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Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord.

684. Trusting in God. [Ps. 37. i. 685.

Trust in God.

Ps. 55. ii. 1. Why should I vex my soul and fret 1. God shall preserve my soul from fear, To see the wicked rise !

Or shield me when afraid; Or envy sinners waxing great,

Ten thousand angels must appear, By violence and lies ?

If he command their aid. 2. As flowery grass, cut down at noon,

2. By morning light I'll seek his face, Before the evening fades,

At noon repeat my cry, So shall their glories vanish soon,

The night shall hear me ask his grace,

Nor will he long deny. In everlasting shades.

3. I cast my burdens on the Lord, 3. Then let me make the Lord my trust,

The Lord sustains them all ;
And practice all that's good;

My courage rests upon his word,
So shall I dwell among the just,

That saints shall never fall. And he'll provide me food.

4. My highest hopes shall not be vain; 4. I to my God my ways commit,

My lips shall spread his praise;
And cheerful wait his will:

While cruel and deceitful men
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Scarce live out half their days.
Shall my desires fulfill.

686. Divine Protection. Ps. 121. iii. 6. Mine innocence shalt thou display,

1. I to the hills will lift my sight,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,

From which my help is given;
And glorious as the noon.

My help is from Jehovah's might,

Who made the earth and heaven. 6. The meek at last the earth possess, 2. He will not rest, or cease to keep And are the heirs of heayen;

Thy footsteps from the snare:
True riches, with abundant peace,

He will not rest, he will not sleep,
To humble souls are given.

While Israel is his care.

3. Jehovah, as a shade, shall run,

Attendant on thy right;
By day to shield thee from the sun,

And from the moon by night.
4. Jehovah's strength, Jehovah's love,

Shall still thy soul befriend;
Thy wandering guide, thy fears remove,

Till time shall have an end.

4. O, while I breathe to thee, my Lord,

The deep, repentant sigh,
Confirm the kind, forgiving word,

With pity in thine eye.
5. Then shall the mourner, at thy feet,

Rejoice to seek thy face;
And, grateful, own how kind, how sweet,

Thy condescending grace.

687. An unconverted State. Dy. 212. 689. Childhood of Jesus. Hy. 584. 1. Great King of glory and of grace! 1. O WISDOM! whose unfading power We own with bumble shame,

Beside th’ Eternal stood,
How vile is our degenerate race,

To frame, in nature's earliest hour,
And our first father's name.

The land, the sky, the flood ;-
2. From Adam flows our tainted blood; | 2. Yet didst thou not disdain awhile
The poison reigns within,

An infant form to wear,
Makes us averse to all that's good,

To bless thy mother with thy smile,
And willing slaves to sin.

And lisp thy faltered prayer. 8. We live estranged afar from God,

3. But, in thy Father's own abode,
And love the distance well;

With Israel's elders round,
With haste we run the dangerous road Conversing high with Israel's God,
That leads to death and hell.

Thy chiefest joy was found. 4. And can such rebels be restored?

4. So may our youth adore thy name! Such natures made divine ?

And Saviour! deign to bless
Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,

With fostering grace the timid flame
And feel this power of thine.

Of early holiness. 5. We raise our Father's name on high,

690. Who his own Spirit sends,

For a national Fast. Hy. 616. To bring rebellious strangers nigh, 1. COME, let our souls adore the Lord, And turn his foes to friends.

Whose judgments yet delay;

Who yet suspends the lifted sword, 688. Penitence and Hope. Hy. 427. And gives us leave to pray. 1. Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall | 2. Great is our guilt, our fears are great, The wonders of thy grace,

But let us not despair;
Low at thy feet, ashamed, I fall,

Still open is the mercy-seat
And hide this wretched face.

To penitence and prayer.
2. Shall love like thine be thus repaid ! | 3. Kind Intercessor, to thy love
Ah, vile, ungrateful heart!

This blesséd hope, we owe;
By earth's low cares so oft betrayed

O let thy merits plead above,
From Jesus to depart.

While we implore below. 8. But he, for his own mercy's sake,

4. Though justice near thy awful throno
My wandering soul restores;

Attends thy dread command,
He bids the mourning heart partake

Lord, hear thy servants, hear thy Son,
The pardon it implores.

And save a guilty land.


691. God's Perfections. Ps. 111. ii. 1. Great is the Lord: his works of might

Demand our noblest songs;
Let his assembled saints unito

Their harmony of tongues.
2. Great is the mercy of the Lord:

He gives his children food;
And ever mindful of his word,

He makes his promise good.
3. His Son, the great Redeemer, came

To seal his covenant sure:
Holy and reverend is his name,

His ways are just and pure.
4. They that would grow divinely wise,

Must with his fear begin ;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies

In hating every sin. 692.

