HYMN 111. L. M. [#]
Opening of Service.
10 God of grace, before thy throne,
Thy suppliants bow with holy fear;
Those thou art pleased to call thy own
Invoke thy sacred presence here.
2 Kind Source of light, thy blessing grant ;
Bestow on us thy cheering rays;
Supply our varied mental want,
And thus inspire our hearts to praise.
3 Send thy good Spirit from above,
To dissipate the darksome gloom;
Sweet emanation of thy love,
To these desiring bosoms come.
4 Give to thy word successful course,
And spread the triumphs of thy name;
May truth exhibit all her force,
And put the lying lip to shame.
5 And, while we worship at thy feet, Where prostrate angels do adore, Give us in fellowship to meet,
To sing thy grace, and speak thy power.
HYMN 112. L. M. [#]
God's Assistance in Worship.
1 GRANT us a visit, dearest Lord,
In gentle streams of grace descend;
Open the treasures of thy word,
From every sin thy church defend.
2 Thy branches bend, thou living Vine,
Clusters of fruit to us impart :
O may our joys be all divine,
May heavenly love fill every heart!
3 In unity may we abound,
Thy wisdom with our zeal combine,
And joyful sing on heavenly ground,
And keep the golden path divine.
4 O may our worship, Lord, to-day,
Accepted be in Jesus' name;
Whether we preach, or sing, or pray,
May love be all the sacred flame.
10 THOU, whose power the mountains formed, And made the sea its bed
Who sat the raging waves their bound,
And all their caverns hid;
2 The mountains thy commands obey;
The seas thy power confess;
Thou dost their caverns deep survey,
And every dark recess.
3 O'er mountains of our sins, O Lord,
Wilt thou thy hand extend,
And to thy gracious, pardoning word,
Their lofty summits bend.
4 And, o'er the raging seas of guilt,
May thy rich grace abound,
While in the blood which Jesus spilt
Each angry wave is drowned.
5 In darkest caverns of the heart
Wilt thou thy light display,
And to the mental eye impart
Thy own eternal day.
HYMN 114. C. M. [#]
Prayer.
1 LORD, from thy holy hill descend,
And bless thy children here;
From doubts and unbelief defend,
And banish all our fear.
2 May sacred streams from thy right hand Flow gently in our way;
And, by thine all-preserving hand,
Forbid our feet to stray.
3 With single eyes may we behold
The beauties of thy grace;
To us thy mysteries unfold;
Reveal thy lovely face.
4 O make this day a jubilee,
Make known thy sacred word ;
From bondage set thy captives free,
That they may love thee, Lord.
HYMN 115. H. M. [#]
Success of the Gospel.
1 GREAT God, to thee we pray; Show thy refulgent face,
Sinners convert to thee,
And save them by thy grace
The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.
2 When thoughtless mortals feel
The great Jehovah's rod,
Then to their souls reveal
The mercy of a God:
The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.
3 Turn the self-righteous train
From their delusive dreams;
Cause them to fly from sin,
And wash in Calvary's streams :
The gospel to all nations send,
And let them know the sinner's Friend.
HYMN 116. 7's. M. [# or b]
Prayer for young Persons.
1 Now may fervent prayer arise,
Winged with faith, and reach the skies;
Fervent prayer will bring us down
Gracious answers from the throne.
2 Let the minds of all our youth
Feel the force of sacred truth;
While the gospel call they hear,
May they learn to love and fear.
3 Where thou hast thy work begun,
Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, clouds, and fears;
Wipe away the mourner's tears.
4 Bless us all, both old and young;
Call forth praise from every tongue;
Let the whole assembly prove
All thy power and all thy love.
HYMN 117. 8 & 7's. M. [b]
Fount of Blessings.
1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Sacred mount, O fix me on it,—
Mount of God's unchanging love.
3 Here I find my richest treasure ;
Hither by thy grace I'm come,
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
4 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
5 O, to grace how great a debtor. Daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering soul to thee. 6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God of love;
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