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3 The God of heaven is our

Any duty give me pain, Our Father and our love;

If I knew a Saviour's love? His care shall guard life’s fleeting hours, 3 When I turn mine eyes within Then waft our souls above.

O how dark, and vain, and wild! 4 There shall we see his face,

Prone to unbelief and sin, And never, never sin

Can I deem myself thy child ? There, from the rivers of his grace,

4 Yet I mourn my stubbom will, Drink endless pleasures in,

Find my sin a grief and thrall: 5 Yes, and before we rise

Should I grieve for what I feel, To that immortal state,

If I did not love at all? The thoughts of such amazing bliss

5 Could I love thy saints to meet, Should constant joys create.

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd 6 Children of grace have found

Find at times the promise sweet, Glory begun below :

If I did not love thee, Lord ? Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 6 Saviour ! let me love thee more, From faith and hope may grow.

If I love at all, I pray: 7 The hill of Sion yields

If I have not lov'd before,
A thousand sacred sweets,

Fielp me to begin to-day
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets

PRAISE. 8 Then let our songs abound,

HYMN 152. And ev'ry tear be dry ;


MWE God of Abraham praise, We're trav’lling through Immanuel's Who reigns enthron'd above. To fairer world's on high. [ground, Ancient of everlasting days,

And Cod of love ;

Jehovah, Great I AM,

ve HYMN 150.

(III. 3.)

By earth and heaven confess’d; LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise I bow, and bless the sacred name

ever For the bliss thy love bestows; (thee For the pard’ning grace that saves me,

2 The God of Abraham praise, And the peace that from it flows: At whose supreme command Help, O God, my weak endeavour; From earth I rise, and seek the joys This dull soul to rapture raise :

At his right hand :
Thou must light the flame, or never

I all on earth forsake,
Can iny love be warın’d to praise. Its wisdom, fame and pow'r;
2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought And him my only portion make,
Wretched wand'rer, far astray ; [thee,

My shield and tow'r.
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 3 He by himself hath sworn,
From the paths of death away:

I on his nath depend,
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, I shall, on angel wings upborne,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,

To heaven ascend:
And, the light of hope revealing,

I shall behold his face, Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear.

I shall his power adore, 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling

And sing the wonders of his grace Vainly would my lips express :

For evermore. Low before thy footstool kneeling, 4 There dwells the Lord, our King,

Deign thy suppliant's prayer to hless : The Lord, our righteousness, Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Triumphant o'er the world and sin,

Love's pure flame within me raise ; Tne Prince of peace ;
And, since words can never measure,

On Zion's sacred height
Let my life show forth thy praise His kingdom he maintains,

And, glorious, with his saints in lighila
HYMN 151.

For ever reigns.
LORD; my God, I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought ;

15 The God who reigns on high Do I love tliee, Lord, or no?

The great archangels sing; Am I thine, or am I not?

And," Holy, Iloly, Holy,"

“ Almighty King, 2 Could my heart so bard remain, Who was, and is the same, Prayer a task and burden prove, “And everinore shall be,

(IIS. 1.)


and song,

“ Jehovah, Father, Great I AM! (HYMN 155.

MI. 1.) “We worship thee."

Songs of Praise. 6 The whole triumphant host SONGS of praise the angels sang, Give thanks to God on high;

Heaven with hallelujahs rang, Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

When Jehovah's work begun, They ever cry:

When he spake and it was done. Hail Abraham's God and mine,

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn I join the heavenly lays;

When the Prince of peace was born; All might and majesty are thine,

Songs of praise arose, when he And endless praise.

Captive led captivity. HYMN 153.

(IV. 3.) 3 Heaven and earth must pass away; Psalm c.

Songs of praise shall crown that day: BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the God will make new heavens and earth: ,

praise . O serve him with gladness and fear ; 4 And shall man alone be dumb Exult in his presence with music and

Till that glorious kingdom come? mirth,

No ;-the church delights to raise With love and devotion draw near.

