CH. ZEUNER.

Oh! praise the Lord; for he is good;
In him we rest obtain :

His mercy has through ages stood,
And ever shall remain.

Let all the people of the Lord

His praises spread around;

Let them his grace and love record
Who have salvation found.

Now let the east in him rejoice,
The west its tribute bring,

The north and south lift up their voice

In honor of their King.

Oh! praise the Lord; for he is good;

In him we rest obtain:

His mercy has through ages stood,

And ever shall remain.

C. M.

131. Since all the varying scenes of time God's watchful eye surveys,

Oh! who so wise to choose our lot,
Or to appoint our ways?

Good when he gives, supremely good;
Nor less when he denies :
E'en crosses from his sovereign hand
Are blessings in disguise.

Why should we doubt a Father's love,
So constant and so kind?
To his unerring, gracious will
Be every wish resigned.

In thy fair book of life divine,
My God, inscribe my name:
There let it fill some humble place
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.

132. Jehovah, God! thy gracious power
On every hand we see:
Oh, may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee!

If on the wings of morn we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our footsteps lead,
Thy love our path surround.

Thy power is in the ocean-deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps;
Thy goodness never dies.

From morn till noon, till latest eve,
Thy hand, O God! we see;
And all the blessings we receive
Proceed alone from thee.

133.

Arise, ye people! and adore;
Exulting strike the chord :
Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess the almighty Lord.

Glad shouts aloud, wide echoing round,
The ascending God proclaim:
The angelic choir respond the sound,
And shake creation's frame.

They sing of death and hell o'erthrown
In that triumphant hour;
And God exalts his conquering Son
To his right hand of power.

Oh, shout, ye people! and adore;
Exulting strike the chord:

Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess the almighty Lord.

My spirit on thy care,

Blest Saviour, I recline:

Thou wilt not leave me to despair;
For thou art love divine.

In thee I place my trust;
On thee I calmly rest:

I know thee good, I know thee just,
And count thy choice the best.

Whate'er events betide,

Thy will they all perform:

Safe on thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm.

Let good or ill befall,

It must be good for me, Secure of having thee in all, Of having all in thee.

My soul, be on thy guard:

Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of Sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

Oh! watch and fight and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down:

Thy arduous work will not be done

Till thou obtain thy crown.

Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God:

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode.

LUCAS.

Jesus, who knows full well
The heart of every saint,
Invites us all our griefs to tell;
To pray, and never faint.

He bows his gracious ear;

We never plead in vain :
Yet we must wait till he appear;
And pray, and pray again.
Jesus, the Lord, will hear

His chosen when they cry:
Yes, though he may a while forbear,
He'll help them from on high.

Then let us earnest be,

And never faint in prayer: He loves our importunity,

And makes our cause his care.

Arranged from MOZART.

140. Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise; Thee the creation sings:

With thy loved name rocks, hills, and seas,

And heaven's high palace, rings.

Thy hand-how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!

Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.

Infinite strength and equal skill

Shine forth the world abroad,
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder, God.

But still the wonders of thy grace

Our softer passions move:

Pity divine in Jesus' face
We see, adore, and love.

Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;

Free from care, from labor free,

Lord, I would commune with thee.

Thou, whose all-pervading eye Nought escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.

Soon for me the light of day
Shall forever pass away:
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.

Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity,

Then from thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.

Come in, thou blessed of the Lord!
Stranger nor foe art thou:

We welcome thee with warm accord,
Our friend, our brother, now.

The hand of fellowship, the heart
Of love, we offer thee:
Leaving the world, thou dost but part
From lies and vanity.

Come with us; we will do thee good
As God to us hath done :
Stand but in him as those have stood
Whose faith the victory won.

And when by turns we pass away,
And star by star grows dim,
May each, translated into day,
Be lost and found in him!

Awake, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
And lift your voices high;

Awake, and praise the sovereign love
That shows salvation nigh.

Swift on the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome, each declining day!
Welcome, each closing year!

Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes.

Ye wheels of Nature, speed your course!

Ye mortal powers, decay!

Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

DENFIELD.

C. M.

Oh! 'twas a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say,
"Up, Israel! to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day!"

At Salem's courts we must appear
With our assembled powers,

In strong and beauteous order ranged,
Like her united towers.

Oh! pray we, then, for Salem's peace;
For they shall prosperous be,
Thou holy city of our God,

Who bear true love to thee.

May Peace within thy sacred walls
A constant guest be found!
With plenty and prosperity
Thy palaces be crowned!