LVII. HYMN.-C. M.

1 I LOVE the glory of the morn,
Display'd in orient ray,

When from the ocean's wave is born
The father of the day.

2 I love the warmer beam of noon
Which opens ev'ry flower,
And sets the dye on ev'ry bloom
In nature's rosy bower.

3 I love the milder evening beam, Which glitters through the trees, When Sol's full face is broader seen, And sweetens ev'ry breeze.

4 And yet a glory I have seen,
Far brighter than the morn;
It is the light of Zion's King,
For man's salvation born.

5 The virtues ting'd by his bright ray, Surpass each opening flower, Which blushes to the noon of day, In nature's rosy bower.

6 Nor does the setting sun display Such sweet, such soft'ning charms, As the bright hope of glory's day, Which tyrant death disarms.

LVIII. HYMN.-C. M.

1 Он, thou! who sit'st enthron'd on high,
In viewless splendour ray'd,
Before the lustre of whose eye
The brightest glories fade.

2 Though thou art high, yet thou dost hear
The lowly suppliant's moan;
Though thou art great, each secret tear
Begems thy radiant throne.

3 When shafts of anguish wound the soul, Thy healing balm is nigh;

When tempests rise, and billows roll,
To thee alone we fly.

4 Then hush! dark sorrow's weeping child, Toss'd on this troub'lous sea,

In strains of peace he whispers mild,
"Fear not! for I'm with thee."

LIX. HYMN.-L. M.

1 How great is our Creator God,
In wisdom, majesty, and might;
When he displays his pow'r abroad,
And brings his wonders forth to light.

Behold what cloudy columns rise,
Terrific as the shades of night;

What peals of thunder rend the skies, The lightning, how sublimely bright!

3 How dreadful is the threat'ning hail; Th' approaching tempest, O how grand! What terrors does the mind assail

When deep convulsions shake the land.

4 The seas with hollow murmurs groan, The bowels of the mountains flame; The elements affrighted own

The awful greatness of thy name.

5 Almighty God! thy chariot wheels:
In solemn pomp and grandeur roll;
Thy presence trembling nature feels,
And humble reverence fills the soul.

LX. HYMN.-C. M.

1 To thee, O God, my thoughts ascend, My joy and glory here;

My portion and my heavenly friend,
And my Redeemer dear.

2 Mercy and tenderness and

grace,

And truth, with love divine
Appear in thy sweet smiling face,
And with compassion shine.

S I find a full supply for all

My wants, O God, in thee;
Thine ear attends my every call,
Thy goodness succours me.

4 In evening shadows, when I sleep,
Or morning, when I rise,
Thou dost my moments safely keep,
And bring me rich supplies.

5 Thy tender mercies, Lord, I trace
In all my paths around;
And ev'ry day, in ev'ry place,
Thy fulness doth abound.

6 Friendship and safety, rest and health,
From thy compassions flow;
And stores of intellectual wealth
Thou freely dost bestow.

7 Receive my humble thankfulness,
As all I can return;

And let not thy abundant grace
The willing off'ring spurn.

LXI. HYMN--C. M.

1 DAUGHTERS of pity tune the lay,
To mourners joy belongs;
While he that wipes all tears away
Accepts our thankful songs.

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2 No altars smoke, no off'rings bleed,
No guiltless lives expire;
To help a brother in his need
Is all our rites require.

3 Our off'ring is a willing mind
To comfort the distrest;
In other's good our own to find,
In others' blessings blest.

4 Go to the pillow of disease,

Where night gives no repose;
And on the cheek where sickness preys,
Bid health to plant a rose.

5 Go where the friendless stranger lies,
To perish is his doom;

Snatch from the grave his closing eyes,
And bring his blessing home.

6. Thus what our heav'nly Father gave, Shall we as freely give;

Thus copy him that liv'd to save,
And died that we might live.

LXII. HYMN.s. M.

1 OUT of the depths of woe,
To thee, O Lord, I cry;

Darkness surrounds me, but I know
That thou art ever nigh.