Compasses with angel-bands,
Bids them bear us in his hands:
Parents, friends, 'twas God bestow'd,
Life and all descend from God.
2 He this flowery carpet spread,
Made the earth on which we tread:
God refreshes in the air;
Covers with the clothes we wear;
Feeds us with the food we eat;
Cheers us by his light and heat:
Makes his sun on us to shine:-
All our blessings are divine.
3 Give him, then, and ever give,
Thanks for all that we receive!
Man we for his kindness love;
How much more our God above!
Worthy thou our heavenly Lord,
To be honour'd and ador'd:
God of all-creating grace!
Take the everlasting praise.
P.M.-Praise for Creation, Preservation, and Redemption.
1 O HEAVENLY King,
Look down from above;
Assist us to sing
Thy mercy and love:
So sweetly o'erflowing,
So plenteous the store,
Thou still art bestowing,
And giving us more.
2 O God of our life,
We hallow thy name!
Our business and strife,
Is thee to proclaim;
Accept our thanksgiving
For creating grace!
The living, the living
Shall shew forth thy praise.
3 Our Father and Lord,
Almighty art Thou!
Preserv'd by thy word,
We worship thee now.
The bountiful Donor
Of all we enjoy :
Our tongues to thy honour,
And lives we employ.
4 But, O! above all,
Thy kindness we praise,
From sin and from thrall,
Which saves the lost race;
Thy Son thou hast given,
The world to redeem,
And bring us to heaven,
Whose trust is in him.
5 Wherefore of thy love
We sing and rejoice,
With angels above
We lift up our voice:
Thy love each believer
Shall gladly adore;
For ever and ever,
When time is no more.
P.M.-Blessing God for Spiritual Blessings in Christ. Eph. i. 3.
1 LOUD be thy name ador'd,
Thy titles spread abroad, Of Christ, our glorious Lord, The Father and the God!
Through such a Son,
Thy Church's Head,
Thine honours spread
O'er worlds unknown.
2 Ten thousand gifts of love
From Thee, through Him, descend; And bear our souls above,
To joys that never end:
To heaven they soar,
Sustain'd by God,
And through the road
His arm adore.
3 Ten thousand songs of praise
Shall by the Saviour rise,
And through eternal days,
Shall echo round the skies:
New shouts we'll give,
And loud proclaim
The honour'd Name,
By which we live.
C.M.-Praise to the Redeemer.
1 TO Christ the Lord, let every tongue
Its noblest tribute bring:
When he's the subject of the song
Who can refuse to sing?
2 Survey the beauties of his face,
And on his glories dwell:
Think on the wonders of his grace,
And all his triumphs tell.
3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd
Upon his awful brow:
His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
4 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men:
Fairer is he than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress, He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
6 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have:
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
7 His hand a thousand blessings pours Upon my guilty head;
His presence gilds my darkest hours,
And guards my sleeping bed.
8 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shews me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
9 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.
P.M.-Praise for Redeeming Love.
1 NOW begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name:
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell❜d by redeeming love.
4 Ye, alas! who long have been]
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop, and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome all, by sin opprest,
Welcome to his sacred rest:
Nothing brought him from above-
Nothing but redeeming love.
6 He subdu'd the infernal powers;
Those tremendous foes of ours,
From their cursed empire drove;
Mighty in redeeming love.
7 Hither then your music bring,
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
Mortals join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.
1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee;
No music's like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
2 O let us ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay.
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