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2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare,

(Whate'er their lips profess)
"God hath no wrath for them to fear,

Nor will they seek his grace.'
3 What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes!
When they shall see, with sore surprise,

The terrors of thy power.
4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,

'Though mountains melt away,
Thy judgments are a world unknown,

A deep unfathomed sea.
5 Above these heavens' created rounds,

Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds

Where time and nature end.
6 From thee, when creature streams run low,

And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual springs of life shall flow,

And raise our pleasures high.
7 Though all created light decay,

And death close up our eyes,
Thy presence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rise.


16. P. M. Bp. HEBER.

Praise to God from Nature and Man. 1 When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;

When Summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil ; When Winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood,

In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. 2 The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the

The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade ; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars their Maker's name in silent pomp

display. 3 Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,

Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny?
No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,

Thee, Maker, must we always love, and Saviour, honor thee. 4 The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade,

The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade

The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old de

cree, But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee.

17. L. M. Bp. HEBER

Give us our daily Bread.
1 O King of earth, and air, and sea,

The hungry ravens cry to thee;
To thee, the scaly tribes that sweep

The bosom of the boundless deep;
2 To thee the lions roaring call,

The common Father, kind to all!
Then grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,

Our daily bread from day to day.
3 The fishes may for food complain;

The ravens spread their wings in vain ;
The roaring lions lack and pine ;

But, God, thou carest still for thine.
4 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless

The bleak and lonely wilderness ;
And taught by thy dear Son, we pray

For daily bread from day to day.
5 And 0, when through the wilds we roam

That part us from our heavenly home;
When, lost in danger, want and wo,

Our faithless tears begin to flow;
6 Do thou thy gracious comfort give

By which alone the soul may live;
And grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,
The bread of life from day to day.

18. L. M.

Grace and Glory.
1 THE Almighty reigns, exalted high,

O’er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil his feet,

His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
20 ye that love his holy name,

Hate every work of sin and shame:
He guards the souls of all his friends,

And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light and joys unknown

Are for the saints in darkness sown;

Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,

And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record

The sacred honours of the Lord;
None, but the soul that feels his grace,
Can triumph in his holiness.



19. C. M. WATTS.

Holy Resolutions.
1 O that thy statutes, every hour,

Might dwell upon my mind !
Thence I derive a quickening power,

And daily peace I find.
2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,

Shall be my sweet employ:
My soul shall ne'er forget thy word;

Thy word is all my joy.
3 How would I run in thy commands,

If thou my heart discharge
From sin and folly's hateful chains,

And set my feet at large!
4 My lips with courage shall declare

Thy statutes and thy name ;
I'll speak thy word, though kings should hear,

Nor yield to sinful shame.
5 Depart from me, ye wicked race,

Whose hands and hearts are ill;
I love my God, I love his ways,

And must obey his will.


Constant Use of God's Word.
1 When quiet in my house I sit,

Thy book be my companion still,
My joy thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will,
And search the oracles divine,

Till every heartfelt word be mine.
2 Oft as I lay me down to rest,

O may the reconciling word

Sweetly compose my weary breast,
While, trusting in my gracious Lord,
I sink in peaceful dreams away,

And visions of eternal day!
3 Rising to sing my Father's praise,

Thee may I publish all day long ;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue!
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to the church above.



Sincere Love to Christ. 1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord ?

Behold my heart and see ; And turn each hateful idol out,

That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound

My Saviour's voice to hear?
3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,

I would disdain to feed ?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face

I fear thy cause to plead ?
4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood

In honour of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death

To damp the immortal flame?
5 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord,

But 0, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more.

22. L. M. 61. MONTGOMERY.

The Communion of Saints.
1 Not to the mount that burned with fire,

To darkness, tempest, and the sound
Of trumpet waxing higher and higher,
Nor voice of words that rent the ground,
While Israel heard, with trembling awe,
Jehovah thunder forth his law ;

2 But to Mount Zion we are come,

The city of the living God,
Jerusalem, our heavenly home,
The courts by angel-legions trod,
Where meet in everlasting love

The Church of the first born above :
3 To God, the judge of quick and dead,

The perfect spirits of the just,
Jesus, our new great covenant Head,
The blood of sprinkling from the dust,
That better things than Abel's cries,

And pleads a Saviour's sacrifice.
4 O hearken to the healing voice,
That speaks from heaven in tones šo mild;
Today are life and death our choice;
Today, through mercy reconciled,
Our all to God we yet may give;
Now let us hear his voice and live.

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For Christmas.
1 The lands that long in darkness lay

Now have beheld a heavenly light;
Nations, that sat in death's cold shade

Are blest with beams divinely bright.
2 The virgin's promised Son is born!

Behold the expected Child appear!
What shall his names or titles be?

“The Wonderful, the Counsellor !!
3 The government of earth and seas

Upon his shoulders shall be laid ;
His wide dominions shall increase,

And honours to his name be paid.
4 Jesus, the holy Child, shall sit

High on his father David's throne ;
Shall crush his foes beneath his feet,
And reign to ages yet unknown.

24. L. M. BP. HEBER.

· Hosanna to the Son of David.' 1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry !

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