OD is the refuge of his saints,
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When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.
2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world- Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; In sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God,
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, And watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on his truth, and armed with power.
EHOLD the expected time draw near,
B The shades disperse, the dawn appear!
Behold the wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom!
2 Events with prophecies conspire, To raise our faith, our zeal to fire: The ripening fields, already white, Present a harvest to the sight.
3 The untaught heathen waits to know The joy the gospel will bestow; The exiled captive, to receive The freedom Jesus has to give.
4 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring, To aid the triumphs of our King.
SPIRIT of the living God,
In all thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race.
2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word; Give power and unction from above, Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light; Confusion-order, in thy path;
Souls without strength, inspire with might; Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
4 Baptize the nations, far and nigh; The triumphs of the cross record; The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every kindred call him Lord.
HOUGH now the nations sit beneath The darkness of o'erspreading death,
God will arise with light divine,
On Zion's holy towers to shine.
2 That light shall shine on distant lands, And wandering tribes, in joyful bands, Shall come thy glory, Lord, to see, And in thy courts to worship thee.
3 O light of Zion, now arise!
Let the glad morning bless our eyes! Ye nations, catch the kindling ray, And hail the splendors of the day.
REAT God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heaven submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With power he vindicates the just, And treads the oppressor in the dust; His worship and his fear shall last, Till hours, and years, and time be past. 4 The heathen lands that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 5 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
TERNAL Father! thou hast said, That Christ all glory shall obtain; That he who once a sufferer bled,
Shall o'er the world, a conqueror, reign. 2 We wait thy triumph, Saviour King! Long ages have prepared thy way; Now all abroad thy banner fling, Set Time's great battle in array.
3 Thy hosts are mustered to the field; "The Cross! the Cross!" the battle-call; The old grim towers of darkness yield, And soon shall totter to their fall.
4 On mountain tops the watch-fires glow, Where scattered wide the watchmen stand; Voice echoes voice, and onward flow
The joyous shouts, from land to land. 5 Oh, fill thy church with faith and power! Bid her long night of weeping cease; To groaning nations haste the hour,
Of life and freedom, light and peace. 6 Come, Spirit, make thy wonders known! Fulfill the Father's high decree; Then earth, the might of hell o'erthrown, Shall keep her last great jubilee.
SCEND thy throne, almighty King, And spread thy glories all abroad; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God. 2 Let millions bow before thy seat,
Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet,
Subdued by thy victorious grace.
3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world
Become the kingdoms of the Lord! Let saints and angels praise thy name; Be thou thro' heaven and earth adored.
FROM day to day, before our eyes,
Grows and extends the work begun;
When shall the new creation rise O'er every land beneath the sun?
2 When, in the sabbath of his love,
Shall God from all his labors rest; And bending from his throne above, Again pronounce his creatures blest? 3 As sang the morning stars of old,
Shouted the sons of God for joy; His widening reign while we behold,
Let praise and prayer our tongues employ; 4 Till the redeemed in every clime,
Yea, all that breathe, and move, and live, To Christ, through every age of time, The kingdom, power, and glory give.
ION, awake! behold the day! Put on thy beautiful array!
Church of our God, arise and shine, Bright with the beams of truth divine. 2 Soon shall thy radiance stream afar, Wide as the heathen nations are; Gentiles and kings thy light shall view; All shall admire, and love thee too.
OOK from thy sphere of endless day, O God of mercy and of might! In pity look on those who stray, Benighted, in this land of light. 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart, by stream or sea, How many of the sons of men
Hear not the message sent from thee!
3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old, A scattered, homeless flock, till all
Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.
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