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WARD. L. M.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here be - low;
Praise him a - bove, ye heavenly host ; Praise Fa - ther, Son, and Ho - ly Ghost.
170. The Saint's Refuge. Ps. 46. i. 171. Benefit of Affliction. Ps. 119. xviii. 1. God is the refuge of his saints
1. FATHER, I bless thy gentle hand: When storms of sharp distress invade: How kind was thy chastising rod, Ere we can offer our complaints,
That forced my conscience to a stand, Behold him present with his aid.
And brought my wandering soul to God. 2. Let mountains from their seats be hurled 2. Foolish and vain, I went astray, Down to the deep, and buried there;
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord; Convulsions shake the solid world;
I left my guide, and lost my way, Our faith shall never yield to fear.
But now I love and keep thy word 3. Loud may the troubled ocean roar, 3. 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, In sacred peace our souls abide;
For pride is apt to rise and swell: While every nation, every shore,
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. That I may learn his statutes well. 4. There is a stream whose gentle flow 4. The law, that issues from thy mouth, Supplies the city of our God;
Shall raise my cheerful passions more Life, love, and joy still gliding through, Than all the treasures of the south, And watering our divine abode.
Or western hills of golden ore. 8. That sacred stream, thy holy word, 6. Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Our grief allays, our fear controls :
Thy Spirit formed my soul within ; Sweet peace thy promises afford,
Teach me to know thy wondrous name, And give new strength to fainting souls. And guard me safe from death and sin 6. Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
6. Then all that love and fear the Lord, Secure against a threatening hour;
At my salvation shall rejoice; Nor can her firm foundations move,
For I have trusted in thy word, Built on his truth, and armed with power.] And made thy grace my only choice.
172. Christ our Frample. Hy. 112.] 174. Christ our Life. Hy 399.
1. WHEN sins and fears, prevailing, rise, 1. My dear Redeemer, and my Lord!
And fainting hope almost expires, I read my duty in thy word;
Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyesBut in thy life the law appears
To thee I breathe my soul's desires. Drawn out in living characters.
2. If my immortal Saviour lives, 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Then my immortal life is sure; Such deference to thy Father's will,
His word å firm foundation gives; Thy love and meekness so divine,
Here let me build, and rest secure. I would transcribe, and make them mine.
de. 3. Here let my faith, unshaken, dwell;
Immovable the promise stands :
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.
4. Here, O my soul, the trust repose!
If Jesus is forever mine, 4. Be thou my pattern; make me bear
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Sball break a union so divine.
175. Baptism of a Child. Hy. 542.
Baptizer of our spirits thou! 173. Holy Spirit. [Hy. 200. The sacramental seal apply,
And witness with the water now. 1. COVE, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above: | 2. Exert thy energy divine,
And sprinkle the atoning blood;
May Father, Son, and Spirit, join
To seal this child, a child of God. 2. Conduct us safe, conduct us far From every sin and hurtful snare;
176. Consecration renewed. Uy. 553. Lead to thy word that rules must give, 1. Jesus, thou everlasting King! And teach us lessons how to live.
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well-deserved renown, 8. The light of truth to us display,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee;
We first received thy pledge of love. 4. Lead us to holiness,—the road
That we must take to dwell with God; | 3. The gladness of that happy day!
Our hearts would wish it long to stay
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 6. Lead us to God, our final rest,
4. Each following minute, as it flies, In his enjoyment to be blessed;
Increase thy praise, improve our joys, Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss,
Till we are raised to sing thy name, Where pleasure in perfection is.
At the great supper of the Lamb.
to God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spi-rit, Three in One,
The Exodus. [Ps. 114. i. 1. Ye servants of th'almighty King,
1. WHEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their King, and Judah was his throne. The nations shall his praise repeat.
2. Across the deep their journey lay; 2. Above the earth, beyond the sky,
The deep divides to make them way; Stands his high throne of majesty;
Jordan beheld their march, and fled Nor time nor place his power restrain,
With backward current to his head. Nor bound his universal reign.
3. The mountains shook like frightened sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap; 3. Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Not Sinai on her base could stand, Or angels, with their God compare !
