4 Own this mean dwelling as thy home;
And, when our life's last hour is come,
Let us but die, as in thy sight,
And death shall vanish in delight.

1 DEAR Lord, though bitter is the cup
Thy gracious hand deals out to me,
I cheerfully would drink it up,
That cannot hurt which comes from thee.

2 From Jesus, the dear Son of God,
I'll learn obedience to thy will;
And humbly kiss the chastening rod,
When its severest strokes I feel.

30.

L. M.

BP. HEBER.

'Why stand ye here idle?”

1 THE God of Glory walks his round, From day to day, from year to year, And warns us each with awful sound, 'No longer stand ye idle here!

2 'Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of hope the morning light!

Ah fools! why stand ye idle here?

3 'Oh, as the griefs ye would assuage That wait on life's declining year, Secure a blessing for your age,

And work your Maker's business here!

4 And ye, whose locks of scanty gray
Foretell your latest travail near,
How swiftly fades your worthless day!
And stand ye yet so idle here?

5 'One hour remains, there is but one!
But many a shriek and many a tear
Through bitter years the guilt must moan
Of moments lost and wasted here!'

6 O Thou, by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
Recall us to thy vineyard, Lord!
And grant us grace to please thee here!

Love to God and our Neighbour.

1 'THUS saith the first, the great command,
Let all thy inward powers unite
To love thy Maker and thy God
With utmost vigour and delight.

2 Then shall thy neighbour next in place
Share thine affection and esteem;
And let thy kindness to thyself
Measure and rule thy love to him.'

3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,
This did the prophets preach and prove;
For want of this the law is broke,
And the whole law's fulfilled by love.
4 But oh! how base our passions are!
How cold our charity and zeal !
Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

Confession and Prayer. - Ps. 51.
1 HAVE mercy on me, O my God,
In loving kindness hear my prayer;
Withdraw the terror of thy rod;
Lord, in thy tender mercy spare.
2 Offences rise where'er I look ;
But I confess their guilt to thee;
Blot my transgressions from thy book,
Cleanse me from mine iniquity.

3 A perfect heart in me create,
Renew my soul in innocence;
Cast not the suppliant from thy gate
Nor take thine holy Spirit hence.

4 Thy consolations, as of old,
Now to my troubled mind restore;
By thy free Spirit's might uphold
And guide my steps, to fall no more.

5 The broken heart in sacrifice,
Alone may thine acceptance meet:
My heart, O God, do not despise,
Broken and contrite, at thy feet.

1 Oн God! my sins are manifold, against my life they cry, And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to thy temple fly; Wilt thou release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven?

'Forgive!' a blessed voice replied, and thou shalt be forgiven!'

2 My foemen, Lord! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride,

They render evil for my good, my patience they deride; Arise, oh King! and be the proud to righteous ruin driven! 'Forgive!' an awful answer came, 'as thou wouldst be forgiven!'

3 Seven times, oh Lord! I pardoned them, seven times they sinned again:

They practise still to work me wo, they triumph in my pain; But let them dread my vengeance now, to just resentment driven !

'Forgive!' the voice of thunder spake, 'or never be forgiven!?

35. C. M.

STERNHOLD, altered.

Humble Penitence.

1 OH Lord, turn not thy face away from them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life with tears and bitter cry! Thy mercy-gates are open wide to them that mourn their sin; Oh shut them not against us, Lord, but let us enter in! 2 We need not to confess our fault, for surely thou canst tell What we have done, and what we are thou knowest very well:

Wherefore, to beg and to intreat, with tears we come to thee, As children that have done amiss fall at their father's knee. 3 And need we then, oh Lord! repeat the blessing which we

crave,

When thou dost know, before we speak, the thing that we would have?

Mercy! oh Lord, mercy we seek:
For mercy, Lord! is all our prayer,

come!

this is the total sum!

oh, let thy mercy

Confession and Pardon.-Ps. 32.

1 WHILE I keep silence, and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my conscience feel!
What agonies of inward smart!

2 I spread my sins before the Lord,
And all my secret faults confess;
Thy gospel speaks a pardoning word,
Thy holy Spirit seals the grace.
3 For this shall every humble soul
Make swift addresses to thy seat:
When floods of huge temptation roll,
There shall they find a blest retreat.

4 How safe beneath thy wings I lie,
When days grow dark, and storms appear!
And when I walk, thy watchful eye
Shall guide me safe from every snare.

2 THERE was joy in Heaven!
There was joy in Heaven!
When this goodly world to frame
The Lord of might and mercy came:
Shouts of joy were heard on high,
And the stars sang from the sky-
'Glory to God in Heaven!'

2 There was joy in Heaven!
There was joy in Heaven!
When the billows, heaving dark,
Sank around the stranded ark,
And the rainbow's watery span
Spake of mercy, hope to man,
And peace with God in Heaven!

3 There was joy in heaven!
There was joy in heaven!
When of love the midnight beam
Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem ;

And along the echoing hill

Angels sang-'On earth good will,

And glory in the heaven.