power and Might."

1 SPIRIT of power and might, behold A world by sin destroyed!

Creator Spirit, as of old,

Move on the formless void.

2 Give thou the word: that healing sound
Shall quell the deadly strife,
And earth again, like Eden crowned,
Produce the tree of life.

3 If sang the morning stars for joy
When nature rose to view,

What strains will angel harps employ
When thou shalt all renew!

4 And if the sons of God rejoice

To hear a Saviour's name,
How will the ransomed raise their voice,

To whom that Saviour came!

5 Lo! every kindred, tongue, and tribe,
Assembling round the throne,
The new creation shall ascribe
To sovereign love alone.

999. "The sons of God.”—Rom. 8: 19–28.
1 THE whole creation groans and waits
Till we, who love thee, Lord,
Shall stand within thy temple gates,
And shine, the sons of God.

2 The sons of God,-how bright they shine! No mortal eye can see;

We, sinners, shall be made divine!

We shall be one with thee!

3 One with the Lord and all his saints!
Thy nature in our own!
Thy crown our rich inheritance!
Heirs to thy royal throne!

4 Thy throne no joy to us would bring,
If we from thee were riven;
For all our joy is in our King,
And thou art all our heaven.

1038. A

"Mark ye well her bulwarks."

1 Он, where are kings and empires now,
Of old that went and came?
But, Lord, thy church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements,
And her foundations strong;
We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

3 For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy church, O God!
Though earthquake shocks are threat-
ening her,

And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,

Immovable she stands,

A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

1246. "Ile, being dead, yet speaketh."

Heb. 11.

1 RISE, O my soul, pursue the path By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men,

Who lived and walked with God.

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live;

Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds
Still fresh instruction give.

1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they are! And, like a raging flood,

They break our duty, Lord, to thec,

And force us from our God.

2 The waves of trouble-how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There to fulfill his sweet commands
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our wingéd zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his grace,
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

5 For ever his dear, sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and salvation be

The close of every song.

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

3 Then, though the grave my flesh devour, And hold me for its prey,

I know my sleeping dust shall rise
On the last judgment-day.

4 I, in my flesh, shall see my God,
When he on earth shall stand;
I shall with all his saints ascend
To dwell at his right hand.
5 Then shall he wipe all tears away,
And hush the rising groan;

And pains and sighs and griefs and fears
Shall ever be unknown.

1275. “

"Them also which sleep in Jesus."
1 Thess. 4: 14-17.

1 As Jesus died and rose again,
Victorious, from the dead;

So his disciples rise, and reign With their triumphant Head. 2 The time draws nigh, when, from the clouds,

Christ shall with shouts descend; And the last trumpet's awful voice

The heavens and earth shall rend.

3 Then they who live shall changéd be, And they who sleep shall wake; The graves shall yield their ancient charge,

And earth's foundation shake.

4 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly host with praises loud
Shall meet them in the sky.

5 Together to their Father's house
With joyful hearts they go:
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
Beyond the reach of woe.

260. The Mystery of Christ's Love.-Isaiah 27: 5.
1 0 THOU, who hast redeemed of old,
And bidst me of thy strength lay hold,
And be at peace with thee,
Help me thy benefits to own,
And hear me tell what thou hast done,
O dying Lamb! for me.

2 Love, only love, thy heart inclined,
And brought thee, Saviour of mankind,
Down from thy throne above;
Love made my God a Man of grief,
Distressed thee sore for my relief:
Oh, mystery of Love!

3 As thou hast loved and died for me,
So grant me, Saviour, love to thee,

And gladly I resign

Whate'er I have, whate'er I am :
My life be all with thine the same,
And all thy death be mine.

3 Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou, with clouds, shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom?

4 O Saviour, then my soul receive, Then bid me in thy presence live,

And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love.

554. Surrender to the Love of God.

1 LORD, thou hast won; at length I yield;
My heart, by mighty grace compelled,
Surrenders all to thee:
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love!
Love conquers even me.

2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been:
But mercy has my heart subdued:
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed,
And now, I hate my sin.

3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone; Come, take possession of thine own, For thou hast set me free: Released from Satan's hard command, See all my powers in waiting stand, To be employed by thee.