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121.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

OUR Father, God Omnipotent,

Th' unsearchable I AM,

We sing to Thee before Thy throne,

For Love is now Thy name.

 

Thy holy Spirit teaches us

Above all heav'ns to climb;

Members of Christ, Thy well-belov'd,

We pass the bounds of time.

 

Thy saints are Thine inheritance,

And we Thyself possess;

We join with Christ, our chief in song,

Thy holy name to bless.

 

At Jesus' bidding heav'n and earth

Shall melt and pass away;

New heav'ns and earth He shall create

And bring eternal day.

 

With Him abiding in Thy house,

We shall His image bear;

Then all the myst'ries of Thy love

He shall to us declare.

 

 

122.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

THOU, God and Father of the Lord,

The first-born from the dead,

Thy love we sing, Thy children we

With hidden manna fed.

 

In the beginning did Thy love

Our blessedness devise;

Our ransom from the depths of hell,

Thou art the only wise.

 

Ere any creature was, Thy love

Gave us to Thy dear Son;

With Christ we died and rose again,

With Him for ever one.

 

Seal'd by Thy Spirit, Thy redeem'd

Thy grace and glory see;

We praise Thy name--for Christ the Lord

Declar'd it on the tree.

 

 

123.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

THE harmony above I hear;

The chief in song is He

Who soon in glory shall appear,

Once offer'd on the tree.

 

I listen to that skilful choir,

Their song, my God, I learn;

Thy Spirit fills my soul with fire

That evermore shall burn .

 

No music now, nor joys of earth,

My ransom'd soul enchant;

Thy child am I by heav'nly birth,

For Thee, my God, I pant.

 

A mourner here, I sing Thy praise,

I see the spotless Lamb;

How wonderful Thy works and ways,

How excellent Thy name.

 

 

124.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

THOU art my portion, gracious God,

My everlasting rest;

Thyself on me Thou hast bestow'd,

In Jesus I am blest.

 

My broken cisterns ne'er could fill

This boundless heart of mine;

They vex'd me day by day until

I turn'd to springs divine.

 

Thou gavest up Thy Son for me,

And by Thy Spirit seal'd

I am suffic'd-Thy name I see

By Jesus' cross reveal'd.

 

Sav'd by Thy grace from death and hell,

Now at Thy mercy-seat

I tremble; for in Thee I dwell

In Thy dear Son complete.

 

My Father, let Thy Spirit try

My heart and all my ways;

For, 0 my God, no joy have I

Without Thy smile of praise.

 

 

125.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

FATHER, how pitiful Thy ways,

Thy discipline how good!

With lowly heart I sing Thy praise,

Taught by Thy chast'ning rod.

 

He that is Wisdom sits with Thee,

Thy Son, the eternal Word;

The sceptre in His hands I see-

The angels call Him Lord.

 

Father, whose grace and glory shine

In Jesus, Thy dear Son,

Thy child accepts Thy discipline­-

Thy will in me be done.

 

Thou art my God, I praise Thy name,

Although with weeping eyes;

Thy love is evermore the same,

Thou art the only wise.

 

Thy Spirit says the morn is nigh,

To Thee I sing by night;

My portion Thou, 0 God, most High,

My glory and delight.

 

 

126.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

RESTING above with Christ the Lord,

Things earthly I survey;

Sitting with Jesus, who restor'd

What He took not away.

 

The world is but a troubled sea

That never can be still;

The thoughts of man are vanity,

His heart he cannot fill.

 

Father, Thy children all are blest;

Thy Spirit is their guide,

Thy Son their everlasting rest,

For on the cross He died.

 

Joint-heir with Christ, I dwell at ease,

I seek my heavenly land;

My occupation is to please

The Man of Thy right hand.

 

My God and Father, purify

My heart with blood divine,

And let my light to every eye

Amid the darkness shine.

 

 

127.                                                                                                                                                                            8.7.

THOU art love, our God and Father,

Who didst from Thy bosom send

Thy own Son, His brethren's surety,

Him that lov'd us to the end.

 

Thou dost save the meek and lowly-­

Such prevail with Thee by prayer;

Yet the sword of justice waken'd

Smote Thy Son and did not spare.

 

Oft with tears He sought Thy mercy,

Once with sweat like drops of blood;

On the tree the curse enduring,

Jesus sank beneath the flood.

 

All Thy waves His soul afflicted,

Death He suffer'd in our stead;

Then did cease the sea from raging,

Then He bruis'd the serpent's head.

 

With the Spirit we, anointed,

Offer up ourselves to Thee;

Bond-slaves once of cruel masters,

Now we walk in liberty.

 

Though Thou slay us, we must bless Thee,

On the Lamb we fix our eyes;

Thou art holy, 0 our Father,

Thou art God, the only wise.

 

Crucified with Christ and risen,

We with Jesus praise Thy name;

He is in Thy bosom resting,

Whence to ransom us He came.

 

 

128.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

FATHER, whose Holy Spirit fills

My heart with songs of praise,

I will extol Thy glorious name

And all Thy works and ways.

