Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,
Speed forth Thy flight!
Move on the waters' face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
"Let there be light!"
ARM of the Lord! awake, awake!
Put on Thy strength, the nations shake:
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee.
Say to the heathen, from Thy throne,
"I am Jehovah, God alone!"
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
No more let human blood be spilt,
Vain sacrifice for human guilt!
But to each conscience be applied
The blood that flow'd from JESUS' side.
Let Zion's time of favour come;
Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home:
And let our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in JESUS' fold!
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Он, why should Israel's sons, once bless'd,
Still roam the scorning world around,
Disown'd of heaven, by man oppress'd,
Outcasts from Zion's hallow'd ground?
O God of Israel! view their race,
Back to Thy fold the wanderers bring;
Teach them to seek Thy slighted grace,
To hail in Christ their promised King.
The veil of darkness rend in twain,
That hides their Shiloh's glorious light;
The sever'd olive-branch again
To its own parent stock unite.
Haste, glorious day, expected long,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall raise, With eager feet one temple throng,
One God in holy anthems praise.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven and earth adore,
From men and from the Angel host,
Be praise and glory evermore.
MISSION TO THE JEWS.
OH that the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
To lead His outcasts home!
How long the holy city
Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity;
Rebuild her walls again.
Let fall Thy rod of terror:
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error:
Release the fetter'd heart.
Let Israel, home returning,
Her lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind Thy Church to Thee.
ALL hail the power of JESU's Name!
Ye Angels, prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Crown Him, ye Martyrs of our God,
Who from His altar call:
Of Jesse's stem extol the rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
Around this earthly ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Oh that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall;
There join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all!
HELP us, O Lord, Thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in Thy perfect will;
Each other's burdens learn to bear,
And thus Thy law of love fulfil.
He that hath pity on the poor
Lendeth his substance to the Lord;
And lo! his recompense is sure,
For more than this shall be restored.
Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart,
As Thou hast bless'd our various store,
From our abundance to impart
A liberal portion to the poor.
To Thee our all devoted be,
In whom we breathe, and move, and live; Freely we have received of Thee,
Freely may we rejoice to give.
FOUNTAIN of good! to own Thy love
Our thankful hearts incline;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee,
When all the worlds are Thine?
But Thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of Thy grace;
Whose humble name Thou wilt confess
Before Thy Father's face.
In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheer'd;
And in their accents of distress
Thy pleading voice is heard.
Thy face, with reverence and with love,
We in Thy poor would see;
For while we minister to them,
We do it, Lord, to Thee.
GREAT God! in heaven and earth supreme,
Whose glories all creation fill;
Our souls adore Thy awful Name,
And humbly wait to do Thy will.
Thy glorious might what tongue can tell,
What force Thy sovereign power withstand?
Yet Thou dost stoop with men to dwell,
And give Thy blessings through their hand.
'Tis ours to feed these lambs of Thine,
And train their footsteps on to heaven;
We hail with joy the charge divine,
And freely give as Thou hast given.
O Fount of love! all-gracious God!
What can we offer but Thine own!
For we are Thine, redeem'd with blood,
The precious blood of Christ Thy Son.
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