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2 Should earth against my soul engage, 18 Then let our songs abound, And fiery darts be huri'd,
And every tear be dry; Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
We 're trav'lling through IMMANUEL'S And face a frowning world.
ground, 3 Let cares like a wild Geluge come,
To fairer worlds on high.
HYMN 150. III. 3. 4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul Shall find eternal rest;
1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll
thee Across my peaceful breast.
For the bliss thy love bestows;
For the pard’ning grace that saves me, JOY.
And the peace that from it flows :
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise : 1 JOY is a fruit that will not grow
Thou must light the flame, or never In nature's barren soil ;
Can my love be warm’d to praise. All we can boast, tili CHRIST we know, 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought Is vanity and toil.
Wretched wand'rer, far astray; 2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, A sense of pard'ning love,
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee A hope that triumphs over death,
From the paths of death away; Give joys like those above.
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 3 These are the joys which satisfy
Hin who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing, And purify the mind;
Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind.
3 LORD, this bosom's ardent feeling 4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot,
Vainly would my lips express : 0, thou who art the LORD'S,
Low before thy footstool kneeling,, Resign to those who know him not,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless : Such joy as earth aftords.
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.
HYMN 151. III. 1.
1 LORD, my God, I long to know, 2 Let those refuse to sing
Oft it causes anxious thought; That never knew our God,
Do I love thee, LORD, or no? But children of the heavenly King
Am I thine, or am I not? May speak their joys abroad.
2 Could my heart so hard remain, 3 The God of heaven is ours,
Prayer a task and burden prove,
Any duty give me pain,
3 When I turn mine eyes within, 4 There shall we see his face,
Oh! how dark, and vain, and wild! And never, never sin;
Prone to unbelief and sin, There, from the rivers of his
Can I deem myself thy child ? Drink endless pleasures in.
4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 5 Yes, and before we rise
Find my sin a grief and thrall: To that immortal state,
Should I grieve for what I feel, The thoughts of such amazing bliss
If I did not love at all ? Should constant joys create. 6 Children of grace have found
5 Could I love thy saints to meet, Glury begun below:
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
Find at times the promise sweet, From faith and hope may grow.
If I did not love thee, LORD? 7 The bill of Sion yields
6 Saviour! let me love thee more, A thousand sacred sweets,
If I love at all, I pray: Before we reach the heavenly fields, If I have not loved before, Or walk the golden streets.
Help me to begin to-day,
13 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and
song, HYMN 152
Your vows in his temple proclaim; 1 THE God of Abrah'm praise,
His praise with melodious accordance proWho reigns enthroned above;
long, Ancient of everlasting days,
And bless his adorable name. And Gon of love;
4 For good is the LORD, inexpressibly JEHOVAH, Great I AM,
good, By earth and heaven confess'd;
And we are the work of his hand; I bow, and bless the sacred name
His mercy and truth from eternity stood, For ever bless'd.
And shall to eternity staud. 2 The God of Abrah'm praise, At whose supreme command
HYMN 154. L. M.
1 BEFORE JEHOVAH's awful throne, Its wisdom, fame, and power;
Ye nations, how with sacred joy; And him my only portion make,
Krow that the LORD is God alone; My shield and tower.
He can create, and he destroy. 3 He by himself hath sworn,
2 His sovereign power, without our aid, I on his oath depend,
Made us of clay, and fornu'd us inen; I shall, on angel wings upborne,
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, To heaven ascend:
He brought us to his fold again. I shall behold his face,
3 We are his people, we his care, I shall his power adore,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame; And sing the wonders of his grace What lasting honors shall we rear, For evermore.
Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 There dwells the LORD, our King, 4 We 'll crowd thy gates with thankful The LORD, our righteousness,
songs, Triumphant o'er the world and sin, High as the heaven our voices raise; The Prince of Peace;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues On Zion's sacred height
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. His kingdom he maintains,
5 Wide as the world is thy command, And, glorious, with his saints in light,
Vast as eternity thy love; For ever reigns.
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 5 The God who reigns on high
Wheo rolling years shall cease to more, The great archangels sing; And, “Holy, Holy, Holy," cry,
HYMN 155. III. 1. “ Alinighty King,
Songs of Praise. “ Who was, and is the same, “And evermore shall be,
1 SONGS of praise the angels sang; “ JEHOVAH, Father, Great I AM!
Heaven with hallelujahıs rang, “We worship thee."
When JEHOVAH'S work begun,
When he spake and it was done. 6 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high;
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn "Hail, FATHER, Son, and HOLY GHOST,” When the Prince of Peace was born; They ever cry:
Songs of praise arose, when he “ Hail Abrah'm's GoD and mine,"
Captive led captivity. I join the heavenly lays;
3 Heaven and earth must pass away ; "All unight and majesty are thine, Songs of praise shall crown that day: “And endless praise."