 

When I in bonds and darkness sat,

Thou gavest me to see

The light of life in Jesus' face-

­Thy Spirit made me free.

 

Blind from the birth, I would be wise,

And all the myst'ry know

Of fair Creation's ceaseless groan-­

Of man's estate of woe.

 

I toil'd and spent my strength for nought,

I vex'd my soul in vain,

Till I beheld the risen Lord-

­Thy Son, the Second Man.

 

By that last Adam, Christ the Lord,

I walk in heav'nly light;

Thy works, my God, declare Thy name,

And all Thy ways are right.

 

In all things now Thy love I see,

And all things now are mine,

Uniting in harmonious song

Of grace and truth divine.

 

Till Thy dear Son shall come again,

With longing heart I wait;

Then shall His cross be all reveal'd,

Thy name alone be great.

 

 

129.                                                                                                                                                                            7^S.

FAR above the thoughts of man

Soars my soul on wings divine;

Heav'nly mysteries I scan-

Christ the Son of God is mine.

 

When the world with scorn or frown

Eyes me, or with flatt'ring smile,

I press on to win my crown,

Doing God my Father's will.

 

Walking in the wilderness,

Safely by the Spirit led,

Jesus' holy name I bless-

­Jesus is my living bread.

 

Thou, 0 God, my Guide in youth,

Art my joy in riper age;

I have prov'd Thy word of truth

Sure in all my pilgrimage.

 

Father, I shall dwell with Thee

In Thy house of love and grace;

Soon let all Thy children be

Gather'd to their dwelling-place.

 

 

130.                                                                                                                                                                            8.7.

WE will praise Thee, Holy Father,

Jesus sits with Thee on high;

Thou for us a Lamb providing,

Gavest up Thy Son to die.

 

On the cross the work He finish'd

Which Thou gayest Him to do;

All Thy name is in that offering,

In its mysteries of woe.

 

By Thy Spirit Thou hast seal'd us,

We Thy grace and glory see;

Highly favour'd in Thy first-born,

Kings and Priests with Him to Thee.

 

Heavenly Father, by Thy Spirit,

Strengthen us with inward might;

We with powers of darkness wrestle,

We, the blood-bought sons of light.

 

O that we were ever faithful,

Ever by Thy Spirit led,

Arm'd by Him Thy battles fighting,

Knit together in our head.

 

O that for the Bridegroom watching,

As becomes the ransom'd Bride,

Jesus' word of patience keeping,

We did in His love abide.

 

We that shall appear with Jesus

In His glorious beauty clad,

Fain would now be wise to please Thee,

Wise to make our Father glad.

 

Thou, the living God, art resting

In Thy Son, the spotless Lamb;

We with Him in song uniting

Magnify Thy holy name.

 

 

131.                                                                                                                                                                            8.7.

WE rejoice, our God and Father,

To behold Thy own dear Son;

Far above all heav'ns exalted,

Thou with Him hast made us one.

 

Jesus' off'ring Thou remerb'rest,

Jesus' blood is incense sweet;

Father, all Thy glories blending

In the cross of Jesus meet.

 

Thou at Thy right hand hast set Him,

Christ the Lord is King and Priest;

Jesus' sacrifice, how precious!

Thine and our eternal rest.

 

King of Righteousness is Jesus,

Peace He gives, the King of Peace;

'Midst our warfare we will bless Thee,

Till the strife and hardship cease.

 

All delights are in Thy dwelling,

There are pleasures evermore;

There is Jesus, crown'd with glory,

For His brethren gone before.

 

In this valley we are sighing

For the blessedness of home;

Father, send Thy Son in glory­-

Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.

 

 

132.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

ALL things, my gracious God, are mine,

Thy love in all I see;

For now by Jesus' blood divine

I find my joy in Thee.

 

My heart receives Thy faithful word,

No more a heart of stone;

The joy of Christ, the glorious Lord,

Thy Spirit makes mine own.

 

Let Jesus do whate'er He will,

The spotless Lamb that died;

He rules Thy counsels to fulfil,

Let me in Him abide.

 

Accomplishing Thy deep decrees,

Thy riches He displays;

I sit with Him, I dwell at ease,

And mark His faithful ways.

 

My Saviour slays me oft-'tis well;

I live because He lives;

My Shepherd oft by powers of hell

To me salvation gives.

 

Nothing have I-a pilgrim here,

Thy child by heav'nly birth;

Jesus, my hope, will soon appear,

And make new heav'ns and earth.

 

Thou gavest me to Christ the Lord,

Before Thy throne I bow;

My Father, hallow'd be Thy name,

My joy and portion Thou.

 

 

133.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

GREAT Shepherd, who in paths of faith

Hast gone before the sheep,

The Father's words with perfect heart

Thou didst believe and keep.

 

The Father's words are Thine and mine;

They were His gift to Thee,

And by Thy Holy Spirit now

Are Thy rich gift to me.

 

Taught by Thy Spirit, I discern

That not by bread alone

Man lives, but by Thy grace and truth,

Which make the Father known.

