5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our Helper-God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.
1 WITH humble heart and tongue, My God, to thee I pray;
O make me learn whilst I am young,
How I may cleanse my way.
2 Now in my early days,
Teach me thy will to know;
O God, thy sanctifying grace
Betimes on me bestow.
3 Make an unguarded youth,
The object of thy care;
Help me to choose the way of truth,
And fly from every snare.
4 My heart, to folly prone,
Renew by power divine; Unite it to thyself alone,
And make me wholly thine.
50 let thy word of grace
My warmest thoughts employ; Be this thro' all my following days, My treasure, and my joy.
6 To what thy laws impart
Be my whole soul inclin'd;
O let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.
7 May thy young servant learn,
By these to cleanse his way;
And may I here the path discern
That leads to endless day.
1 TO thee who reign'st supreme above, And reign'st supreme below,
The God of wisdom, power, and love,
We our successes owe. 1
2 The thundering horse, the martial band,
Without thine aid were vain ;
And victory flies at thy command
To crown the bright campaign.
3 Thy mighty arm, unseen, was nigh,
When we our foes assail'd;
"Tis thou hast rais'd our honors high,
And o'er their hosts prevail'd.
4 What tho' no columns lifted high
Stand deep inscrib'd with praise,
Yet sounding honours to the sky,
Our grateful tongues shall raise.
5 To our young race will we proclaim,
The mercies God has shown ;
That they may learn to bless his name,
And choose him for their own.
6 Thus, while we sleep in silent dust,
When threatening dangers come,
Their father's God, shall be their trust,
Their refuge and their home.
refuge
1 GREAT ruler of the earth and skies,
A word of thy Almighty breath
Can sink the world, or bid it rise:
Thy smile is life, thy frown is death.
2 When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,
And war resounds its dire alarms,
And slaughter spreads the hostile plains. 3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their
And noise and war are heard no more.
4 Then peace returns with balmy wing, (Sweet peace! with her what blessings fled;) Glad plenty laughs, the vallies sing,
Reviving commerce lifts her head.
5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord,
All move subservient to thy will;
And peace and war await thy word,
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.
6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore;
O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues,
Confess thy goodness and adore.
1 PRAISE to the Lord, who bows his ear Propitious to his people's prayer;
And, tho' deliverance long delay,
Answers in his well-chosen day.
2 Salvation doth to God belong;
His power and grace shall be our song;
The tribute of our love we bring
To thee, our Saviour, and our King!
3 Our temples guarded from the flame,
Shall echo thy triumphant name;
And every peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
4 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy honor'd sight;
Hence in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour to persevere.
[OW blest is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burthen his mind,
the soul that hath left
This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics rejoicing I see.
No longer in misery now,
No longer a sinner like me.
2 The languishing head is at rest;
Its thinking and aching are o'er :
The quiet, immoveable breast
Is heav'd by affliction no more;
The heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat,
And never shall flutter again.
3 The eyes which he seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Seal'd up in eternal repose,
Have strangely forgotten to weep;
The fountain can yield no supplies,
These hollows from water are free,
The tears are all wip'd from these eyes,
And evil they never shall see.
4 To mourn, and to suffer is mine,
While bound in a prison I breathe,
And still for deliverance pine,
And press to the issues of death;
What now with my tears I bedew,
OI might this moment become,
My spirit created anew,
My flesh be consign'd to the tomb.
WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with grief and fear,
I see my Maker, face to face,
O how shall I appear.
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
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