In him we will rejoice,
Making a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice-
"Worthy the Lamb."
4 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease
Praising his name:
Still will we tribute bring,
Hail him our gracious King,
And through all ages sing-
"Worthy the Lamb."
The Song of the Redeemed.
1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power:
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sing till we feel the heart
Ascending with the tongue;
Sing till the love of sin depart,
And grace inspire the song.
4 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ, th' eternal King.
Soon shall we hear him say-
"Ye blessed children, come;"
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his wand'rers home.
Soon shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
Exhortation to Praise.
TAND up and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice;
Stand up and bless the Lord your God,
With heart and soul and voice.
2 Oh for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our souls inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought.
3 God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.
Stand up and bless the Lord,
The Lord your God adore;
Stand up and bless his glorious name,
Henceforth, for evermore.
Praise to the Saviour.
Your Master proclaim,
E servants of God,
And publish abroad
His wonderful name;
The name all victorious
Of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious,
And rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high,
Almighty to save;
And still he is nigh,
His presence we have;
The great congregation
His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation
To Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God
Who sits on the throne;
Let all cry aloud
And honor the Son;
Immanuel's praises
The angels proclaim;
Fall down on their faces
And worship the Lamb.
4 Then let us adore,
And give him his right-
All glory and power,
And wisdom and might;
All honor and blessing,
With angels above,
And thanks never ceasing,
And infinite love.
AR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.
3 Then, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
Oh, with what peace and joy and love
She there communes with God!
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5 Author and guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine,
And-all harmonious names in one-
My Saviour, thou art mine.
6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love!
A boundless, endless store
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.
Retirement and Meditation.
RETURN, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more:
Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
20 thou great God, whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep recess,
In these sequestered hours draw nigh,
And with thy presence fill the place.
3 Through all the windings of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide;
And still its radiant beams impart, Till all be cleansed and purified. 4 Then, with the visits of thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove
That God has fixed his dwelling there.
Doddridge.
23 Prayer for the Divine Presence. FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone; Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 Oh warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire:
Come, blessed Jesus, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.
3 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee the Father's glories shine;
Thou brightest, dearest, fairest one
That eyes have seen, or angels known.
HILE thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled:
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see ;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.
Retirement and Meditation.
God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ;
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind'
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
The Throne of Grace.
THOU that hearest prayer,
And teachest how to pray,
My groveling heart prepare
To wing its heavenward way;
High as thy mercy-seat to rise,
And there pour out its earnest cries.
2 Too oft, when faith is weak,
I fear my prayers are vain;
The blessings which I seek
I scarcely hope to gain ;
My wants appear to mount too high;
My hopes, o'erborne with sorrow, die.
3 Lord, give me faith and light,
Humility and love;
And from my feeble sight
The darkening film remove;
Kindle devotion's languid flame,
And bid me come in Jesus' name.
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