God will make new heavens and earth. HYMN 153. IV.3.
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. Psalm C.
4 And shall man alone be dumb 1 BE joyful iu God, all se lands of the Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the Church delights to raise earth, O serve him with gladness and fear;
Psalms, and hymus, and songs of praise. Exult in his presence with music and 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, mirth,
Still in songs of praise rejoice; With love and devotion draw near. Learning here by faith and love, 2 For JEHOVAH is God, and JEHOVAH Songs of praise to sing above. alone,
6 Borne upon their latest breath, Creator and ruler d'er ail;
Songs of praise shall conquer death; And we are his people, his sceptre we own; Then, amidst eternal joy,
His sheep, and we follow his call. Songs of praise their powers employ.
So to thy presence, LORD, I fee,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee;
Athirst to taste thy living grace, 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss And see thy glory, face to face. Thy sovereign will denies,
2 But rising griefs distress my soul, Accepted at thy throne, let this,
And tears on lears successive roll; My humble prayer, arise ;
For many an evil voice is near, 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart,
To chide my wo, and mock my fear; From every murmur free;
And silent mem'ry weeps alone The blessings of thy grace impart,
O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. And make me live to thee:
3 For I have walk'd the happy round 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine
That'circles Zion's holy ground, My life and death attend,
And gladly swellid the choral lays, Thy presence through my journey shine,
That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise, And crown my journey's end.
What time the hallow'd arches rung
Responsive to the solemn song.
4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, 1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ! To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; T'urn, turn to Him, in every pain, They cast dishonor on thy LORD, Whon: suppliants never sought in vain; And contradict his gracious word.
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day, 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away. Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
A Compassionate High Priest. 3 When ârst before his mercy seat,
Hebrews iv. 15. Thou didst to him thy all commit; 1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view, He gave thee warrani from that hour, And days are dark, and friends are few, To trust his wisdom, love, and power.
On him I lear, who, not in vain, 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
Experienced every human pain; And he refuse to hear thy call?
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears, And has he not his promise past,
And counts and treasures up my tears. That thou shalt overcome at last?
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 5 Though rough and thorny be the road,
From heavenly wisdoin's narrow way, 1t leads thee home, apace, to GOD;
To Hy the good I would pursue, Then count thy present trials small,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's power, For heaven will make amends for all.
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour IN AFFLICTION.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then he, who once vouchsafed to bear 1 HEAR, gracious God! my humble The sick’ning anguish of despair, moan,
Shall sweetly scothe, shall gently dry To thee I breathe my sighs;
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. When will the mournful night be gone? 4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, When shall my joys arise?
Which covers all that was a friend, 2 Yes, though my soul in darkness mourns, and from his voice, his hand, his smile, Thy promise is my stay;
Divides me for a little while;
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 3 Come, LORD, and with celestial
5 And, oh! when I have safely past Relieve my aching heart;
Through every conflict but the last, O smile, and bid my sorrows cease, Still, still unchanging, watch beside And all their gloom depart.
My bed of death for thou hast died; 4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise
Then point to realms of endless day, And bless thy healing rays,
And wipe the latest tear away. And change these deep complaining sighs
HYMN 161. L. M.
1 LORD! unafflicted, undismay'd,
Io pleasure's path how long I stray'd, 1 A8, panting in the sultry beam,
But thou hast made me feel thy rod! The hart desires the cooling stream, i And turu'd my soul to thee, my Gon
2 What though it pierced my fainting JESUS, thy heavenly radiance shed, heart,
To cheer and bless my dying bed; I bless thy hand that caused the smart; And from death's gloom my spirit raise, It taught my tears awhile to flow,
To see thy face and sing thy praise. But saved me from eternal wo!
HYMN 163. L. M. 3 Oh! hadst thou left me unchastised, Thy precepts I had still despised,
"I have set God always before me." Pa xil And still the snare in secret laid
1 SAVIOUR! when night involves the Had my unwary feet betray'd.
skies, 4 I love thy chastnings, O my GOD,
My soul, adoring, turns to thee! They fix my hopes on thy abode;
Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, Where, in thy presence fully blest,
And wrapt in shades of death for me. Thy stricken saints for ever rest.
2 On thee my waking raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the east adorn, DAILY DEVOTION. Thee, victor of the grave and hell, HYMN 162. II. 3.
Thee, source of life's eternal morn.
3 When noon her throne in light arrays, Daily Dependence.
To thee, my soul triumphant springs; 1 WHEN streaming from the eastern Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, skies,
Thee, LORD of lords, and King of kings. The morning light salules mine eyes, 4 O'er earth, when shades of evening steal, O Sun of Righteousness divine,
To death and thee my thoughts I give; On me with beams of mercy shine; To death, whose power I soon must feel, Chase the dark clouds of sin away,
To thee, with whom I trust to live.
