O Saviour, warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue,
And let the joys of heaven impart
Their spirit to our song.
Sorrow and pain, and every care,
And every toil shall cease,
And perfect joy and love sincere
Adorn the reign of peace.
The soul, from sin forever free,
Shall feel its sting no more,
Awake, my soul, to sound his praise,
Awake, my tongue, to sing;
Join all my powers the song to raise,"
And grateful tribute bring.
Among the people of his care,
And through the nations round,
Glad songs of praise will I prepare,
And there his name resound.
Be thou exalted, O our God,
Above the starry frame;
But crown'd with light, and blest of thee, Diffuse thy heavenly grace abroad,
And teach the world thy name.
Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, So shall we in thy truth rejoice,
Our feeble notes inspire,
Till in thy blissful courts above, We join the angel-choir.
Rejoice, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes thy cause his own;
Reliance on his holy word
Cannot be overthrown.
Though many foes beset thy road,
And feeble is thine arm,
Thy life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.
Weak as thou art, thou shalt not faint,
Or fainting, shalt not die;
The hope and strength of every saint,
Will aid thee from on high.
He who all trials overcame,
Still watcheth over thee;
And, trusting in his blessed name,
Triumphant thou shalt be.
Fountain of mercy! God of love!
How rich thy bounties are!
The varied seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
The Spring's sweet breath, O Lord, was thine,
All nature to renew;
With angel-hosts above;
And sinners hear thy gracious voice, And taste redeeming love.
O, for a thousand tongues, to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my Lord and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,-
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
He speaks, and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Come, ye who know and fear the Lord,
And raise your thoughts above;
Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that God is Love.
This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Thou gav'st the summer's sun to shine, The Saviour of mankind appears,
And sent the rain and dew.
Thy wondrous mercies from above,
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
We own and bless thy gracious sway
Which everywhere prevails;
Seed-time and harvest, night nor day,
Nor mercy, ever fails.
To show that God is Love.
In all his doings, he displayed
The spirit of the dove;
For those who injured him, he prayed,
To show that God is Love.
With him at last mankind shall reign
In brighter worlds above,
And in each pure and holy strain,
Will sing that God is Love.
My God! my Father! blissful name!
O may I call thee mine!
May I, with full assurance, claim
A portion so divine!
This can my every fear control,
And bid my sorrows fly;
What harm can ever reach my soul,
Beneath my Father's eye!
Whate'er thy holy will denies
I freely would resign;
For thou art good, and just and wise;
O bend my will to thine.
If pain and sorrow rend this frame,
And life almost depart,
Thy mercy ever is the same,
To cheer my drooping heart.
Though dark thy ways, O may we own
That they are always right,
And feel that hope in thee alone,
Is precious in thy sight.
We eat, dear Lord, the broken bread,
And drink the flowing wine;
And at thy table here outspread,
Partake of joys divine.
The broken bread! thy body here
In emblem is expressed;
Thy living grace may we revere,
Thy dying love attest.
The flowing wine! thy precious blood
In emblem is supplied;
O may our hearts, by grace subdued, In thy great love abide.
Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapor flies!
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That in the blooming dies.
The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs,
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
Then cease, fond nature, dry thy tears;
Religion points on high;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that never die.
Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms?
"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.
Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
The grave, where once our Saviour lay,
Hath lost its fearful gloom.
That calm repose his presence blest,
That cold but quiet bed!
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?
Thence he arose-and now commends
To us his gracious charms!
The glory that his truth attends,
Death of its sting disarms.
Though earth and all its joys be dim,
On him in faith rely;
Our life is hid with God in him;
That life can never die!
Since all the varying scenes of time
Our Father's eye surveys,
O who so wise to choose our lot,
Or to appoint our ways!
Good, when he gives, supremely good,
Nor less when he denies;
Even crosses from his gracious hand,
Are blessings in disguise.
Why should we doubt a Father's love,
So constant and so kind!
To his unerring, gracious will,
Be every wish resigned.
Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year;
How swiftly time completes its rounds, How brief they all appear!
Yet like an idle tale we pass
The swiftly-gliding year,
And study how we may increase
The speed of its career.
Waken, O God, my careless heart,
Its great concern to see,
That I may act the Christian part,
And give the year to thee.
So shall their course in pleasure roll,
If future years arise;
Or this shall bear my waiting soul
To joys beyond the skies.
BRISTOL. GENEVA.
HYMN 200.
God of our lives! thy various praise
Our voices shall resound;
Thy hand directs our fleeting days,
And brings the seasons round.
To thee shall grateful songs arise,
Our Father and our Friend;
Whose constant mercies from the skies,
In genial streams, descend.
In every scene of life, thy care,
Thy boundless love we see:
And constant as thy favors are,
So should our praises be.
Still may thy love in every scene,
To every age, appear,
And may the same compassion deign
To bless each coming year.
Let songs of praises fill the sky!
Behold the risen Lord,
Sends down his spirit from on high,
To seal his blessed word.
That spirit, by his heavenly breath,
New life creates within,
And raises from the fearful death
Of darkness and of sin.
The things of Christ the spirit takes,
And shows them unto men;
The humble soul his temple makes,
And Eden blooms again.
Come, holy spirit, from above,
With thy celestial fire;
With faith, and hope, and holy love,
Each longing heart inspire.
O for a shout of sacred joy,
To God the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
Angelic hosts resound his praise,
In pure and joyous strains!
Let all the earth his honors raise;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
In spirit and in truth proclaim
The glories of his love;
In spirit and in truth, his name
Is sung by all above.
Partakers of their holy joy,
Be pure the praise we bring;
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
Mortals, awake! with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay:
Joy, love, and gratitude combine
To hail th' auspicious day.
In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.
Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;
The theme, the song, the joy was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.
Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song;
Good-will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious heavenly throng.
Hail, Prince of Life, forever hall!
Redeemer, Brother, Friend!
Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.
While shepherds watched their flocks by
night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
'Fear not,' said he, (for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind,)
'Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To you and all mankind.'
All hail the triumph and the joy,
Of great salvation's morn!
A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,
To man, that day was born!
Well might the angel feel the glow
Of love's celestial fire!
Well might the theme exalt the strains
Of heaven's angelic choir:
All glory be to God on high,'
The joyous song began;
Peace to the nations of the earth,
Peace, and good-will to man!'
Fear not!' is still the joyous cry
Re-echoed from above!
Fear not!' good tidings of great joy,
Is still the strain of Love.
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