Psalms and hymns, and songs of praise 2 For Jehovah is God,-and Jehovah Creator and ruler o’er all; [alone,

5 Saints below, with heart and voice,

Still in songs of praise rejoice; And we are his people, his sceptre we

Learning here by faith and love, own; His sheep, and we follow his call. Songs of praise to sing above. 3 0 enter his gates with thanksgiving !6 Borne upon their latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Your vows in his teniple proclaim;

Then, amidst eternal joy, His praise with melodious accordance Songs of praise their powers employ.

prolong, And bless his adorable name.

CONTENTMENT. 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly

HYMN 156. (C. M.) good,

FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
And we are the work of his hand; Thy sov'reign will denies,
His mercy and truth from eternity stood, Accepted at thy throne, let this,
And shall to eternity stand.

My humble prayer arise-
HYMN 154. (L. M.) 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart,
Psalm c.

From every murmur free;
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

The blessings of thy grace impart,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ;

And make me live to thee:
Know that the Lord is God alone; 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine
He can create, and he destroy.

My life and death attend, 2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, Thy presence through my journey shine, Made us of clay, and form'd us wen;

And crown my journey's end. And when like wand'ring sheep we

HYMN 157. (L. M.) He brought us to his fold again. [stray’d, Bestill, my heart, these anxious cares 3 We are his people, we his care,

To , ,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,

They cast dishonour on thy Lord,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

And contradict his gracious word. 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful 2 Brought wafely by his hand thus far,

2 songs,

Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? High as the heaven our voices raise;

Horv canst thou want if he provide, And earth, with her ten thousand Or lose thy way with such a guide ? tongues,

3 When first before his mercy-sea', Shall full thy courts with sounding praise. Thou didst to him thy all conimit; 5 Wide as the world is thy command,


gave thee warrant froin that hasir, Vast as eternity thy love;

Tu trust his wisdom, love, and power.
Firm us a rock thy truth must stand, 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
When rolling years shall cease to move. And he refuse to hear thy cau?


And has he not his promise past, On him I lean, who, not in vain,
That thou shalt overcome at last? Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;
5 Though rough and thorny be the road, He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
It leads thee home apace to God;

And counts and treasures up my tears. Then count thy present trials small, 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray For heaven will make amends for all. From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,

To fly the good I would pursue, IN AFFLICTION. Or do the ill I would not do ; HYMN 158.

(C. M.)

Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,

Shall guard me in that dang’rous hour HEAR, gracious God! my huinble

To thee I breathe my sighs; [moan, 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, When will the mournful night be gone? And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies; When shall my joys arise ?

Then he, who nce vouchsaf'd to bear 2 Yet, though my soul in darkness Shall

sweetly soothe, shall gently dry

The sick’ning anguish of despair, Thy promise is my stay; [mourns, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. Here would I rest till light returns :

Thy presence makes my day. 4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I 3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace which covers all that was a friend,

bend, Relieve my aching heart; O smile, and bid my sorrows cease,

And from his voice, his hand, his sinile, And all their gloom depart.

Divides me for a little while; 4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,

For thou didst weep o'er Laz’rus dead. And bless thy healing rays,

5 And changethese deep complainingsighs 5. And, oh! when I have safely past For songs of sacred praise.

Through ev'ry conflict but the last,

Still, still unchanging, watch beside
HYMN 159. (II. 3.)

My bed' of death-for thou hast died:
Psalm xlii. 1-5.

Then point to realms of endless day, As panting in the sultry

beam, And wipe the latest tear away. The hart desires the cooling stream, HYMN 161,

(L. M.) So to thy presence, Lord, 1 flee, So longs my soul, O God, for thee

Sanctified Affliction.

