On wings of faith mount up my soul, and rise,
View thine inheritance beyond the skies.
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,
What endless pleasures..in those | mansions | dwell.
There our Redeemer lives, all | bright and glorious,
O'er sin, and death, and | hell, he reigns vic- torious.

2

No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending pain,

In that blest country can ad- mission | gain;

No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear,

For God's own hand shall | wipe the | falling | tear.
There our Redeemer lives, &c.

3

Before the throne a crystal river glides;

Immortal verdure decks its | cheerful | sides;

There the fair tree of life, majestic rears

Its blooming head, and | sov'reign | virtue | bears.
There our Redeemer lives, &c.

4

No rising sun his needless beams displays;
No sickly moon emits her | feeble | rays.
The Godhead there celestial glory sheds:

Th' exalted Lamb e- ternal | radiance | spreads.
There our Redeemer lives, &c.

5

The distant glimpse my eager passion fires:
To thee, O LORD, my longing soul as- pires!
When shall I at thy heavenly home arrive?
When leave this earth, and when be- gin to live?
There is my Savior seen all | bright and glorious;
O'er sin, and death, and | hell, he reigns vic- torious.

"Thy will be done!" || In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may | run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,]
"Thy will be done."

Thy will be done!"|| If o'er us shine
A gladd'ning and a | prosp'rous | sun,||
This prayer will make it more divine-
"Thy will be done."

"Thy will be done!" Though shrouded o'er
Our path with | gloom,|| one comfort-one
Is ours: to breathe, while we adore,

Close by repeating the first two measures-"Thy will be done."

Bowring

Great God of wonders! all thy ways
Display thine attributes di- vine; ||
But the fair glories of thy grace,

Beyond thine other wonders | shine.
I
Who is a pard'ning God like thee,
Or who has grace so | rich and | free?

2

Such deep transgressions to forgive,
Such guilty daring worms to | spare;||
This is thine own prerogative,

And in the honor | none shall | share.
Who is a pard'ning God like | thee,
Or who has grace so | rich and | free?
3

Pardon-from an offended God!

Pardon-for sins of deepest | dye!||
Pardon-bestow'd through Jesus' blood!
Pardon-which brings the rebel | nigh!||

Who is a pard'ning God like | thee,
Or who has grace so | rich and | free?
I

Davies

God is our refuge and defence,

Our shield his dread Om- nipotence:||
Earth may be- neath us | shrink;

The ancient mountains hoar

Down in the deep tide | sink;
Let the wild deluge roar!
Jehovah is our | refuge..and de- fence!

2

There is a river | calm and pure;
Whose streams refresh and well secure
The dwelling..place of God;

Blest city, fair and bright,

His favor'd saints' abode,

A-men.

Where the Lord..reigns in | light;
No foe can shake his strong foun- dations | sure.

3

God is our refuge and our shield,

What then can make us. | fear or | yield?
Wars at his..bidding | cease;

He breaks the bow and spear,

He reigns in | truth and

Let all adore and fear

peace;

Our God and Savior, | Israel's..help and | shield!

* Translated from the German of Luther, being a versification of a part of the 46th psalm; and the same which was set to music, and sung by the great Reformer on the occasion of his journey to Worms, where he was summoned to appear before the Diet, in 1521. 12*

Amen.

SELECTION 205.

THE HEAD OF SAINTS AND ANGELS.

Hail! great Immanuel, ever honor'd name!

Spread it, ye angels, through heaven's | sacred frame: Ye sceptred cherubim before his throne,

And flaming seraphim, | bow | humbly | down:

He is your Head; with prostrate | awe a- dore him,
And lay with joy, your | radiant | crowns be- fore him.

Array'd in his refulgent beams ye shine,

And draw existence from his | source di- vine;
Grateful, ye wait the signal of his hand,

Pleas'd to obey your | Sov'reign's | high com- mand;

In Him th' indwelling | Dei..ty ad- miring,

To bear his brighter | image | still as- piring.

Mortals with you in cheerful homage join,

Their sweetest songs of praise with yours com- bine:
Mean as we are, with sins and griefs beset,
We glory that in | him we | stand com- plete:

He is our Head, and we with | you a- dore him,

And pour our wants, our | joys, our | hearts be- fore him.

Doddridge.