434    C.M.     B. Beddome
“I will run the way...” Ps. 119. 32

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

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

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

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

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

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