I

2

51.

OH for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad,

The honours of Thy Name.

3 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.

4 (He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free :

His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.)

5 He speaks; and, listening to His voice
New life the dead receive;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.

6 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ ;

Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy!

E

C. Wesley.

52.

I JESU, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour! hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

Oh receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee:
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me :
All my trust on Thee is stayed;
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name;

I am all unrighteousness:
Vile and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within:

I

2

5 Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee:
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity. Amen.

53.

Psalm XCI.

C. Wesley.

INCARNATE God, the soul that knows

Thy Name's mysterious power,

Shall dwell in undisturbed repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.

Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love,
To feeble helpless worms,

A buckler and a refuge prove

From enemies and storms.

3 Angels, unseen, attend the saints, And bear them in their arms, To cheer the spirit when it faints,

And guard their life from harms.

4 The angels' Lord Himself is nigh
To them that love His name;
Ready to save them when they cry,
And put their foes to shame.

5 Crosses and changes are their lot,
Long as they sojourn here;
But, since their Saviour changes not,
What have the saints to fear?

J. Newton.

I

2

I

2

54.

THE angel comes, he comes to reap

The harvest of the Lord!

O'er all the earth with fatal sweep
Wide waves his flamy sword.

And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound?
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Choked the fair crop around.

3 And who are they, reserved in store
God's treasure-house to fill?

The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.

4 O King of Mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee !

In Thy destroying angel's hour,
O gather us to Thee! Amen.

55.

H. H. Milman.

O CHRIST, the Light of heavenly day!

The shades of darkness chase away :

Those who in paths of danger roam,
Bring to Thy fold, their happy home.

Those who in error wander wide,
Let Thy bright beams of mercy guide;
With those who in their secret heart,
By sin misled, from Thee depart.

3 And all beside who Thee forsake,
Partakers of Thy mercy make;

Whom sin hath bruised and wounded, heal;
To them the hope of glory seal.

4 Oh that the deaf might hear Thy voice,
The dumb to speak of Thee rejoice;
The thankless heart its silence break,
And taught by faith, confession make.

5 O Lord, give sight unto the blind,
And join us all in heart and mind:
Oh gather the dispersed to Thee:
The wavering, Lord, from doubt set free.

6 So they with us in bonds of love
Shall sing Thy praise on earth-above,
And Thee for all Thy grace adore,
Here and in heaven for evermore.

I

Amen.

7. Heerman. A. T. Russell. (ir.)

Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany.

56.

SONGS of thankfulness and praise,
Jesu, Lord, to Thee we raise ;
Manifested by the Star
To the Sages from afar ;
Branch of royal David's stem
In Thy Birth at Bethlehem.
Anthems be to Thee addrest,
God in Man made manifest.