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2 In this re-animated clay,

I surely shall behold Him near; Shall see Him, in the latter day, In all His majesty appear.

3 I feel what then shall raise me up;
The eternal Spirit lives in me.
This is my confidence of hope,

That God I face to face shall see.
4 Mine own, and not another's eyes,
The King shall in His beauty view.
I shall from Him receive the prize,
The starry crown to victors due.

398. "The heavens declare the glory of God.” Psa. xix. 1-4

L. M. double.

1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And, nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth:

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3 What though in solemn silence all

Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice, nor sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is Divine!"

399. “Day unto day uttereth speech.” Psalm xix.

1 THE heavens declare His glory,
Their Maker's skill the skies:
Each day repeats the story,

And night to night replies.
Their silent proclamation
Throughout the earth is heard;
The record of creation,

The page of nature's word.

2 There, from his bright pavilion,
Like eastern bridegroom clad,
Hailed by earth's thousand million,
The sun sets forth right glad,
His glorious race commencing,
The mighty giant seems;
Through the vast round dispensing
His all-pervading beams.

3 So pure, so soul-restoring,
Is truth's diviner ray;
A brighter radiance pouring
Than all the pomp of day.

P. M.

The wanderer surely guiding,
It makes the simple wise;
And, evermore abiding,
Unfailing joy supplies.

4 Thy word is richer treasure
Than lurks within the mine;
And daintiest fare less pleasure
Yields, than this food divine.
How wise each kind monition!
Led by Thy counsels, Lord!
How safe the saints' condition,
How great is their reward!

5 But past transgressions pain me.
Lord! cleanse my heart within;
And evermore restrain me
From all presumptuous sin.
So let my whole behaviour,

Thoughts, words, and actions, be,
O God, my strength and Saviour!
Acceptable to Thee.

400. "The Lord is my Shepherd." Psa. xxiii. 1-4. 8's.

1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care:
His
presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks He will attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,

To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned;
And streams shall murmur all around.

4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord! art with me still.
Thy friendly hand shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

401.

1

2

"Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."
Psalm xxiii.

P. M.

THE Lord my Shepherd is,
And He my soul will keep.
He knoweth who are His,

And watcheth o'er His sheep.
Away with every anxious fear:
I cannot want while He is near.

His wisdom doth provide
The pasture where I feed:
Where the still waters glide
Along the quiet mead,

He leads my feet; and, when I roam,
O'ertakes and brings the wanderer home.

3

He leads, Himself, the way

His faithful flock should take.
Them who His voice obey,

His love will ne'er forsake;

For He has pledged His holy name;He who for ever is the same.

4

Let me but feel Him near,

5

Death's gloomy pass in view,

I'll walk without a fear

The shadowy valley through.

With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care Will guide my steps, and guard me there.

Still is my table spread;

My foes stand silent by.

I feed on living bread :

My cruse is never dry.

And surely love and mercy will
Attend me on my journey still.
6 Still hope and grateful praise
Shall form my constant song;
Shall cheer my gloomiest days,
And tune my dying tongue :
Until my ransomed soul shall rise,
To praise Him better in the skies.

402. “I will bless the Lord at all times.” Psalm xxxiv.

8's & 6's.

1 For ever will I bless the Lord,

Nor cease His praise to speak.
My song His goodness shall record,
That the oppressed and weak
May trust in Him, who will reward

The humble and the meek.

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