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227 Belmont. C. M.
Fr. WILLIAM GARDINER.
1. How pre-cious is the Book di - vine, By in - spi - ra
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heav'n. A - MEN.
2 Its light, descending from above, 4 Let everlasting thanks be Thine, Our gloomy world to cheer,
For such a bright display, Displays a Saviour's boundless love, As makes a world of darkness shine And brings His glories near.
With beams of heavenly day.
William Cowper. 3 It shows to man His wandering ways, And where his feet have trod;
229 Psalm 19. And brings to view the matchless grace 1 God's law is perfect, and converts Of a forgiving God.
The soul in sin that lies: 4 This lamp through all the dreary night
God's testimony is most sure, Of life shall guide our way,
And makes the simple wise.
And do rejoice the heart;
The Lord's command is pure, and doth 228
Light to the eyes impart. 1 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 3 Unspotted is the fear of God, And brings the truth to sight;
And ever doth endure; Precepts and promises afford
The judgments of the Lord are truth, A sanctifying light.
And righteousness most pure. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
4 They more than gold, yea, much fine gold, Majestic, like the sun;
To be desired are, It gives a light to every age;
Than honey, honey from the comb, It gives, but borrows none.
That droppeth, sweeter far. 3 The hand that gave it still supplies 5 Moreover, they Thy servant warn The gracious light and heat;
How he his life should frame: Its tru upon the nations rise, - A great reward provided is They rise, but never set.
For them that keep the same.
1. God, in the gos - pel of His Son, Makes His e-ter-nal coun - sels known:
Where love in all its glo - ry shines, And truth is drawn in fair-est lines. A-MEN.
2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, 14 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes
May taste His grace and learn His name; A brighter world beyond the skies;
The wisdom, power, and grace of God. From earth to realms of endless day. 3 The prisoner here may break his chains, 5 O grant us grace, Almighty Lord,
The weary rest from all his pains, To read and mark Thy holy word; The captive feel his bondage cease, Its truth with meekness to receive, The mourner find the way of peace. And by its holy precepts live.
1 I love the sacred Book of God!
No other can its place supply; It points me to His own abode;
It gives me wings and bids me iy. 2 Sweet Bookl in thee my eyes discern
The very image of my Lord; From thine instructive page I learn
The joys His presence will afford. 3 While I am here, these leaves supply
His place, and tell me of His love; I read with faith's discerning eye,
And gain a glimpse of joys above. 4 I know in them the Spirit breathes
To animate His people here;
11 The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord!
In every star Thy wisdom shines; But, when our eyes bobold Thy word,
We read Thy name in fairer lines. |2 The rolling sun, the changing. light,
And nights and days Thy power confess; But the blest volume Thou hast writ
Reveals Thy 'justice and Thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand; So, when Thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land. 4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest,
Till thro' the world Thy truth has run, Till Christ has all the nations blessed, That see the light, or feel the sun.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
233 Italian Hymn. 6s, 4s.
1. Come, Thou Al-might-y King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise;
Fa-ther all - glo - ri - ous, O’er all vic - to - ri - ous, Come, and reign
“Praise ye His namel"
"Worthy the Lambľ”
o-ver us, Ancient of days. A-MEN.
2 While they around the throne Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His name, -
“Worthy the Lamb!”
2 Come, Thou Incarnate Word,
Our prayer attend;
On us descend.
In this glad hour:
Spirit of power!
3 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Praise ye His name!
“Worthy the Lamb!”
4 Soon must we change our place, Yet will we never cease
Praising His name;
Heber. C. M.
1. How sweet the name of Je-sus sounds In
a be - liev - er's
It soothes his sor-rows, heals his wounds, And drives a-way his fear. A - MEN.
2 It makes the wounded spirit who.co 4 I'll speak the honors of Thy name And calms the troubled breast;
With my last laboring breath; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine And to the weary, rest.
The antidote of death. (arms,
Philip Doddridge. 3 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,– 237
His wonders to perform: 4 Weak is the effort of my heart,
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs, 236
And works His sovereign will. 1 Jesus, I love Thy charming name, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: 'Tis music to mine ear:
The clouds ye so much dread Fain would I sound it out so loud Are big with mercy, and will break
That earth and heaven should hear. In blessings on your head. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, My Transport and my Trust;
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face. 3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart
, 5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And sheds its fragrance there;
And scan His work in vain; The noblest balm of all its wounds, God is His own interpreter, The cordial of its care.
And He will make it plain.
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy pres-ence rest. A - MEN.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 4 But what to those who find? Ah! this Nor can the memory find
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
None but His loved ones know. 3 0 hope of every contrite heart, 6 Jesus,
our only joy be Thou, O joy of all the meek,
As Thou our prize wilt be; To those who fall, how kind Thou art! Jesus, be Thou our glory now, How good to those who seek!
And through eternity.
Bernard of Clairvaux, fr.