HYMN LI. LORD, our God, eternal fount Of wisdom, power, and love, Send down thy wonder working gift Of faith in things above. Incline us perfectly to trust For its dear sake enable us To run our heavenward race; And let no earth born unbelief All glory to the Three in One, As in the ages past, be now, And everlastingly. Amen. T HYMN LII. O thee, O Christ, our hearts aspire, We cannot speak of thee aright, Thy love, which shall unchanged abide, With sweetness filling all that lives. Who taste of thee no want shall know, Who drink of thee shall thirst no more; Each faithful soul in grace shall grow Through thee who didst our life restore. Lord Jesus, now our gladness be, On earth to us thy peace afford; All power and wisdom, as is meet, One God while endless ages run. Amen. HYMN LIII. WHENCE shall my tears begin? What firstfruits shall I bear Of godly sorrow for my sin? Or how my woes declare? Oh thou, the merciful and gracious one, Forgive the foul transgrefsions I have done. With Adam I have vied, Surpassed him in my fall; And lust made bare of all; Of thee, O God, and the celestial band, If his most righteous doom, Thy one decree, lost Eden's bloom And Eden's loveliness; What recompense, O Lord, must I expect, Who all my life thy holy laws neglect? A murderer I was made; By mine own act my soul was slain, When thou wast disobeyed: And lusts each day are quickened, warring still Against the soul with many a deed of ill. I lie before thy door, O turn me not away; Nor in mine old age give me o'er To Satan for a prey: But ere the end of life and term of grace, Thou spotlefs Lamb divine, Who takest sin away, Remove far off the load that mine Upon my conscience lay; And, of thy tender mercy, grant thou me HYMN LIV. T HE deep of many a former sin Like billows my transgrefsions roll; My goodly heritage abused, Wasted by lust, by sin diffused; To shame, and want, and misery brought, O pity and receive again. With the blest thief my prayer I make, Be merciful, O Lord most high: My father's presence would regain. Mourn, mourn, my soul, with earnest care, My sorrows and my sins to cure, Me, poor of all good works, embrace, Enriching with thy boundless grace. Amen. |