Conscious of sovereign power at hand. His glories, how divinely bright,
4. What power could make the deep divide, Who dwells in uncreated light !
Or Jordan backward roll bis tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills ? 4. Behold his love,-he stoops to view
And whence the fright that Sinai feels? What saints above and angels do;
5. Let every mountain, every flood, And condescends, yet more, to know
Retire, and know th' approaching God; The mean affairs of men below!
The King of Israel,- see him here;
Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear. 6. From dust and cottages obscure
6. He thunders, and all nature mourns, His grace exalts the humble poor;
The rock to standing pools he turns; Gives them the honor of his sons,
Flints spring with fountains at his word, And fits them for their heavenly thrones. And fires and seas confess the Lord.
179. Prayer against public Enemies. (Ps. 140. ii. 4. Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky, 1 O THOU Preserver of mankind,
And earth and seas, with all their train; Our hope, our shield, our strength, our And none shall find his promise vain.
God! Thou hast an ear to prayer inclined; 5. His truth forever stands secure: Our cries have reached thy dread abode. He saves th'oppressed, he feeds the poor;
He sends the laboring conscience peace, . Our cause thy justice will maintain,
And grants the prisoner sweet release. Avenge th'oppressed and guard the poor: Ne'er shall thy children ask in vain, 6. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; And our proud foes shall boast no more. The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress, &. Their banded hosts shall fly, or fall;
The widow and the fatherless.
7. He loves his saints, he knows them well, We shall be saved, and sing his praise. But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, o Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains. 180.
The happy Nation. [Ps. 144. iii. 1. Happy the city, where their sons Like pillars round a palace set,
182. Glory of God in Christ. [Hy. 154 And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the state.
1. Now to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; 2. Happy the country, where the sheep,
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2. See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace; 3. Happy the nation thus endowed;
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3. The spacious earth and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise and powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar 181,
Praise to God. [Ps. 146. i.) Sparkle in every rolling star. 1. PRAISE ye the Lord: my heart shall join
| 4. But in his looks a glory stands, In work so pleasant, so divine;
The noblest labor of thine hands : Now while the flesh is mine abode,
The pleasing luster of his eyes And when my soul ascends to God.
Outshines the wonders of the skies. 2. Praise shall employ my noblest powers, 5. Grace! 't is a sweet, a charming theme; While immortality endures;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' namel My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound; While life, and thought, and being last. Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 8. Why should I make 'a man my trust? | 6. O may I live to reach the place Princes must die and turn to dust:
Where he unvails his lovely face! Their breath departs, their pomp and power, Where all his beauties you behold, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.
And sing his name to harps of gold!
5. God the Defense of his Church. [Ps. 46. V. 1. How great is the Messiah's joy,
1. LET Zion in her King rejoice, In the salvation of thy hand!
Tho' tyrants rage and kingdoms rise; Lord, thou hast raised his kingdom high, He utters his almighty voice,
And given the world to his command. The nations melt, the tumult dies. 2. Whate'er he wills, thy goodness gives, 2. From sea to sea, through all the shores, Nor doth the least request withhold;
He makes the noise of battle cease; Blessings attend him while he lives,
When from on high the thunder roars, And crowns of glory, not of gold.
He awes the trembling world to peace. 3. Around his sacred temples shine
3. He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Th' Eternal's uncreated rays;
Chariots he burns with heavenly flame : All power is his, and grace divine,
Keep silence all the earth, and hear
The sound and glory of his name. 184. ' Christ's Ascension (Ps. 24. iii. 4. “Be still, and learn that I am God : 1. REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high,
I'll be exalted o'er the lands : Behold the King of glory nigh!
I will be known and feared abroad, Who can this King of glory be?
But still my throne in Zion stands." The mighty Lord, the Saviour's be.
5. O Lord of hosts, almighty King, 2. Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
While we so near thy presence dwell, To make the Lord, the Saviour, way:
Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
Defiance to the gates of hell. The conqueror comes, with God to dwell. 186. God's Wrath and Mercy. [Ps. 68. L 3. Raised from the dead, he goes before, 1. LET God arise in all his might, He opens heaven's eternal door,
And put the hosts of hell to flight; To give his saints a blest abode
As smoke, that sought to cloud the skies, Near their Redeemer and their God.
Before the rising tempest flies.