3 Athirst to taste thy living grace,

ORD! unafticted, undismay'd,

1 And see thy glory, face to face. 2 But rising griefs distress my soul,

But thou hast made me feel thy roil! And tears on tears successive roll;

And turn'd my soul to thee, my God. For many an evil voice is near,

2 What though it pierc'd my fainting To chide my wo, and mock my fear; heart, And silent mem'ry weeps alone I bless thy hand that caus'd the smart; O'er bours of peace and gladness flown. It taught my tears awhile to flow,

But sav'd me from eternal wo! 3 For I have walk'd the happy round That 'circles Zion's holy ground, 30, hadst thou left me unchastis'd, And gladly swell'd the choral lays, Thy precepts I had still despised, 'That" hymn'd my great Redeemer's And still the snare in secret laid praise,

Had my unwary feet betray'd. What time the hallow'd arches rung 4 I love thy chast’nings, O my God, Responsive to the solemn song.

They fix my hopes on thy abode ; 4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, Where, in thy presence fully blest, Ehould vexing thoughts distract thy Thy stricken saints for ever rest.

Turn, turn to Kim, in ev'ry pain,

Whom suppliants never sought in vain- HYMN 162. (II. 3.)
Thy strength, in joy's extatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.

Daily Dependance.
HYMN 160. (II. 3.)

WHEN, streaming from the eastern

skies, A compassionate High Priest. Hebrews The morning light salutes mine eyes, iv. 15.

O Sun of righteousness divine, WHEN gath’ring clouds around on me with beams of merey shine ; view,

Chase the dark clouds of sin away, And days are dark, and friends are few, And turn iny darkness into day.


2 When to heaven's great and glorious |4 O’er earth, when shades of ev'ning My morning sacrifice bring; (King! steal, And, mourning o'er my guili and shane, To death and thee my thoughts I give,

I Ask mercy. Saviour, in thy name; To deatii, whose pow'r I soon must feel, My conscience sprinkle with thy blood, To thee, with whom I trust to live. And be my advocate with God.

HYMN 164.

(L. M.) 3 As ev'ry day thy mercy spares

Morning Hymn. Will bring its trials and its cares;

A WAKE, my soul, and with the sun O Saviour, till my life shall end,

Thy daily Be thou my counsellor and friend : Shake off dull sloth, and early rise Teach me thy precepts, all divine, To pay thy morning sacrifice. And be thy pure example mine. 2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past; 4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part, Live this day, as if 'twere thy last : Or languor settles at the heart; T'improve thy talents take due care; When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd, 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. I turn, and sigh, and long for rest 3 Let all thy converse be sincere, Ogreat Physician! see my grief, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear; And grant thy servant sweet relief. Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways 5 Should poverty's destructive blow And all thy secret thoughts surveys. Lay all my worldly comforts low ; 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And neither help nor hope appear, And with the angels bear thy part; My steps to guide, my heart to cheer; Who all night long unwearied sing,

Lord, pity and supply my need, Glory to thee, eternal King. . For thou, on earli, wast poor indeed.

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir ; 6 Should Providence profusely pour May your devotion ine inspire ; Its varied blessings on my store; That I like you my age may spend, O keep me from the ills that wait

Like you may on my God attend
On such a seerning prosp'rous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,

6 May I like you in God delight,

llave all day long my God in sight; And humbly may I walk with thee.

Perform like you my Maker's will: 7 When each day's scenes and labours O! may I never more do ill.

close, And weari'd nature seeks repose,

17 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refresh'd me while I slept .. With pard’ning mercy richly bless'd, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall And, each morning sun shall rise,

I may of endless life partake. [wake, O lead me onward to the skies. 8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; 8 And, at my life's last setting sun,

Scatter my sins as morning dew; My conflicts o'er, my labours done,

Guard my first spring of thought and Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed,

And with thyself my spirit fill. (will, To cheer and bless my dying bed ; 9 Direct, control, suggest this day, And, from death's gloom my spirit raise, All I design, or do, or say, To see thy face and sing thy praise. That all my pow'rs, with all their mighi, HYMN 163.

