3 And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.
4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!
5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and every grace;
But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.
6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great Sacred Three!
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.
"How excellent is thy loving kindness, O God."-Psalm xxxvi. 7.
AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, O how free!
2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
He sav'd me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness, O how great!
3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes;
Though earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness, O how strong!
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud;
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, O how good!
5 Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale;
Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail;
O! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!
7 Then let me mount and soar away,
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.
"I will trust and not be afraid."
AWAKE our souls, away our fears,
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 'tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r,
Is ever new, and ever young,
And firm endures while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.
"A man shall be as an hiding place L. M.
from the wind."-Isa. xxxii. 2.
AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake,
Re-tune thy strings for Jesu's sake;
The Saviour of his chosen race,
We sing our shield and hiding-place.
2 When God's right arm is bar'd for war,
And thunders clothe his cloudy car;
Where, where, Oh where shall man retire,
To escape the horrors of his ire?
3 'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly,
While the dread tempest passes by;
God sees his well-beloved's face,
And spares us in our hiding-place.
4 Thus while we dwell in this low scene,
The Lamb is our unfading screen ;
To him, though guilty, still we run,
And God still spares us in his Son.
5 Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake,
Re-tune thy strings for Jesu's sake;
The Saviour of his chosen race,
We sing our shield and hiding-place!
"The Father seeketh such to worship L. M.
AWAY from every mortal care,
Away from earth our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.
2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace
We see thy feet, and we adore;
We gaze upon thy lovely face,
And learn the wonders of thy power.
3 While here our various wants we mourn,
United groans ascend on high;
And prayer bears a quick return
Of blessings in variety.
4 If Satan rage and sin grow strong,
Here we receive some cheering word;
We gird the gospel armour on
To fight the battles of the Lord.
5 Or if our spirit faints and dies,
(Our conscience gall'd with inward stings)
Here doth the righteous sun arise
With healing beams beneath his wings.
6 Father! my soul would still abide
Within thy temple, near thy side;
But if my feet must hence depart,
Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.
"And he saith unto them, Why are ye P. M.
fearful?"-Matt. viii. 26.
WAY with our sorrow and fear,
Believers will soon be at home,
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come;
From earth we shall quickly remove,
Fly up to our native abode,
The house of our Father above,
The house of our covenant God.
2 If saints upon earth could conceive,
The bliss that in heaven they'll share, Contented this world they would leave, And cheerfully die to be there; For Christ is their light and their sun, On his throne they shall gloriously shine, With him everlastingly one,
And bright in his beauty divine.
3 "Tis good at thy word to be here,
"Tis better with thee to be gone,
And see thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share of thy throne.
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