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Nor from bis house will I remove,

Nor cease to speak bis praise.


HYMN 64. S. M.
Seeking Divine Forgiveness and Direction. Ps. xxv.
TGod I lift my eyes,

My trust is in his name ;
And they whose hope on him relies,

Shall never suffer shame. 2 From the first dawning light

Till the dark evening's shade, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,

And ask thy heav'nly aid. 3 Remember all thy grace,

And lead me in thy truth ; Forgive the sins of riper age,

Aod follies of my youth.
4 Thro' all the ways of God,

Both truth and mercy shine,
To those who with religious hearts

To his blest will incline.
5 He those in safety guides

Who bis direction seek,
And in his sacred paths will lead

The huinhle and the meek.
6 For thy own goodness' sake,

Save thou my soul from shame;
And pardon all my sins, though great,

Redeemer's name,

Tate and WATTS VA

HYMN 65. C. M.
The Church is our Safety and Delight. Ps. xxvii.
THE Lord of glory is my light,

And my salvation too ;
God is my strength, nor will I fear

W bat mortal flesh can do.


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% One privilege my beart desires;

O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,

The temples of my God!
3 There shall I offer my requests,

And see thy glory still;
Shall bear thy messages of love,

And learn thy holy will.
4 When troubles rise and storms appear,

his children hide; God has a strong pavilion, where

He makes my soul abide.
5 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,

Leave me to want or die,
My God would make my life his care,

And all my peed supply.
6 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,

And keep your courage up ;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,

And elevate your hope.



HYMN 66. C. M.

Love to Enemies. Ps. xxxv. 12--14.
EHOLD the love, the gen'rous love,

Which holy David shows !
Hark, how bis tender pity moves

To his afflicted foes !
2 When they are sick, his soul complaios,

And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigas,

And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole,

As for a brother dead !
And, fasting, mortify'd his soul,

Wbilst for their life be pray'd !
4 They groan, and curse bim on their bed,

Yet still he pleads and mourns ;

And double blessings on his head

The righteous God returns.
5 O glorious Type of heav'nly grace!

Thus Christ the Lord appears ;
Whilst sinners curse, the Saviour prays,

And pities them with tears.
8 He, the true David, Israel's King,

Bless'd and belov'd of God,
To save our souls from death and sio,

Shed his own precious blood.


HYMN 67. L. M.
The Divine Being and Perfections. Ps. xxxvi.

IGH in the heav'ns, eternal God,

Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break thro' ev'ry cloud,

Which veils and darkens thy designs. 2 For ever firm thy juscice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep ;
Wise are the wonders of thy bands,

Thy judgments are a mighty deep, 3 Thy providence is kind and large,

Both men and beasts thy bounty share ;
The whole creation is thy charge,

But saints are thy peculiar care. 4 O God, how excellent tby grace,

Whence all our hope and comfort springs!
The sons of Adain, in distress,

Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 5 From the provisions of thy house

We shall be fed with rich repast;

like a river flows, Aod brings salvation to our taste. 6 Life, like a fountain full and free,

Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light, our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in thy word.


HYMN 68. C.M.

Man's Mortality. Ps. XXXX.
EACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.
9 A span is all that we can boast,

How short the fleeting time!
Mao is but vanity and dust,

In all his flow'r and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move

Like shadows o'er the plain ;
They rage and strive, desire and love,

But all their noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show,

Some dig for golden ore ;
They toil for heirs, they know not who,

Aod straight are seen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then

From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,

And disappoiot our trust.
6 This fruitless search no more be mine,

Such hopes I now recal ;
My earthly prospects I resign,
And make my


HYMN 69. L. M.

Charity rewarded. Ps. xli.
LEST is the map, whose tender care

Relieves the poor in their distress;
Whose pity wipes the widow's tear,

Whose band supports the fatherless. % His heart contrives for their relief

More good than his own hand can do;
He, in the time of gen’ral grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.


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3 His soul shall live secure on earth,

With secret blessings on his head ;
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth

Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languish on his couch,

God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heav'n.


HYMN 70. “C. M.

In Time of War. Ps. xliv.
O LORD, our fathers oft have told,

lo our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days performid

And in more ancient years.
2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword,

To them salvation gave ;
'Twas not their number, nor their strength,

That did their country save.
3 By thy right hand, thy pow'rful arm,

Whose succour they implor’d,
Thy providence protected them,

Who thy great name ador’d.
4 As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,

So thou art still our King ;
Otherefore, as thou didst to them,

To us deliv'rance bring.
5 We will not trust our sword nor bow,

When we in war engage ;
But thee, who canst subdue our foe,

And calm their haughty rage. 6 To thee the glory we'll ascribe,

From whom salvation came ;
Io God our shield we will rejoice,

And ever bless thy name, Tate varied.

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