(L. M.)

In thy sole glory may unite. “ I have set God always before me.” 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings Ps. xvi. 9.

flow, SAVJOUR! when night involves the Praise him all creatures here below: skies,

Praise him above, y' angelic host; My soul, adoring, turns to thee! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,

HYMN 165. (L, M.) And wrapt in shades of death for me.

Morning: 2 On thee my waking

raptures dwell, ARISE, my soul with rapture rise! When , Andfill'd love and , Thee, victor of the grave and hell; The awful Sov'reign of the skies,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn. Whose mercy lends me one day more. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, 2 And may this day, indulgent Power!

To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; Thee, thron'd in glory's endless blaze, But may each swiftly flying hour

Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. Still wearer bring my sow to Thee !


3 But can it be? that Power divine 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, :

Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze; The ills that I this day have done ; And countless worlds and angels join That with the world, myself, and thee,

To swell the glorious song of praise: I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 4 And will he deign to lend an ear, 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread

When I, poor abject mortal, pray? The grave as little as my bed; Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear, Teach me to die, that so I may

Nor cast the meanest wretch away. Triumphing rise at the last day. 5 Then let me serve thee all my days, 40 may my soul on thee repose, (close :

And may my zeal with years increase: And with sweet sleep mine eyelids For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, Sleep, that may me more vig’rous inake, And all thy paths are paths of peace. To serve my God, when I awake. HYMN 166. (C. M.) 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, Morning.

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: Tthee let my first offerings rise, Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

Whose sun the day, No powers of darkness me molest. Swift as his gladd’ning influence flies,

60 when shall I, in endless day, And spotless as his ray.

For ever chase dark sleep away, 2 This day, thy fav’ring hand be nigh, And hymns divine with angels sing So oft vouchsaf'd before;

Glory to thee, eternal King !
Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.

7 Praise God, from whom all blessings

flow, 3 If bliss thy providence impart, Praise him, all creatures here below; For which, resign'd, I pray,

Praise him above, y' angelic host; Give ine to feel a cheerful heart, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. And grateful homage pay.

HYMN 169. 4 Affliction should thy love intend,

(L. M.) As vice or folly's cure,

Evening. Patient to gain that gracious end,

(REAT God! to thee my ev'ning song May I the means endure.

O let ihy mercy tune my tongue, 5 Be lllis and every future day

And fill my heart with lively praise Still wiser than the past, And when I all my life survey,

2 My days unclouded as they pass, May grace sustain at last.

And ev'ry onward rolling hour,

Are monuments of wondrous grace, HYMN 167. (III. 1.) And witness to thy love and power. Morning.

3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched Now the shades of night are gone ;


Too oft regardless of thy love, [heart, Lord, may we be thine to-day, . Ungrateful, can from thee depart, Drive the shades of sin away.

And from the path of duty rove. 2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Banish doubt and clear our sight;

of Christ, my Lord; his name alono In thy service, Lord, to-day,

I plead for pardon, gracious God, May we labour, watch and pray.

And kind acceptance at thy throne. 3 Keep our haughty passions bound;

5 With hope in him mine eyelids close, Save us frum our foes around;

With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Going out and coming in

Safe in thy care may I repose, Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.

And wake with praises to thy Name 4 When our work of life is past,

HYMN 170.

(C. M.) O receive us then at last ;

Evening. Night and sin will be no more, Now from the altar of our hearts, When we reach the heavenly shore. Let love arise ; HYMN 168

(L. M.)

Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Evening Hymn.

Our ev’ning sacrifice.
LORY to thee, my God, tiis night, 2 Minutes and mercies multipli'd

For all the blessings of the light: Have made up all this day;
Keep me. O keep me, King of kings, Minutes came quick, but mercies wcre
Vader thinc own Almighty wings. More swift, more free than they

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