5. Onee has his awful voice declared, Once and again my ears have heard,— "All power is his eternal due; He must be feared and trusted too."

6. For sovereign power reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne; Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward. 150.

[Ps. 80. i.

Prayer for the Church. 1. GREAT Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep:

2. Thy church is in the desert now;

Shine from on high and guide us through;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,—
We shall be saved and sigh no more.
8. Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How long shall we lament and pray,
And wait in vain thy kind return?
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
4. Instead of wine and cheerful bread,

Thy saints with their own tears are fed;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,-
We shall be saved and sigh no more.

1. Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughtered heaps around.

2. And can these mouldering corpses live?
And can these perished bones revive?
That, mighty God, to thee is known;
The wondrous work is all thine own:

3. Thy ministers are sent in vain

To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.

4. But, if thy Spirit deigns to breathe,
Life spreads thro' all the realms of death;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.

1. WHAT shall the dying sinner do,
That seeks relief for all his woe?
Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind!

2. How shall we get our crimes forgiven,
Or form our natures fit for heaven?
Can souls all o'er defiled with sin,
Make their own powers and passions clean!
3. In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh;
"Tis there the power and glory dwell,
That save rebellious souls from hell.
4. This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up;
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.

1. JESUS! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!

2. Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3. Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush-be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4. Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

5. Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

3. When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood;-
His loving-kindness,-O how good!

4. Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale-
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O, may my last, expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.

1. THERE is a God-all nature speaks, Thro' earth, and air, and seas, and skies; See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When the first beams of morning rise. 2. The rising sun, serenely bright,

O'er the wide world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3. Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God, And bow before him, and adore. 158.

Christ speaking Peace.

Light for those in Darkness. [Hy. 452.

1. THOUGH now the nations sit beneath
The darkness of o'erspreading death;
God will arise with light divine,
On Zion's holy towers to shine.

2. That light shall shine on distant lands,
And wandering tribes, in joyful bands,
Shall come, thy glory, Lord, to see,
And in thy courts to worship thee.
3. O light of Zion, now arise!
Let the glad morning bless our eyes!
Ye nations, catch the kindling ray,
And hail the splendors of the day.

1. WHEN power divine, in mortal form,
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,-
"Lo! it is I; be not afraid."

2. Blessed be the voice that breathes from heaven

To every heart in sunder riven,

When love, and joy, and hope are fled,— "Lo! it is I; be not afraid."

3. And when the last dread hour is come, While shuddering nature waits her doom, This voice shall call the pious dead,— "Lo! it is I; be not afraid."

1. O GOD, beneath thy guiding hand,
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
And when they trod the wintry strand,
With prayer and psalm they worshiped
thee.

2. Thou heard'st, well-pleased, the song, the
Thy blessing came; and still its power
Shall onward, through all ages, bear
The memory of that holy hour.

3. What change! thro' pathless wilds no more The fierce and naked savage roams; Sweet praise, along the cultured shore, Breaks from ten thousand happy homes. 4. Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God,

Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves. 5. And here thy name, O God of love,

Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,

And spring adorns the earth no more.

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Frailty of Man. 1. ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,

Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am,

And spend the remnant to thy praise.

2. My days are shorter than a span;

A little point my life appears:
How frail, at best, is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears!

3. O be a nooler portion mine!

My God, I bow before thy throne;
Earth's fleeting treasure I resign,
And fix my hope on thee alone.

To me, but poured on all mankind,
Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

1. "COME hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
2. "They shall find rest that learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

3. "Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight! My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light." 4. Jesus, we come at thy command;

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,

To mould and guide us at thy will.

2. Our souls and bodies we resign,

To fear and follow thy commands;
O take our hearts our hearts are thine,
Accept the service of our hands.
3. Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer,
Our Master's voice will we obey,
Toil in thy vineyard here, and bear
The heat and burden of our day.
4. Yet, Lord! for us a resting place,

In heaven, at thy right hand, prepare,
And, till we see thee face to face,
Be all our conversation there.

1. How blest the sacred tie that binds,
In union sweet, according minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run,
Whose hearts, and faith, and hopes are one.
2. To each, the soul of each how dear!
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin?
3. Their streaming eyes together flow,
For human guilt and mortal woe;
Their ardent prayers together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
4. Together oft they seek the place,

Where God reveals his awful face:-
And they shall meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy-because of love.

1. WHY should we start, and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

2. The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
We still shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly, fearless, through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4.

No strangers mock thy captive chain:
But friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands thy triumph share:
A heavenly city claims thy song;
A brighter Salem rises there.

5. By foreign streams no longer roam;
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood:
In every clime behold a home,
In every temple see thy God.

2. Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go!

3. Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

4. Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone;

In secret silence of the mind

My heaven, and there my God, I find.