But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
3 [My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! Oh! may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven.]
I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey;
Send thy good Spirit from above To guide me, lest I stray.
5 Warn me of every sin, Forgive my secret faults,
And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 6 [While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Saviour and my God.]
THIRD VERSION.
The Creator's praise.
1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim;
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Doth his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball, What thongh no real voice, nor sound, Amid their radiant orbs be found- In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine."
FIRST VERSION.
The Lord our Shepherd.
1 THE Lord Himself, the mighty Lord, Vouchsafes to be my guide;
The shepherd, by whose constant care My wants are all supplied.
2 In tender grass He makes me feed, And gently there repose;
Then leads me to cool shades, and where Refreshing water flows.
3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim, And, to his endless praise, Instruct with humble zeal to walk In his most righteous ways.
4 I pass the gloomy vale of death, From fear and danger free; For there his aiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me.
5 Since God does thus his wondrous love Through all my life extend, That life to Him I will devote, And in his temple spend.
The Lord our Shepherd.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye: My noon-day walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary, wandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still: Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
FIRST VERSION.
Ascension.
1 ERECT your heads, eternal gates, Unfold to entertain
The King of glory; see, He comes With his celestial train.
2 Who is the King of glory? who? The Lord for strength renown'd; In battle mighty, o'er his foes Eternal victor crown'd,
3 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold In state to entertain
The King of glory; see, He comes With all his shining train.
4 Who is this King of glory? who? The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Of glory He alone is King, Who is with glory crown'd.
1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Saviour is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way. 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene: He claims these mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in. Who is the King of glory? who? The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ; And Jesus is the conqueror's name.
3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, yc heav'nly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way.
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