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Hymn 185. P. M. I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord. Psalm cxxii. 1.
HÓW overjoy'd was I,
When the solemo hour drew nigh;
Flew my soul to worship there.
Let us go with holy speed :
To the temple of our Lord.
There our ready feet shall stand,
Will we for his mercy wait.
Wrestle on for Zion's peace :
On your hearts for ever bear. 50 thou temple of my God,
For thy sake I spend my blood,
Isa. xl. 11.
Shall I in sloth abide at home?
When Jesus kindly bids me come
I'll go; it is a place of prayer,
In hope that God may meet me there. * How long did faithful Hannah wait,
And seri'd the Lord for many years,
With fasting and with many tears?
Till God was pleas'd to meet her there. 3 Then, O! my Lord, give me the power;
And like the saints, I'll watch for thee;
When thou shalt be reveal'd in me:
And, sav'd from sin, show me thy face. 4 Remove temptation, O my Lord;
And let mine enemies be slain,
And plunge me in the world again :
Hymn 187. L. M.
Improve the day thy God hath blest, Another six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun, 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assig'bs.
So sweet a rest to wearied minds,
3 Ó that our thoughts and thanks way rise,
As grateful incense to the skies :
Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast,
is the best pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 With joy, great God, thy works we scan,
Creation's scene, redemption's play:
With hope we future pleasures taste. 6 In holy duties let the day,
In holy comforts pass away;
Return; ye bachsliding children, and I will heal
your backslidings. Jer. iii. 22.
Hymn 188. L. M. According to the multitude of thy tender
mercios. Psalm li. 1.
IOW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive,
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The pow'r and glory of thy grace;
So let thy pard'oiug lore be found. 30 wash my soul from every six !
And make my guilty conscience clean!
And past offences pain my eyes.
Against thy law, aglailist thy grace:
I am condenin'd, but thou art elear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath!
I must pronounce Thee just in death:
Tby righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, stilt bov'ring round thy word, Would light on sorce sweet promise there, Some sure support agaiost despair.
Hymn 189. L. M. But if the salt have lost its sacour, wherewith shall it be salted ? Matt, v. 13.
! 1 AH! Lord, with trembling I confess,
A gracious soul may fall froin grace; The salt may lose its seas'ning power,
And never, never find it more! 2 Lest that my fearful case should be,
Fach momeit knit my soul to thee:
And lead me to the mount above,
Through the low vale of humble love. 3 Fountain of true felicity,
Eternal God, spring up in me;
Hymn 190. P. M.
mise fail for evermore? Psalm 1xxvii. 8. 1
Mercy still reserv'd for me? Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sioners, spare ? 2 I have long withstood his grace
Long provok'd bim to his face;
Griev'd bim by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled bis relentings are,
Me he now delights to spare;
Lets the listed thunder drop.
Sbows bis wounds and spreads his hands
Jesus weeps and loves me still! 5 Jesus, answer from above;
Is not all thy nature love? 10di