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My dear Redeemer's praise,
The triumphs of His grace !
2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
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 availed for me.)
5 He speaks ; and, listening to His voice
New life the dead receive ;
The humble poor believe. 6 Hear Him, ye deaf ; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ ;
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the tempest still is high :
Till the storm of life is past ;
Oh receive my soul at last !
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee :
Still support and comfort me :
All my help from Thee I bring ;
With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want ;
More than all in Thee I find :
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
I am all unrighteousness :
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Make and keep me pure within :
5 Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee :
Psalm XCI. 1 INCARNATE God, the soul that knows
Thy Name's mysterious power,
Nor fear the trying hour.
To feeble helpless worms,
From enemies and storms.
3 Angels, unseen, attend the saints,
And bear them in their arms,
And guard their life from harms.
4 The angels' Lord Himself is nigh
To them that love His name;
And put their foes to shame.
Long as they sojourn here;
7. Newlon. 54.
angel comes, he comes to reap
Wide waves his flamy sword.
And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound ?
Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store
God's treasure-house to fill ?
Amid surrounding ill.
Thy fiery wrath to flee !
H. H. Milman.
CHRIST, the Light of heavenly day!
3 And all beside who Thee forsake,
Partakers of Thy mercy make ;
4 Oh that the deaf might hear Thy voice,
The dumb to speak of Thee rejoice ;
O Lord, give sight unto the blind,
6 So they with us in bonds of love
Shall sing Thy praise on earth--above,
7. Heerman. A. T. Russell. (ir.)
Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany.
1 SONGS of thankfulness and praise,
Jesu, Lord, to Thee we raise;