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If thus thy bounties gild the span
To cheer my dying hours,
And all his frightful powers.
My quivering lips should sing,
And where the monster's sting?' 3 Now to the God of victory
Immortal'thanks be paid,
Through Christ our living head.
I feel distressed and fearful :
How can my soul be cheerful !
And place on him reliance,
I bid them all defiance.
With joyful hope elated :
With ardour unabated.
With all thy people yonder :
The Land of the Blest. -
And death's dark shade arrives at last,
'Tis glory opening to the blest.
And Christ shall there receive them in:
Like his, divinely fair and bright.
In union holy, calm, and sweet;
Shall sorrow call them to deplore.
With spirits bright and blest as theirs ;
From suns that never more go down.
No voice of passion enter there;
Of evening gales, that breathe, and die. 6 For there the God of mercy sheds
His purest influence on their heads,
MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL.
The Family Altar. 1 Food, raiment, dwelling, health, and friends,
Thou, Lord, hast made our lot; With thee our bliss begins and ends,
As we are thine, or not.
2 For these we bend the humble knee,
Our thankful spirits bow ;
Be thou our portion — THOU!
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For Domestic Worship. 1 PEACE be to this habitation ;
Peace to all that dwell therein;
Peace, the fruit of pardoned sin;
Peace, to worldly minds unknown;
Peace, that comes from God alone. 2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us,
Fix in all our hearts thy home;
Let thy sacred kingdom come;
Give our favoured souls to prove
In the realms of bliss above.
Pious Education of Children.- Ps. 78. 1 LET children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old; Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known;
His works of power and grace ;
Through every rising race.
And they again to theirs ;
May teach them to their heirs
Their hope securely stands;
But practise his commands.
72. C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
The Sabbath. In the Fanily. 1 Now may the Spirit's holy fire,
Descending from above,
With joy, and peace, and love.
Blow on the drooping field ;
And fragrant incense yield.
That shall proclaim thy word,
Attention to the Lord.
73. C. M. C. WESLEY.
The Sabbath. Private Prayers.
Be in thy Spirit, Lord ;
That trembles at thy word;
And fix on things above; Spirit of sacrifice and praise,
Of holiness and love.
74. L. M. Watts.
The Church is the Garden of God. — Ps. 92. 1 LORD, 't is a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand;
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.
Blest with thine influence from above;
Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live;
(Nature decays, but grace must thrive)
Still makes them flourish strong and fair, 4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just and true ;
None that attend his gates shall find
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Lord, I love to worship there;
In thy courts to seek thy face.
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
Thee, the Lord my righteousness.
God of love, to mine attend;
for thy Spirit pleads,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Life and immortality.
Peace and pardon in thy name,
May my heart within me burn,
WATTS. The Church is our Delight and Safety. Ps. 27. 1 The Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
What all my foes can do.
O! grant me an abode
The temples of my God.
And see thy beauty still ;