3 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt me to desert thy door.
4 God is our Sun, he makes our day,
God is our Shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.
5 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

6 Blest are the men, whose steadfast mind
To Zion's gate is still inclin'd;

God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

WATTS.

Lord, I would wait,
And with thee dwell.

3 To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide,

A blessed Gospel. Psa. lxxxix.

OLEST are the souls who hear and know

The gospel's joyful sound;

Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.

9 Their joy shall bear their spirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name;
His promises exalt their hope,

Nor Satan dares condemn.

9 The Lord our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Israel, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.

WATTS.

The Covenant of Grace. Psa. lxxxix.
EAR what the Lord in vision said,
And made his mercy

HEA

known:

"Sinners, behold your help is laid Ол my beloved Son.

I

2 Behold the Man my wisdom chose,
Among your mortal race;
His head my holy oil o'erflows,
The Spirit of my grace.

3 High shall be reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;
My arm shall put his rivals down,
And still new subjects bring.

4 My truth shall guard him in his way,
With mercy by his side;

While in my name, through earth and sea,
He shall in triumph ride.

5 Me for his Father and his God,
He shall for ever own;

Call me his Rock, his High Abode,
And I'll support my Son.

6 My first-born Son, array'd in grace,
At my right hand shall sit;
Beneath him angels know their place,
And princes at his feet.

7 My cov❜nant stands for ever fast,
My promises are strong;

Firm as the heav'n his throne shall last,
His seed endure as long."

HYMN 144. C. M.

The same.

ET (saith the Lord) if David's race,
The children of my Son,

Should break my laws, abuse my grace,
And tempt my anger down;

2 Their sins I'll visit with the rod,
And make their folly smart ;
But never cease to be their God,
Nor from my truth depart.

3 My cov'nant I will not revoke,
But keep my grace in mind;

WATTS.

And what eternal Love hath spoke,
Eternal Truth shall bind.

4 Once have I sworn (I need no more)
And pledg'd my holiness,
To seal the sacred promise sure
To David and his race.

5 The sun shall see his offspring rise,
And spread from sea to sea,
Long as he travels round the skies,
To give the nations day.

6 Sure as the moon that rules the night,
His kingdom shall endure,

Till the fix'd laws of shade and light
Shall be observ'd no more."

HYMN 145. P. M.

A Charity Hymn.

LORD of life, all praise excelling,

Thou, in glory unconfin'd,

Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling
With the poor of humble mind.

2 As thy love, through all creation,
Beams like thy diffusive light,
So the scorn'd and humble station
Shrinks before thine equal sight.

3 Thus thy care, for all providing,

Warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue; Who, the lot of all deciding,

To thy chosen Israel sung:

4 When thine harvest yields thee pleasure,
Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind,
To the poor belongs the treasure

Of the scatter'd ears behind.

These thy God ordains to bless
The widow and the fatherless.

WATTS.

5 When thine olive plants increasing,
Pour their plenty o'er thy plain,
Grateful thou shalt take the blessing,
But not search the bough again.
These, &c.

6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,
Gladdens thy autumnal scene,
Own the bounteous hand bestowing;
But thy vines the poor
shall glean.

These, &c.

7 Still we read thy word declaring
Mercy, Lord, thine own decree;
Mercy ev'ry sorrow sharing,
Warms the heart resembling thee.

8 Still the orphan and the stranger,
Still the widow owns thy care;
Screen'd by thee in ev'ry danger,
Heard by thee in ev'ry prayer.

HYMN 146. C. M.

Divine Protection, Resignation and Gratitude. Ps. xci

WE

WHEN I survey life's varied scene,
Amidst the darkest hours,

Bright rays of comfort shine between,
And thorns are mix'd with flow'rs.

This thought can all my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly;

No harm can ever reach my soul,
Beneath my Father's eye.

3 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear!
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.

4 If pain and sickness rend this frame,
Aud life almost depart ;