 

O grant me, Lord, a heart like Thine,

To trust beneath the wings

Of God the Father's love, and see

Unseen, eternal things.

 

Joint-heir with Thee, I fain would now

Thine ev'ry word believe-

Would ever make my Father glad,

And ne'er His Spirit grieve.

 

 

134.                                                                                                                                                                            8.7.

LORD, above all heav'ns exalted,

Thou hast labour'd not in vain;

Thy full recompense awaits Thee,

Quickly Thou shalt come again.

 

By the cross, Thy brethren's ransom,

Thou hast enter'd into rest;

In Thy Father's love abiding,

Jesus, Thou art ever blest.

 

Thou art God the Father's image,

'Thron'd by Him at His right hand;

By Thy grace the holy angels

In the Father's presence stand.

 

Now they know the Father's counsels,

And, rejoicing, worship Thee;

Ministers to, us, Thy members,

They by us Thy glory see.

 

By Thy Spirit we are with Thee,

In that house which is our home;

There Thou dwellest our forerunner,

Raised to glory from the tomb.

 

Be it then our occupation

For Thy sake ourselves to spend;

In Thy truth and love abiding,

Son of God, our heavenly Friend.

 

 

135.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

HOW glorious are the things unseen;

Behold a Priest on high!

His sacrifice has made us clean,

And we to God draw nigh.

 

That Royal Priest endur'd the curse,

The Son of God is He;

For us He sways the universe,

His flesh and bones are we.

 

By His anointing we discern

Our high estate in Him;

By Jesus' cross His members learn

To pass the bounds of time.

 

Above this groaning world we rise

To Christ at God's right hand,

There taste the joys of Paradise,

The first-fruits of the land.

 

Our Father's house, how amiable

The home for us prepar'd ;

There shall the saints with Jesus dwell,

His work claims full reward.

 

Quickly shall He in glory come,

The King once crucified;

Thou heavenly Bridegroom, take us home-

Appear, and take Thy Bride.

 

 

136.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

BLEST King of Glory, Prince of Life,

Thy loving favour says:

"Ask what ye will, it shall be done

To God the Father's praise."

 

O Jesus, Lord! the Son of God,

Thou didst the Father's will;

So Thy commands and Thy desires,

Lord, teach us to fulfil.

 

Thou art the Vine, and we would all

Thy fruitful branches be;

Thy word our treasure and delight,

We would abide in Thee,

 

That we may know Thy cross, Thine heart,

The myst'ries of Thy name,

Walk in the Spirit and requite

Thy love, thou spotless Lamb.

 

 

137.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

MY God and Father, I am Thine,

Teach me to do Thy will;

One bus' ness here on earth have I-­

Thy bidding to fulfil.

 

To please Thee is my meat and drink,

To make my Father glad;

With wisdom let my heart be fill'd,

My soul with beauty clad.

 

The mind and ways of Christ the Lord,

His lowly heart be mine;

That I to all men may declare

The power of blood divine.

 

Songs in the night Thy Spirit gives;

I watch and sing to Thee

Of Thy dear Son, whom Thou didst bruise

For sinners on the tree.

 

 

138.                                                                                                                                                                            L. M.

I WAIT, my God, I wait for Thee;

Father, I know Thou hearest prayer;

By Thy delays Thy children see

How wise Thy love for them to care.

 

My faith when long and sorely tried

Blesses Thy great and holy name;

For in due time Thou didst provide

The foreordain'd, the spotless Lamb.

 

Now sits Thy Son enthron'd on high;

Thy love I know, Thy word believe;

In ev'ry storm at anchor lie,

To Jesus by the Spirit cleave.

 

Thy thoughts, Jehovah, 0 how deep!

And how unsearchable Thy ways,

Whereby Thou dost Thy promise keep

And teach Thy saints to sing Thy praise.

 

We must be kill'd that we may live,

And buried to be rais'd again;

Why cease we not with Thee to strive

By whom for us the Lamb was slain?

 

 

139.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

MY God and Father, who art wont

Life out of death to bring,

At all times I will bless Thy name,

Thy praises ever sing,

And so while weeping I shall be

As though I did not weep;

Thy children all must sow in tears,

But soon in joy shall reap.

 

Thy way is in Thy temple known,

I sit with Christ the Lord,

And by Thy Spirit cleave to Him

Once smitten by the sword.

 

Thy way, my God, is in the sea;

Faithful art Thou and true,

All Thy decrees do Thou fulfil,

Thy secret path pursue.

 

 

140.                                                                                                                                                                            C.M.

I MOURN, but am I left alone?

Can I forbear to sing,

And on the willows hang my harp?

To Christ the Lord I cling.

 

I mourn, but Thou art with me, Lord;

Each bitter thing is sweet

To me, while pouring out my heart

Before the mercy-seat.

 

To Thee Thy Father gave the cup

Of gall and wrath divine;

Thou, Lord, dost bid me drink with Thee

Of new and heavenly wine.

 

One thing I ask-O let me not

Thy Holy Spirit grieve,

But to Thyself, my joy and strength,

With steadfast purpose cleave.