“I will run the way…” Ps. 119. 32

B. Beddome              C.M.

How great, how solemn is the work
Which we attend today!
Now for a holy, solemn frame,
O God, to thee we pray.

[O may we feel as once we felt,
When pained and grieved at heart,
Thy kind, forgiving, melting look
Relieved our every smart.

Let graces, then in exercise,
Be exercised again;
And, nurtured by celestial power,
In exercise remain.]

Awake our love, our fear, our hope;
Wake, fortitude and joy;
Vain world, begone; let things above
Our happy thoughts employ.

Whilst thee, our Saviour and our God,
To all around we own,
Drive each rebellious, rival lust,
Each traitor from thy throne.

Instruct our minds; our wills subdue;
To heaven our passions raise;
That hence our lives, our all may be
Devoted to thy praise.