HYMN XVIII.

The Traveller's Thanksgiving.

How pleasant 'tis to see

Kindred and friends agree,
Each in their proper station move,
And each fulfil their part,
With sympathising heart,

In all the cares of life and love.

"Tis like the ointment shed On Aaron's sacred head, Divinely rich, divinely sweet : The oil thro' all the room

Diffus'd a choice perfume,

Ran thro' his robes and bless'd his feet.

Like fruitful show'rs of rain

That water all the plain,

Descending from the neighb'ring hills:

Such streams of pleasure roll

Thro' ev'ry friendly soul,

Where love like heav'nly dew distils.

HYMN XIX.

Comfort in Sickness and Death.

WHEN sickness shakes the languid frame,
Each dazzling pleasure flies;
Phantoms of bliss no more obscure
Our long-deluded eyes.

Then the tremendous arm of death

Its fatal sceptre shows;

And nature faints beneath the weight
Of complicated woes.

The tott'ring frame of mortal life

Shall crumble into dust;

Nature shall faint; but learn, my soul,

On nature's God to trust.

The man whose pious heart is fix'd
On his all-gracious God,

From ev'ry frown may draw a joy,
And kiss the chast'ning rod.

Nor him shall death itself alarm;
On heav'n his soul relies;

With joy he views his Maker's love,
And with composure dies.

HYMN XX.

Sanctified Afflictions.

FATHER, I bless thy gentle hand :
How kind was thy chastising rod,
That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God!

Foolish and vain, I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord!
I left my guide and lost my way,
But now I love and keep thy word.
'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell;
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.

The law that issues from thy mouth,
Shall raise my cheerful passions more
Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hills of golden ore.

Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy spirit form'd my soul within ;

Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.

Then all that love and fear the Lord,
At my salvation shall rejoice;

For I have hoped in thy word,

And made thy grace my only choice.

HYMN XXI.

God seen in His Works.

GOD of the ocean, earth, and sky,
In thy bright presence we rejoice—
We feel thee-see thee ever nigh,
And gladly hear thy gracious voice.

We feel thee in the sunny beam—

We see thee walk the mountain waves; We hear thee in the murmuring stream, And when the tempest wildly raves.

God, on the lonely hills we meet !

God, in the vale and fragrant grove! While birds and whispering winds repeat, That God is there-the God of love!

We meet thee in the pensive hour

WREFORD.

When wearied nature sinks to rest-
When dies the breeze, and sleeps the flower,
And peace is given to every breast.

We see thee, when at eve, afar

We upward lift our wondering sight,

We see thee in each silent star

That beautifies the gloom of night.

HYMN XXII. J. C. WALLACE.

God seen in every Thing.

THERE's not a place in earth's vast round,

In ocean deep, or air,

Where skill and wisdom are not found,
For God is every where,

There's not of grass a simple blade,
Or leaf of lowliest mien,

Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
Or heavenly wisdom seen.

There's not a tempest dark and dread,
Or storm that rends the air,

Or blast that sweeps o'er ocean's bed,
But heaven's own voice is there.

There's not a star, whose twinkling light
Illumes the distant earth,
And cheers the silent gloom of night,
But mercy gave it birth.

Around, beneath, below, above,

Wherever space extends,

There Heaven displays its boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.

Then rise, my soul, and sing His name,
And all His praise rehearse,

Who spread abroad earth's glorious frame,
And built the universe.

HYMN XXIII.

Omnipresence of the Deity.

FATHER and friend! thy light, thy love,

Beaming through all thy works we see;
Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of thee.

Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel,
Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight,
Involved in clouds-invisible,

Reignest, the Lord of life and light.

BOWRING.

We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens thy throne may be ;
But this we know, where'er thou art,

Strength, wisdom, goodness dwell with thee.

And through the various maze of time,
And through the infinity of space,
We follow thy career sublime,

And all thy wondrous footsteps trace.

Thy children shall not faint or fear,

Sustained by this delightful thought; Since thou, their God, art every where, They cannot be where thou art not.

HYMN XXIV.

The Thought of God a Support in Affliction.

To calm the sorrows of the mind,
Our heavenly Friend is nigh,
To wipe the anxious tear that starts,
Or trembles in the eye.

JERVIS.