89.

So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God,
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;

While justice, temperance, truth, and love
Our inward piety approve.

Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearing of the Lord;
And faith stands leaning on his word.

90.

Awake, my soul! and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me while I slept:

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless life partake.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew:

Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design or do or say;

That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

91. I am weary of straying: oh! fain would I rest
In that far-distant land of the pure and the blest,
Where sin can no longer its blandishments spread,
And tears and temptations forever have fled."
I am weary of hoping where hope is untrue,
As fair, but as fleeting, as morning's bright dew:
I long for that land whose blest promise alone
Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne.

I am weary of loving what passes away;
The sweetest, the dearest, alas! may not stay:
I long for that land where these partings are o'er,
And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more.

I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love:
Oh! when shall I rest in thy presence above?
I am weary; but, oh! let me never repine [mine.
While thy word and thy love and thy promise are

92. 'Mid scenes of confusion, and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home!
Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace,
And thrice-precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee in glory at home.

While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
Oh! give me submission, and strength as my day:
In all my afflictions, to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauty to shine;
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine;
And in thy dear image arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise thee at home.

A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring:

96.

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
Oh, may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

How blest the sacred tie that binds,
In union sweet, according minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run
Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one!

To each the soul of each how dear!
What jealous care! what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!

Together oft they seek the place
Where God reveals his awful face:
How high, how strong, their raptures swell,
There's none but kindred minds can tell.

Nor shall the glowing flame expire
'Mid nature's drooping, sickening fire:
Soon shall they meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy, because of love.

I send the joys of earth away:
Away, ye tempters of the mind,

False as the smooth, deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind!

Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,

Which warned me of that dark abyss; Which drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss.

Now to the shining realms above

I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes: Oh for the pinions of a dove

To bear me to the upper skies!

There, from the bosom of my God,

Oceans of endless pleasure roll:

There would I fix my last abode,

98.

Great God! to thee my evening song
With humble gratitude I raise:
Oh! let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.

My days, unclouded as they pass,
And every gently-rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and power.
Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus: his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God!
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
Let this blest hope mine eyelids close;
With sleep refresh my feeble frame:
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name!

And drown the sorrows of my soul.

100. Lord, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace,
But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place.

What strange, surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!

My Saviour takes me by the hand;
My Jesus bids me come.

Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven,
In praise join all your powers:
No theme is like redeeming love;
No Saviour is like ours.

Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee;
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.

102. There is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts
When sink the beams of light;

There is an arm that never tires
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails
When earthly loves decay.

But there's a power which man can wield
When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love, to reach,
That listening ear to gain.

That power is prayer, which soars on high,
Through Jesus, to the throne;

And moves the hand which moves the world,
To bring salvation down.

I love thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode;

The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.

I love thy Church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can
And brighter bliss of heaven.

yield,

105. Blest hour, when righteous souls shall meet,
Shall meet to part no more,
And with celestial welcome greet
On an immortal shore !

The parent finds his long-lost child;
Brothers on brothers gaze:
The tear of resignation mild

Is changed to joy and praise.
Each tender tie, dissolved with pain,
With endless bliss is crowned:
All that was dead revives again;
All that was lost is found.

Congenial minds, arrayed in light,
High thoughts shall interchange;
Nor cease, with ever-new delight,
On wings of love to range.

106. There is a glorious world of light
Above the starry sky,

Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most high.

And hark! amid the sacred songs

Those heavenly voices raise,

Ten thousand thousand infant tongues
Unite in perfect praise.

Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal frame decay:
Parents and children, one by one,
Must die, and pass away.

Great God! impress this solemn thought
To-day on every breast:

May both the teachers and the taught
Be found among the blest!

107. This is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own:
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! descend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name
To save our sinful race.

Hosanna in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise !
The highest heaven, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.