If thus thy bounties gild the span Of ruined earth and sinful man, How glorious must the mansion be
Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee!
Victory over Death.
1 0 FOR an overcoming faith To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster death, And all his frightful powers.
2 Joyful with all the strength I have, My quivering lips should sing, Where is thy boasted victory, grave? And where the monster's sting?'
3 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conquerors, while we die, Through Christ our living head.
The Lord is my Helper.'
1 OFT as I look upon the road That leads to yonder blessed abode, I feel distressed and fearful:
many foes the passage throng, I am so weak, and they so strong, How can my soul be cheerful!
2 But when I think of him whose power Can save me in a trying hour,
And place on him reliance, My soul is then ashamed of fear; And though ten thousand foes appear, I bid them all defiance.
3 The dangerous road I then pursue, And keep the glorious prize in view; With joyful hope elated: Strong in the Lord, in him alone, Where he conducts, I follow on, With ardour unabated.
4 O Lord, each day renew my strength, And let me see thy face at length, With all thy people yonder:
The Land of the Blest.
1 O, WHEN the hours of life are past, And death's dark shade arrives at last, It is not sleep, it is not rest; 'Tis glory opening to the blest.
2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin, And Christ shall there receive them in: There each shall wear a robe of light, Like his, divinely fair and bright.
3 There, parted hearts again shall meet, In union holy, calm, and sweet; There, grief find rest; and never more Shall sorrow call them to deplore. 4 There, angels will unite their prayers With spirits bright and blest as theirs ; And light shall glance on every crown From suns that never more go down. 5 No storm shall ride the troubled air; No voice of passion enter there; But all be peaceful as the sigh Of evening gales, that breathe, and die.
6 For there the God of mercy sheds His purest influence on their heads, And gilds the spirits round the throne With glory radiant as his own.
MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL.
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;
Yet from thy gifts we turn to thee; Be thou our portion - THOU !
8 & 7s M. C. WESLEY.
For Domestic Worship.
1 PEACE be to this habitation; Peace to all that dwell therein; Peace the earnest of salvation; Peace, the fruit of pardoned sin; Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver, Peace, to worldly minds unknown; Peace divine that lasts forever;
Peace, that comes from God alone.
2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us, Fix in all our hearts thy home; With thy gracious presence cheer us; Let thy sacred kingdom come; Raise to heaven our expectation, Give our favoured souls to prove Glorious and complete salvation, 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; And we'll convey his wonders down, Through every rising race.
3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs ; That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs
4 Thus shall they learn in God alone Their hope securely stands ;
That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands.
The Sabbath. In the Family.
1 Now may the Spirit's holy fire, Descending from above, His waiting family inspire
With joy, and peace, and love.
2 Wake, heavenly wind, arise, and come, Blow on the drooping field;
Our spices then shall breathe perfume And fragrant incense yield.
3 Touch with a living coal the lip That shall proclaim thy word, And bid us all devoutly keep Attention to the Lord.
The Church is the Garden of God.- Ps. 92.
1 LORD, 't is a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand; Let me within thy courts be seen Like a young cedar, fresh and green.
2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon, with all its trees, Yields such a comely sight as these.
3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, 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 A God unfaithful or unkind.
A Day in the Courts of the Lord.
1 To thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there; Abba! Father! give me grace, In thy courts to seek thy face. 2 While thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord my righteousness.
3 While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love, to mine attend; Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads, Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
4 While I hearken to thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe, Till thy gospel bring to me Life and immortality.
5 While thy ministers proclaim Peace and pardon in thy name, Through their voice, by faith may I Hear thee speaking from the sky.
6 From thy house, when I return, May my heart within me burn, And at evening let me say, -I have walked with God today.
The Church is our Delight and Safety. — Ps. 27.
1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do.
3 One privilege my heart desires: O! grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still;
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