2 Let me with light and truth be blest,
To guide me safely in Thy way:
Till on Thy holy hill 1 rest,
And in Thy sacred temple pray.
3 Then to Thine altar will I go,
To Thee my God, my only joy;
My grateful heart with love shall glow,
While songs of praise my lips employ.
4 Then why cast down my soul, and why
So much oppress'd with doubt and fear?
On God, thy God. for help rely;
His grace the troubled heart will cheer.
1 My God the covenant of Thy love
Abides for ever sure,
And in its wond'rous grace we feel
Our happiness secure.
2 What though our house be not with Thee
As nature could desire,
To nobler joys than nature gives
Thy children all aspire.
3 Since Thou, the everlasting God,
Our Father art become;
Jesus our Saviour, and our Friend,
And heav'n our final home;
4 We welcome all Thy sovereign will
For all Thy will is love;
And when we know not what Thou dost,
We wait, for all is love.
5 Thy covenant in the darkest days
Shall heav'nly light impart,
And be our theme of endless praise,
When all things else depart.
1 My God! my Father! while I stray,
Far from my home, in life's rough way,
Oh! teach me from my heart to say
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done.
2 Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
I'll breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done.
3 If Thou should'st call me to resign
What I most prize; it ne'er was mine,
I only yield Thee what is Thine,
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done.
4 What though in lonely grief I sigh,
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done.
5 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away,
All that now makes it hard to say
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done.
1 Now in a song of grateful praise,
To Jesus, Lord, the voice we'll raise;
With all His saints we'll join to tell,
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
2 All worlds His glorious power confess,
His wisdom all His works express;
But, O His love!-what tongue can tell
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
3 And since our souls have known His love,
His mercies hath He made us prove,
Mercies which all our praise excel;
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
4 Though many fiery flaming darts
The tempter levels at our hearts,
With this we all his rage repel,
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
5 And when on Angel's wings we rise,
And join the anthems of the skies,
This note our loudest song shall swell,
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
1 Now begin the heavenly theme,
Sing of Mercy's healing stream!
Ye who Jesu's kindness prove,
Sing of His redeeming love.
2 Ye who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls' refrain your tears,
Trembling hearts! dismiss your
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancelled by redeeming love.
4 Welcome, all by sin oppressed,
Welcome all to Jesu's rest!
Nothing but redeeming love.
Brought Him from the throne above,
1 Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Can give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the Lamb of God,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler blood,
And richer price than they.
3 By faith I'd lay my hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While, like a penitent, I stand,
And there confess my sin.
To see the curse remove :
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.
I Now another year is flown.
And is now no more our own;
But each year, let none forget,
Finds and leaves us deep in debt.
2 Favours from the Lord receiv'd,
Sins that have His Spirit griev'd,
Mark'd by God's unerring hand,
In His book recorded stand.
3 We have nothing, Lord, to pay,-
Take, O take, our guilt away;
Self-condemn'd, on Thee we call,
Freely, Lord, forgive us all.
4 If we see another year,
May we spend it in thy fear;
All its days devote to Thee,
Living for eternity!
1 Oh! magnify the Lord,
The Lord who reigns above;
Let every tongue with one accord
Proclaim his work of love.
2 Oh! magnify the Lord,
The Lord who reigns on high;
Who mindful of His gracious word,
Gave His own Son to die.
3 Oh! magnify the Lord,
To whom our thanks are due,
The best of gifts His hands afford,
His love 'tis ever new.
10 BLESSED Jesus! Lamb of God! Who hast redeem'd us by thy blood,
From sin, and death, and shame ;
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