18. Worthy the Lamb. I GLORY to God on high; "Praise ye his name! Angels his love adore, And saints cry evermore, "Worthy the Lamb!" 2 All they around the throne Cheerfully join in one, Praising his name: We, who have felt his blood 3 Join, all the ransom'd race, In him we will rejoice, Making a cheerful noise, And shout, with heart and voice, 4 Tho' we must change our place, Praising his name; To him we'll tribute bring, P. M. 19. Before hearing. [Tune, Supplication. 1 SOURCE of light and pow'r divine, Touch his lips with holy fire: 2 Breathe thy Spirit, so shall fall 20. Prayer answered by Crosses. II ASK'D the Lord that I might grow L. M. 2 'Twas He who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust, has answer'd pray'r; But it has been in such a way As almost drove me to despair. 3 I hoped that in some favour'd hour 5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my wo; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 6 Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? "'Tis in this way, (the Lord reply'd,) I answer pray'r for grace and faith. 7 "These inward trials I employ, From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st find thy all in me.' 21. Freedom from care. 1 WHILE I liv'd without the Lord, 2 Empty hopes and groundless fears Like a feather in the air, Made the aport of ev'ry wind. 7. 3 Now, I see, whate'er betide, 4 When a sense of sin and thrall 5 Cast, (he said,) on me thy care, 22. Weak believers encouraged. 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take: Loud to the praise of love divine S. M. 2 3 4 5 6 Tho' in a foreign land, We ev'ry moment come. His grace will to the end Nor present things, nor things to come, Fasten'd within the veil, Or, should the surges rise, Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm, When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heav'nly flame, Then is the time to trust our God, 8 Altho' he seem to stay: A moment's intercourse with him Thy grief will overpay. Blest is the man, O God, |