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HYMN 564. P. M.

Version of Psalm of 148.
To praise the Lord be our delight,

Praise him in the arched height:
Hosts and Angels of his own

Warble praise to him alone :
2 Sun and moon, the eyes of day

And dewy night, bis praise display:
Ye stars, and thou, O ligbt, awake

Voiced music for his sake :
3 All ye heavens, spread out on high,

Ring with the golden melody :
And, ye waters, laid in store

Above the heavens, io song adore : 4 Let them in grateful concert praise

The Lord, and magnify his ways;
Be his eternal love display'd,

Who spake the word, and they were made : 5 By whom, let not


They, and all things, created were :
Who has secur'd them by a law,

Which holds eternity in awe :
6 And on the earth, O praise the Lord ;

Ye monstrous deeps, your praise afford :
Thou burning fire, and hail, and snow,

And vapours, your great author koow:
7 And wind and storm, that keep his word ;

Mountains and bills, O praise the Lord :
And fruitful trees and cedars tall,

And beasts and grazing cattle all:
8 Praise him, ye birds on cbarter'd wings,

And praise him, all ye creeping things;
Ye throned kings, and people praise,

And judges, his eternal ways:
9 And youth ; and in his name rejoice,

Old men and babes, with equal voice :

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let them sing his holy worth,
Whose praise is above heaven and earth :
10 He sball his chosen people raise,

And all bis saints consent in praise :
Yea, Israel; and defend from blame
A people faithful to his name. Lord THURLOW.

HYMN 565. L. M.

Emmaus. A Sacred Ode.
" Abide with us, for it is towards evening.” Luke xxiv, 29.
ABIDE with us, the evening shades
And as the ling'ring twilight fades,

Dark clouds along th' horizon sail. 2 Abide with us--the night is chill ;

And damp and cheerless is the air;
Be our companion, Stranger still,

And thy repose shall be our care.
3 Abide with us—iby converse sweet

Has well beguild the tedious way ;
With such a friend we joy to meet,

We supplicate thy longer stay.
4 Abide with us for well we know

Tby skill to cheer the gloomy bour,
Like balm thy honied accents flow,
Our wounded spirits feel their pow'r.
5 Abide with us--and still unfold

Thy sacred, thy prophetic lore;
What wondrous things of Jesus told !

Stranger, we thirst, we pant for more, 6 Abide with us and still converse

Of him who late on Calv'ry died :
Of bim the prophecies rehearse,

He was our friend they crucified.
7 Abide with us our hearts are cold,

We thought that Israel he'd restore ;
But sweet the truths thy lips have told,
And, Stranger, we complaio no more,


8 Abide with us—we feel the charm,

That binds us to our unknown friend;
Here pass the night secure from barm,

Here, Stranger, let thy wand'rings end. 9 Abide with us to their request

The Stranger bows, with smiles divine;
Then round the board the unkoowo guest

And weary travellers recline.
10 Abide with us—amaz'd they cry,

As suddenly, whilst breaking bread,
Their owo lost Jesus meets their eye,

With radiant glory on bis head !
11 Abide with us—thou hear’oly Friend,

Leave not thy foll’wers thus alone :
The sweet communion here must end,-
The bearinly visitant is gone! T. Raffles.

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HYMN 566. L. M.

New Year.
row short and how fleeting the year,

Unbeeded, uothought of, 'eis past ;
And the sound but just skimm'd on my

To the day that is number'd its last ! 2 But the circle returns on its course,

And the days are revolving again,
And thus is renew'd the still source,

Whence issue both pleasure and pain. 3 What changes with time do ensue,

How varied each aspect I see;
Each object presents to my view,

A suitable lesson to me!
4 For time must be brought to its close,

And ages will cease to be more,
All pature will bask in repose,

And varying seasons be o'er. 5 But yet over all shall survive,

In beauty, which ruin unfuris

Religion for ever shall live,

And be the survivor of worlds ; 6 And, proof 'midst the general scene,

'Gainst such devastation and woe, Midst misery, calm and serene,

Unspeakable joy she shall know. 7 Oh, then, this is wisdom indeed,

To be cloth'd with such virtue as this,
And now while the offer is made,

To take the first proffer of peace.
8 Then years will pot waste me away,

But bear me with joy on their wing,
And I shall behold the glad day,
Whence life, dever ending, shall spring. LiverpoolMag.


HYMN 567. L. M.
On Mark iv. ver. 37 to 41 inclusive.
COW oft on the ocean of life,

Do billows on billows arise ;
And the winds, with soul-harassing strife,

Blow. clouds of dismay o'er the skies ! 2 Then, the sails of prosperity torn,

We are left with the tempest to cope ;
And scarcely, our state's so forlorn,

Find room for the anchor of Hope. 3 Yet still with the compass of Faith,

And the chart of the Gospel on board ;
We may smile on the whirlpool beneath,

Assur'd that our pilot's the Lord. 4 Aod why should we ever mistrust

Him, who still in the steerage is laid ?
Tho' He seem to be sleeping at first,

He will rise when we call for his aid.
5 “ Ab, why did ye fear ?" He will cry,

Then speaking His word of control,
All danger and terror shall fly,
And leave a sweet calm on the soul. E. W-G.


HYMN 568. L. M.

Desiring to Praise God.
LMIGHTY author of my frame,

To thee my vital pow'rs belong;
Thy praise, (delightful, glorious theme !)

Demands heart, my life, my tongue. 2 My heart, my life, my tongue are thine:

o be thy praise their blest employ! But may my song with angels join,

Nor sacred awe forbid the joy? 3 Thy glories, the seraphic lyre

On all its strings attempts in vain ;
Then how shall mortals dare aspire

In thought, to try th’ unequal strain ? 4 Yet the great Sou'reign of the skies

To mortals bends a gracious ear;
Nor the mean tribute will despise,

If offer'd with a heart sincere,
5 Great God, accept the humble praise,

And guide my heart, and guide my tongue,
While to thy name I trembling raise
The grateful, though unwortby song.

Mrs. Steele.

HYMN 569. L. M.

God the Soul's only Portion. Lam. iii. 4.
IN vain the world's alluring smile

Would my unwary heart beguile :
Deluding world ! its brightest day,

Dream of a moment, fleets away!
2 Earth's highest pleasures, could they last,

Would pall and languish on the taste;
Such airy chaff was ne'er design'd

To feed th' immortal, craving mind. 3 To nobler bliss my soul aspires,

Come, Lord, and fill these vast desires ;
Be thou my portion, here I rest,
Since of my utmost wish possest.

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