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4 But in thy law and gospel, Lord,

Are lessons more divine ;
Not earth stands firmer than thy word,

Nor stars so nobly shine.
5 Thy word is everlasting truth,

pure is ev'ry page!
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

HYMN 155. C. M.

Desire of Divine Knowledge. Ps. cxix.
VHY mercies fill the earth, O Lord,

How great thy works appear !
Open my eyes to read thy word,

And see thy wonders there.
2 My filesh, by thy creating hands,

Is form'd with care and skill;
O make me learn thy just commands,

That I may them fulfil!
3 Since I'm a stranger here below,

Be thou my constant guide ;
Direct the way my feet shall go,

Nor let me turn aside.
4. If thou to me tby statutes shew,

And heav'nly truth impart,
Thy work for ever I'll pursue,
Thy law shall rule


5 From those vain objects turn my sight,

Which this false world displays ;
But give me heav'nly power and light
To tread thy righteous ways.

HYMN 156.

Divine Preservation. Ps. cxxi.
TO God I lift my eyes,

From whom is all my aid :
The God who built the skies,
And earth's foundation laida

P. M.

God is the tower

To which I fly ;
His grace is nigh In ev'ry hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,

And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my heav'nly guide,
Will dissipate, my fears.
Those wakeful eyes

Which never sleep,
Shall Israel keep,

When dangers rime. 3 No burning heat by day,

Nor blast of ev’ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there,

Thou art my light And thou my sbade,

To guard my head, By day or pight. 4 Hast thou not promis'd, Lord,

To save my soul from death?
And I can trust thy word,
To keep my mortal breath.

Nor fear to die,
from on high

Thou call me home.




HYMN 157. P. M.
The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. cxxii,
TOW does my beart rejoice,

To hear the public voice,
“ Come, let us seek our God to-day!"

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We'll haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours

pay 2 Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorn'd with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength enclose thee round;

Io thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 Here David's holy Son,

Hath plac'd his royal throne,
He sits for grace and judgment here;

He bids the saiots be glad,

He makes the wicked sad;
But humble souls rejoice with fear.
4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of ev'ry guest;

The man who seeks thy peace,

And wishes tbipe increase, A thousand blessings on him rest! 5 My tongue repeats her vows,

“ Peace to this sacred house,” For here my friends and brethren dwell ;

And since my glorious God

Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well.


HYMN 158. C. M.

Remarkable Deliverance. Ps. cxxvi.
WHEN God reveald bis gracious name,

And chang'd our mouroful state,
Our rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,

The work appear'd so great.
2 « Great is the work,” our brethren cry'd,

And owo'd the power divine;
“ Great is the work,” our souls reply'd,

“ And be the glory thioe.”
3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,

Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise

To rivers of delight.
4 Let those who sow in sadness, wait

Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,

And shout the blessings home.


- 5 The seed, though buried long in dust,

Will not deceive their hope ;
The precious grain cannot be lost,
For grace ensures the crop.

HYMN 159. S. M.

Brotherly Love. Ps. cxxxiii.

LEST are the sons of peace,

Whose hearts and hopes are one ;
Whose kind designs to serve and please

Through all their actions run! 2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,

Make their communion sweet.
3 Thus on the heav'nly hills
The saints are blest above

; Where peace like morning dew distils,

And all the air is love.


HYMN 160. L. M.

Daily and nightly Devotion. Ps. cxxxiv.
YE servants of th' eternal King,

Your grateful hymns in triumph sing;
Ye who attend his courts by day,

And in the night your homage pay. 2 Behold the sun, obedient still

To execute his Maker's will!
The silver moon and planets roll

Io silence round the glowing pole. 3 As they dispense their steady rays,

Like them, be constant in his praise ;
Like them harmoniously join

To celebrate the hand divine.
4 And may that God whose power has made

This earth, and heav'n's wide arch display'd,
From sacred Zion bid you prove
The blessings of his boundless love.

Partly from MERR


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A Song of Praise. Ps. cxxxviii. To thee, my God, my heart shall bring

The lively grateful song ; Attending crowds shall hear me sing,

With rapture on my tongue. 2 Amidst the glories of thy name,

Thy truth exalted sbines ;
A faithful God, thy words proclaim

In everlasting lines.
3 Th' eternal God looks kiodly down

On pious humble souls ;
But from afar bis piercing frown

The sons of pride controls.
4 Thou, Lord, wilt all my hopes fulfil

To thee the work belongs ; Let endless mercy guide me still,

And tune my grateful songs. Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN 162 P. M.

Universal Praise. Ps. cxlviii.
E boundless realms of joy,

Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ,

Above the starry frame.
Ye holy throng

Of angels bright,
Io worlds of light, Begin the song
2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays,
Thou moon,

that rules the night,
Shine to your Maker's praise,

With stars of feebler light.
His praise declare, Ye heav’os above,

And clouds that move In liquid air. 3 Let them adore the Lord

And praise his holy name ;

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