Glorious to his native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the gates of heaven.
2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates:
Christ hath vanquish'd death and sin;
Take the king of glory in.
3 See the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still He calls mankind his own.
4 Still for us He intercedes ;
His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.
5 What, though parted from our sight,
Far above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies.
SABBATH EVENING.
HINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
O that we might that rest attain
From sin, from sorrow, and from pain!
2 In Thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
8 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 O long expected day, begin!
Dawn on this world of woe and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest in God.
MONDAY MORNING.
E bow before Thy sacred throne,
Thou God of truth, to whom alone
The homage due we pay ;
Thy nature and Thy name of love
Bespeak the mercy we would prove,
For which we humbly pray.
2 The token of Thy presence, seen
Of old the cherubim between,
Within the holy place,
Made Zion dear to every heart;
To Israel there Thou didst impart
The treasures of Thy grace.;
3 Where'er Thy people worship now,
And in the name of Jesus bow,
They see Thy smiling face:
When love supplanteth slavish fear,
Where'er we be we may draw near
Our Father's throne of grace.
MONDAY EVENING.
EACE be to this habitation; Peace to all that dwell therein; Peace, the earnest of salvation; Peace, the fruit of pardon'd sin; Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver, Peace to worldly minds unknown; Peace divine, that lasts for ever, Peace, that comes from God alone. 2 Prince of peace, be present near us, Fix in all our hearts Thy home; With Thy gracious presence cheer us, Let Thy sacred kingdom come; Raise to heaven our expectation; Give our favour'd souls to prove Glorious and complete salvation, In the realms of bliss above.
TUESDAY MORNING.
1 THE heav'ns declare Thy glory, Lord,
Terrys de Thy wisdom shines,
But, when our eyes behold Thy word, We read Thy name in fairer lines. 2 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest, Till through the earth Thy truth has run, Till Christ has all the nations blest Which see the light, or feel the sun. 3 Thou Sun of Righteousness, arise! Bless the dark world with heav'nly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right. 4 Thy noblest wonders here we view
In souls renew'd and sins forgiv'n;Lord, purge our sins, our souls renew, And make Thy word our guide to heav'n.
Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known;
Ile knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.
3 Within Thy circling power I stand;
On ev'ry side I find Thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
5 Search me, O Lord! and know my heart,
Try me, and prove each inward part;
Show me my sin, and by Thy grace
Lead me in Thine eternal ways.
WEDNESDAY MORNING.
COME, saints, and adore Him; come bow at
Come, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet; Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. 2 To the Lamb that was slain all honour be paid; Let crowns without number encircle his head; Let blessing, and glory, and riches, and might, Be ascrib'd evermore by angels of light
Come, saints, and adore Him, &c.
WEDNESDAY EVENING.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn, and pain,
In Thy service pain is pleasure,
With Thy favour loss is gain.
2 I have called Thee, Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on Thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
3 Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to Thy breast,
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
4 Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me,
Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me
Were that joy unmix'd with Thec.
5 Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
THURSDAY MORNING.
1 THINK what Spirit dwells within thee: Think what Father's smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee:
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
2 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer,
Heaven's eternal days before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
3 Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
THURSDAY EVENING.
E still, my heart, these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonour on thy Lord,
And contradict His gracious word.
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if He provide?
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first, before His mercy seat
Thou didst to Him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour
To trust His wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befal,
And He refuse to hear thy call?
And has He not his promise pass'd
That thou shalt overcome at last?
5 Ile who has help'd me hitherto
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to his praise.
6 Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all.
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