HYMN 164. LM.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun And, mouming o'er my guilt and shame, Thy daily course of duty run; Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
To pay thy morning sacrifice. And be my advocate with GOD.
2 Redeem thy misspent time that's past; 3 As every day thy mercy spares
Live this day, as if t were thy last : Will bring its trials and its cares,
To improve thy talents take due care; O Saviour, till my life shall end,
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. Be thou my counsellor and friend : Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
3 Let all thy converse be sincere, And be thy pure example mine.
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways 4 When pain transfixes every part, And all thy secret thoughts surveys. Or languor settles at the heart; When on my bed, diseased, oppress'd,
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
And with the angels bear thy part; O great Plıysician! see my grief,
Who all night long unwearied sing, And grunt ihy servant sweet relief.
“ Glory to thee, eternal King." 5 Should poverty's destructive blow
5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir; Lay all my worldly comforts low;
May your devotion me inspire; And neither help nor hope appear,
That I like you my age may spend, My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Like you may on my God attend. LORD, pity and supply my need,
6 May I like you in God delight, For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. Have all day long iny God in sight; 6 Should Providence profusely pour
Perform like you my Maker's wiH: Its varied blessings in my store,
0! may I never more do ill. O keep me from the ills that wait
7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, On such a seeming prosp'rous state: And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept: From hurtful passions set me free, Grant, LORD. when I from death shall wake, And humbly may I walk with thee. I may of endless life partake. 7 When each day's scenes and labors close, 8 LORD, I my vows to thee renew; And wearied nature seeks repose,
Scatter my sins as morning dew; With pard'ning mercy richly bless'd, Guard my first spring of thought and will, Guard ine, my Saviour, while I rest. And with thyself my spirit fill. And, as each morning sun shall rise, 9 Direct, control, suggest this day, O lead me onward to the skies.
All I design, or do, or say, 8 And, at my life's last setting sun, That all my powers, with all their might My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
In thy sole glory may upite.
O Praise God, from whom all blessings 3 Keep our haughty passions bound ;
Save us from our foes around;
O receive us then at last;
Night and sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore. 1 ARISE, my soul! with rapture rise!
HYMN 168. L. M.
Erening Hymn. Whose mercy lends me one day more. I GLORY to thee, my God, this right, 2 And may this day, indulgent Power!
For all the blessings of the light: Not idly pass, nor fruitless be;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, But may each swiftly flying hour
Under thine own Almighty wings. Still nearer bring my soul to Thee! 2 Forgive ine, LORD, for thy dear Son, 3 But can it be? that Power divine The ills that I this day have done ; Is throned in light's unbounded blaze;
That with the world, myself, and thee, And countless worlds and angels join I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
To swell the glorious song of praise : 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 4 And will he deign to lend an ear,
The grave as little as my bed; When I, poor abject mortal, pray?
Teach me to die, that so I may Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear,
Triumphing rise at the last day. Nor cast the meanest wretch away.
4 O may my soul on thee repose, 5 Then let me serve thee all my days,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close And may my zeal with years increase
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make, For pleasant, LORD, are all thy ways,
To serve my God, when I awake. And all thy paths are paths of peace,
5 When in the night I slcepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me inolest. 1 TO thee let iny first oft'rings rise,
6 Oh! when shall I, in endless day, Whose sun creates the day,
For ever chase dark sleep away, Swift as his gladd’ning influence flies,
And hymns divine with angels sing, And spotless as his ray.
Glory to thee, eternal King! 2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh,
7 Praise God, from whom all blessings So oft vouchsafed before;
flow, Sull n'ay it lead, protect, supply,
Praise him, all creatures here below; And I that hand adore.
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 3 If bliss thy providence impart, For which, resign'd, I pray,
HYMN 169. L. M. Give me to feel a cheerful heart,
Evening. And grateful homage pay.
GREAT GOD! to thee my evening song 4 Affliction should thy love intend,
With humble gratitude I raise: As vice or folly's care,
O let thy mercy tune my tongue, Patient to gain that gracious end,
And all my heart with lively praise. May I the means endure.
2 My days unclouded as they pass, 5 Be this and every future day
And every onward rolling hour, Still wiser than the past,
Are monuments of wondrous grace, And when I all my life survey,
And witness to thy love and power. May grace sustain at last.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, HYMN 167. III. 1.
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful, can from thee depart,
And from the path of duty rove. 1 NOW the shades of night are gone; 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Now the morning light is come;
OF CHRIST, my Lord; his name alone LORD, may we be thine ter-day;
I plead for pardon, gracious God, Drive the shades of sin away.
And kind acceplance at thy throne. 2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, 5 With hope in him mine eyelids close, Banish doubt and clear our sight;
With sleep refresh my feeble frame; in thy service, LORD, to-day,
Safe in thy care may I repose, May we labor, watch and pray.
And wake with praises to thy name.