He has raised our human nature
In the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heavenly places,
There with Him in glory stand.
Music in Hymns Ancient and Modern, No. 124; S. S. Chant and Tune Book,
And round thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.
2 But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.
3 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery
To pass unto thy crown.
4 And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be ;
But only let this path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.
5 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in thy train.
6 Lord, by thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand in that dread hour
At thy right hand on high.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 72; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 84.
RACIOUS Spirit, Love divine!
Let thy light within me shine;
All my guilty fears remove,
Fill me full of heaven and love.
2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God,
Wash me in his precious blood.
3 Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart;
Breathe thyself into my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.
4 Let me never from Thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine;
Keep me, Lord, forever thine.
Music, "Mozart," S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 42.
LORY to the Father give,
God, in whom we move and live ;
Children's prayers He deigns to hear,
Children's songs delight his ear.
2 Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Children, raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for He was slain.
3 Glory to the Holy Ghost,
He reclaims the sinner lost;
Children's minds may He inspire,
Touch their tongues with holy fire.
4 Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,
For the Gospel from above,
For the word that "God is love."
Music in Happy Voices, p. 41; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 185.
ATHER of Light and Love,
Who from thy throne above
Lookest on me!
III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 118.
I believe in God the Father,
Maker of all things I see;
God, their wise and good Preserver,
God who ever thinks of me!
Wilt Thou teach me
With my heart to trust in Thee?
2 I believe in God the Saviour,
Jesus Christ, his only Son,
Who, with love sincere and tender,
Died for sins that I had done.
May I love Thee,
Love and live for Thee alone!
3 I believe in God the Spirit,
Lord of life and Giver too,
Who the Saviour's boundless merit
Opens up before our view.
Blessed Teacher,
Help me all thy will to do!
III. 3. 8s & 7s.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 117.
[EAVENLY Father, send thy blessing
On thy children gathered here,
May they all, thy name confessing,
Be to Thee forever dear;
May they be, like Joseph, loving,
Dutiful and chaste and pure ;
And their faith like David proving,
Steadfast unto death endure.
2 Holy Saviour, who in meekness
Didst vouchsafe a Child to be,
Guide their steps, and help their weakness,
Bless and make them like to Thee;
Bear thy lambs when they are weary
In thine arms, and at thy breast;
Through life's desert, dry and dreary,
Bring them to thy heavenly rest.
3 Spread thy golden pinions o'er them,
Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
Guide them, lead them, go before them,
Give them .peace, and joy, and love;
Temples of the Holy Spirit
May they with thy glory shine,
And immortal bliss inherit
And for evermore be thine!
MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS.
II. 6. 7s & 6s.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 87.
FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle ;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The Heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high;
Shall we, to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O, Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name!
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
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