But thou all thy power shalt show,
And slay its last remains;
Thou hast conquer'd my desire,
Thou shalt quench it with thy blood; Fill me with a purer fire,
And make me all like God. /
Firmament.] HYMN 298. L. M.
HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns (a shining frame)
Their great Original proclaim;
Th' unwearied sun from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
3 What though in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
Cookham.] HYMN 299. 4 lines 7's.
ESUS comes with all his grace,
JESUS comes all en race,
Object of our glorious hope,
Jesus comes to lift us up!
2 Let the living stones cry out;
Let the sons of Abraham shout:
Praise we all our lowly King:
Give him thanks; rejoice and sing.
3 He hath our salvation wrought;
He our captive souls hath bought:
He hath reconcil'd to God:
He hath wash'd us in his blood.
4 We are now his lawful right;
Walk as children of the light:
We shall soon obtain the grace,
Pure in heart to see his face.
5 We shall gain our calling's prize;
After God we all shall rise,
Fill'd with joy, and love, and peace,
Perfected in holiness.
6 Let us then rejoice in hope,
Steadily to Christ look up:
Trust to be redeem'd from sin,
Wait, till he appear within.
7 Fools and madmen let us be,
Yet is our sure trust in thee:
Faithful is the promis'd word,
We shall all be as our Lord.
8 Hasten, Lord, the perfect day:
Let thy every servant say,
"I have now obtain'd the pow'r,
Born of God, to sin no more."
Newry.] HYMN 300. L. M.
JESUS, full of truth and grace,
O all-atoning Lamb of God,
I wait to see thy lovely face,
I seek redemption in thy blood!
2 Now in thy strength I strive with thee, My friend and advocate with God; Give me the glorious liberty,
Grant me the purchase of thy blood. 3 Thou art the anchor of my hope, The faithful promise I receive; Surely thy death shall raise me up, For thou hast died that I might live.
4 Satan with all his arts, no more
Me from the Gospel hope can move; I shall receive the gracious pow'r, And find the pearl of perfect love.
5 My flesh, which cries, "it cannot be," Shall silence keep before the Lord; And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee At Jesu's everlasting word.
Alfreton.] HYMN 301. L. M.
1 COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above!
Assist me with thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyself prepare the place.
2 O let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free; Which pants to have no other will, But night and day to feast on thee.
3 While in this region here below,
No other good will I pursue:
I'll bid this world of noise and show,
With all its glitt'ring snares, adieu.
4 That path with humble speed I'll seek,
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine,
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak,
Of any other love but thine.
5 Henceforth may no profane delight
Divide this consecrated soul;
Possess it thou, who hast the right,
As Lord and Master of the whole.
6 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But thy pure love within my breast;
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.
Camberwell.] HYMN 302. S. M.
HE thing my God doth hate,
That I no more may do,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,
And all my soul renew:
My soul shall then, like thine,
Abhor the thing unclean,
And sanctify'd by love divine,
For ever cease from sin.
That blessed law of thine,
Jesus, to me impart;
The Spirit's law of life divine,
O write it in my heart!
Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne'er remove,
The law of liberty from sin,
And sweetly every moment draw
My happy soul to thee.
Soul of my soul remain,
Who didst for all fulfil,
In me, O Lord, fulfil again
Thy heavenly Father's will.
Mount Tabor.] HYMN 303. C. M.
FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free!
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for me.
2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne:
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
30 for a lowly contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean!
Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within.
4 A heart in every thought renew'd,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy tender heart is still the same,
And melts at human wo;
Jesus, for thee distress'd I am,
I want thy love to know.
6 My heart, thou know'st, can never rest,
Till thou create my peace,
Till of my Eden repossess'd;
From ev'ry sin I cease.
7 Fruit of thy gracious lips, on me Bestow that peace unknown,
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