8 Here will I meet the hungry poor, 4 "In robes of true salvation clad, 5 JESUS shall see a num'rous seed Born here, t' uphold His glorious Name; His crown shall flourish on His head, While all His foes are cloth'd with shame! 1 2 Psalm CXXXIII. Blessedness of Christian Unity. BEHOLD, how good a thing - When brethren all in one agree! When all are sweetly join'd, (True followers of the Lamb,) And think and speak the same; 3 4 5 6 Where unity takes place, The joys of Heav'n we prove : The Unction from above, Descending swift from CHRIST-our Head. Where unity is found, The sweet anointing grace And consecrates the place; Grace ev'ry morning new, And ev'ry night we feel That falls on Hermon's hill! On Sion it doth sweetly fall; The grace In Him when brethren join, And follow after peace, The fellowship divine He promises to bless; His chiefest graces to bestow, Where two or three are met below. In fellowship are giv'n, To Sion's chosen race, The citizens of Heav'n: He fills them with the choicest store, He gives them life for evermore. 1 IN Psalm CXXXIX. The Omnipresence of God all my vast concerns with Thee, To shun Thy presence, LORD, or flee 2 LORD, where shall guilty souls retire, In Hell they meet Thy dreadful fire, 3 Should I suppress my vital breath, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. 4 If, wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 5 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard Thy law Would turn the shades to light. 6 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to Thee: O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r Psalm CXXXIX. The Omnipresence of God. 1 LORD, Thou hast search'd and seen me thro*; 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 3 Within Thy circling pow'r I stand; 4 O may these thoughts possess my breast, 5 LORD! search my soul, try ev'ry thought: I beg the trial of thine eyes. 6 Doth secret mischief lurk within? Psalm CXLV. Daily Thanksgiving. 1 MY GOD! my King! Thy various praise 2 The wings of every hour shall bear 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim: 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, Let Britain round her shores proclaim 5 Let distant times and nations raise 6 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds? |