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,
How pure is ev'ry page!

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,
How great thy works appear!

Open my eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.
2 My flesh, 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 thy statutes shew,
And heav'nly truth impart,
Thy work for ever I'll pursue,
Thy law shall rule my heart.

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.

TO God I lift my eyes,

WATTS.

TATE and WATTS.

P. M.

Ps. cxxi.

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

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;
In thee our tribes appear,

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 sits for grace and judgment here;
He bids the saints be glad,

He makes the wicked sad ;

But humble souls rejoice with fear.

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 thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest!

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.

WH

WATTS.

HEN God reveal'd his gracious name,
And chang'd our mournful state,

Our rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The work appear'd so great.

2 "Great is the work," our brethren cry'd,
And own'd the power divine;
"Great is the work," our souls reply'd,
"And be the glory thine."

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.

BU

HYMN 159. S. M.

Brotherly Love. Ps. cxxxiii.

OLEST 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.

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,
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
In 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.

K

Partly from MERR

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 shines;

A faithful God, thy words proclaim
In everlasting lines.

3 Th' eternal God looks kindly down
On pious humble souls ;
But from afar his 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.

Ye holy throng

Of angels bright,

In worlds of light,

Begin the song.