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Slateford.] HYMN 593. 6 lines 6's & 7's. 1 row weak the thoughts and vain,
Of self-deluded men ! Men who, fix'd to earth alone,
Think their houses shall endure ; Fondly call their lands their own,
To their distant heirs secure. 2 How happy then are we,
Who build, O Lord, on thee! What can our foundation shock?
Though the shatter'd earth remove, Stands our city on a rock,
On the Rock of heavenly Love. 3 A house we call our own,
Which cannot be o'erthrown: In the general ruin sure,
Storms and earthquakes it defies ; Built immoveably secure;
Built eternal in the skies. 4 High on Immanuel's land,
We see the fabric stand; From a tottering world remove,
To our steadfast mansion there :
Cannot pass from heir to heir.
Rise, our permanent abode ;
Purchas'd by the blood of God. 6 O might we quickly find
The place for us design'd!
Of our full redemption here!
1 High on thy great white throne,
O King of Saints, come down ! In the New Jerusalem,
Now triumphantly descend ; Let the final trump proclaim
Joys begun which ne'er shall end.
Triumph.] HYMN 594. P. M. 1 VORSHIP, and thanks, and blessing, Jesus alone Defends his own,
When earth and hell oppress us.
Almighty to deliver ;
And reigns a King for ever. 2 Omnipotent Redeemer,
Our ransom'd souls adore thee; Our Saviour Thou, We find it now,
And give thee all the glory. We sing thine arm unshorten'd,
Brought through our sore temptation : With heart and voice In thee rejoice,
The God of our salvation.
A way no more expected,
By crystal walls protected.
Thine hand our lives did cover,
And march'd triumphant over. 4 Thy works we now acknowledge,
Thy wond'rous loving-kindness,
And smote our foes with blindness :
By Satan's host surrounded,
Thou didst with patience arm us, But woulust not give The Syrians leave,
Or Sodom's sons to harm us.
5 The world's and Satan's malice
Thou, Jesus, hast confounded,
Our happy souls resounded.
We triumph in thy favour,
Shall praise thy name for ever.
Pensford.] HYMN 595. 8 lines 7's & 6's.
THO is this gigantic foe
Overlooks the crowd below,
In brazen armour strong ?
On his sword and spear relies :
And all their force defies.
2 Tallest of the earth-born race,
They tremble at his power ;
And own him conqueror.
Nature answers from within ; "He is my own wickedness,
My own besetting sin.
I with the monster fight,
But Jesus is my might :
Mindful of his mercies past,
Stili I trust the same to prove ;
On his redeeming love.
To fight the Philistine ;
And I shall conquer sin;
Trust in an Almighty Lord;
For he hath spoke the word. 5 In the strength of God I rise,
I run to meet my foe;
And lays the giant low :
Slings the sin-destroying stone ;
And brings the monster down. 6 Rise, ye men of Israel, rise,
Your rcated foe pursue ; Shout his praises to the skies,
Who conquers sin for you : Jesus doth for you appear,
He his conquering grace affords; Saves you not with sword or spear :
The battle is the Lord's. Every day the Lord of Hosts
His mighty power displays; Stills the proud Philistine's boast,
The threat’ning Gittite slays : Israel's God let all below
Conqu’ror over sin proclaim ; O that all the earth might know
The power of Jesu's name!
Oiley.] HYMN 596. 4 lines 7's. 1
JEFirmiyagrounded upon thee; Never by thy work abide,
Never in thy wounds reside? 2 O how wavering is my mind!
Toss'd about with every wind !
From the living God depart! 3 Jesus, let my nature feel,
Thou art God unchangeable :
Speak into my soul thy Name, 4 Grant that every moment I
May believe, and feel thee nigh,
'Stablish'd with abiding grace. 5 Plant, and root, and fix in me
All the mind that was in thee;
Jesu's is a quiet mind.
Always even, always still ;
Jesu's is a gentle mind. 7 I shall suffer, and fulfil
All my Father's gracious will;
Jesu's is a patient mind.
Perfect love shall cast out fear;
Jesu's is a noble mind.
I shall have no power to sin ;