2. God in Nature. [Hy. 66. 1. The Lord our God is Lord of all;

His station who can find ?
I hear him in the waterfall;

I hear him in the wind.
2. If in the gloom of night I shroud,

His face I eannot fly;
I see him in the evening cloud,

And in the morning sky.

3. He smiles, we live; he frowns, we die;

We hang upon his word;
He rears his mighty arm on high,

We fall before his sword.
4. He bids his gales the fields deform;

Then, when his thunders cease,
He paints his rainbow on the storm,

And lulls the winds to peace. 693. God Omnipresent. [Hy. 68. 1. JEHOVAH, God! thy gracious power

On every hand we see;
O may the blessings of each hour

Lead all our thoughts to thee!
2. If, on the wings of morn, we speed

To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our journey lead,

Thine arm our path surround.
3. Thy power is in the ocean deeps,

And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,

Thy goodness never dies.
4. From morn till noon—till latest eve,

Thy hand, O God, we see;
And all the blessings we receive,

Proceec alone from thee.

6. In all the varying scenes of time,

4. Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench On thee our hopes depend;

The fervor of his love;
In every age-in every clime,

For us he died in kindness here,
Our Father and our Friend.

For us he lives above.
So o led ly. 139. 5. O may we ne er forget his grace.

Nor blush to bear his name ; 1. The head that once was crowned with thorns Still may our hearts hold fast his faithIs crowned with glory now;

Our lips his praise proclaim.
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.

Gratitude and Hope. Hy. 334. 2. The highest place that heaven affords, 1. Thanks to my God, for every gift Is his by sovereign right;

His bounteous hands bestow;
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,

And thanks eternal, for that love,
He reigns in glory bright;-

Whence all those comforts flow. 3. The joy of all who dwell above,

2. Forever let my grateful heart The joy of all below,

His boundless grace adore, To whom he manifests his love,

Which gives ten thousand blessings now, And grants his name to know.

And bids me hope for more. 4. To them the cross, with all its shame, 3. Transporting hopel still on my soul With all its grace, is given;

Let the sweet radiance shine,
Their name-an everlasting name,

Till hope itself is lost in joys,
Their joy—the joy of heaven.

Immortal and divine. 6. They suffer with their Lord below,

697. They reign with him above;


[Hy. 687. Their profit and their joy to know

1. Once more, my soul, the rising day The mystery of his love.

Salutes thy waking eyes; 6. To them the cross is life and health,

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To bim that rules the skies.
Though shame and death to him;
His people's hope, his people's wealth, 2. Night unto night his name repeats,
Their everlasting theme..

The day renews the sound,

Wide as the heaven on which he sits, 695. Our High Priest. Hy. 169. To turn the seasons round. 1. Come, let us join our song of praise 3. 'T is he supports my mortal frame; To our ascended Priest;

My tongue shall speak his praise; He entered heaven, with all our names

My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, Engraven on his breast.

And yet his wrath delays. 2. Below he washed our guilt away,

4. A thousand wretched souls are fled By bis atoning blood;

Since the last setting sun: Now he appears before the throne,

And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, And pleads our cause with God.

And yet my moments run. 8. Clothed with our nature still, he knows 5. Great God, let all my hours be thine, The weakness of our frame,

While I enjoy the light; And how to shield us from the foes

Then shall my sun in smiles decline, Whom he himself o'ercame.

And bring a pleasant night.


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698. Christ our Righteousness. [Ps. 71. iv.( 699. Gratitude.

Hy. 87. 1. My Saviour, my Almighty Friend, 1. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, When I begin thy praise,

My rising soul surveys,
Where will the growing numbers end, I Transported with the view, I'm lost
The numbers of thy grace

In wonder, love, and praise. 2. Thou art my everlasting trust,

2. Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy goodness I adore ;

Thy tender care bestowed,
And, since I knew thy graces first,

Before my infant heart conceived
I speak thy glories more.

From whom those comforts flowed. 3. My feet shall travel all the length

3. When in the slippery paths of youth of the celestial road;

With heedless steps I ran, And march with courage in thy strength, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, To see my Father, God.

And led me up to man. 4. When I am filled with sore distress, 4. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts For some surprising sin,

My daily thanks employ; I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,

Nor is the least a cheerful heart, And mention none but thine.

That tastes those gifts with joy. 6. How will my lips rejoice to tell

6. Through every period of my life, The victories of my King!

Thy goodness I'll pursue; My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,

And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew. 6. Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; 6. Through all eternity, to thee With this delightful song

A joyful song I 'll raise: I'll entertain the darkest hours,

But oh! eternity's too short Nor think the season long.

To utter all thy praise.

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