4 But in thy law and gospel, Lord, 5 Thy word is everlasting truth, That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. THY HYMN 155. C. M. Desire of Divine Knowledge. Ps. cxix. HY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, Open my eyes to read thy word, Is form'd with care and skill; 3 Since I'm a stranger here below, 4. If thou to me thy statutes shew, 5 From those vain objects turn my sight, HYMN 156. Divine Preservation. TO God I lift my eyes, WATTS. TATE and WATTS. P. M. Ps. cxxi. From whom is all my aid: 2 HYMN 157. P. M. The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. cxxii, [OW does my heart rejoice, HOW 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. Zion, thrice happy place! Adorn'd with wondrous grace, And walls of strength enclose thee round; To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 Here David's holy Son, 4 5 Hath plac'd his royal throne, He makes the wicked sad ; But humble souls rejoice with fear. May peace attend thy gate, To bless the soul of ev'ry guest; The man who seeks thy peace, My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this sacred house," For here my friends and brethren dwell; My soul shall ever love thee well. HYMN 158. C. M. Remarkable Deliverance. Ps. cxxvi. WH WATTS. HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, Our rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, 2 "Great is the work," our brethren cry'd, 3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 4 Let those who sow in sadness, wait They shall confess their sheaves are great, -5 The seed, though buried long in dust, BU HYMN 159. S. M. Brotherly Love. Ps. cxxxiii. OLEST are the sons of peace, Whose kind designs to serve and please 2 Blest is the pious house, Where zeal and friendship meet ; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, WATTS. The saints are blest above; Where peace like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. HYMN 160. Daily and nightly Devotion. WATTS. E servants of th' eternal King, YE Your grateful hymns in triumph sing; Ye who attend his courts by day, 2 Behold the sun, obedient still 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. K Partly from MERR A Song of Praise. Ps. cxxxviii. To thee, my God, my heart shall bring 2 Amidst the glories of thy name, A faithful God, thy words proclaim 3 Th' eternal God looks kindly down 4 Thou, Lord, wilt all my hopes fulfil MRS. STEELE. Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song. |