3. Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
For thou wilt purge the guilty stain,
And wash away the crimson dye.
4 Blest is the man, who near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we at humble distance taste
The vast delight thy worship gives.
P. M. 8s. 7s.
Surrounding the Mercy Seat.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and fond desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above, proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined:
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause;
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws.
Lord! with favour still attend us,
Bless us with thy wond'rous love;
Thou our sun and shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.
1 AWAKE, our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail ;
Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.
2 Behold the portal wide display'd,
The building strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.
3 Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door :
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.
4 O, may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,
All travelling through one beauteous gate To one eternal home!
1 FAR from these scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 There sickness never comes,
There grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And purest pleasure reigns.
3 No strife, nor envy there
The sons of peace molest;
But harmony, and love sincere,
Fill every happy breast.
4 No cloud those regions know,
For ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.
5 There night is never known,
Nor sun's faint sickly ray;
But glory from th' eternal throne
Spreads everlasting day.
6 O may this prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love! And lively faith and strong desire Bear every thought above.
Forgiver of Sin. Mal. ix. 2. Coloss. i. 14. Psa. ciii. 3.
1 WHAT saving power, what grace divine,
To Jesus doth belong;
Jesus, the most delightful theme
Of each believer's song.
2 'Tis the divine prerogative
Of him whom we adore,
Pardon and endless life to give,
To souls condemn'd before.
3 His miracles his power proclaim,
His grace, in them express'd,
Invites the weak and helpless soul
Beneath his care to rest.
4 "Be of good cheer," the Saviour cries,
"Behold thy sins forgiven;"
And straight the pardon ratifies,
And seals our peace with heaven.
5 Sinners with pleasing wonder hear
Salvation's joyful sound!
While hope and love their breasts inspire,
His praises they resound.
1 FATHER in heaven! thy sacred name
In hallowed strains be sung;
Thy kingdom spread o'er all the earth;
Thy praise fill every tongue.
2 By happy spirits round thy throne,
As thy commands are done,
So be thy perfect will obey'd
By all beneath the sun.
3 Our numerous wants are known to thee, Who canst alone supply;
O grant each day, our daily bread,
Nor other good deny!
4 Forgive our sins, as we forgive
The wrongs that others do;
Nor let temptations press around,
Lest we those sins renew.
5 Thou art our safety and defence,
When dangers threat'ning stand;
O turn aside impending ills,
With thy almighty hand!
6 Thy sceptre all creation sways;
Thy power knows no control;
Thy matchless glory shall endure,
While endless ages roll.
The bounties of Providence acknowledged. Matt. iv. 45.
1 FATHER of light! we sing thy name,
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy power and love display.
2 Fountain of good! from thee proceeds,
In copious drops, the genial rain,
Which o'er the hills, and through the meads,
Revives the grass, and swells the grain.
3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread;
Yet thousands of our guilty race,
Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Neglect thy law, reject thy grace.
4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But what thy liberal hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer.
5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in richer drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O God! enjoy'd by all.
Blessing of Christ's Kingdom. Psa. lxxii.
1 HAIL to the Lord's anointed!
Great David's greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
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