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HYMN 120.

HYMN 121. Far as Creation's bounds extend, [In L. M. hymns, when sung in the above music, reThy mercies with thy glory blend;

peat the last two lines of each verse.] To thee, O Lord, thy works shall raise Be thou, O God! exalted high; A chorus of unceasing praise,

And as thy glory fills the sky, While saints to thee in hymns impart So let it be on earth displayed, The transports of a grateful heart. Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. They sing the glories of thy name, O God! my heart is fully bent, And feel within the vital flane;

Its thankful tribute to present; And while thy wisdom they admire,

And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To know thy love their hearts aspire; To thee, in songs of ardent praise. Thy love, O Lord, thy holy love,

Thy praises shall, O Lord, resound Is heaven below, is heaven above!

To all the tribes and nations round;

Thy love the highest heaven transcends, To every soul of all our race,

And deeper than our sins extends.
Do thou reveal thy wondrous grace;
And may thy mercy thousands win Be thou, O God I exalted high;
From ways of error and of sin ;

And as thy glory fills the sky,
May faith and hope and love increase, So let it be on earth displayed,
And fill the earth with joy and peace. Till thou art here, as thère, obeyed.

CREATION

47 HYMN 122.

HYMN 124. The Lord my pasture shall prepare, Arrayed in clouds of golden light, And feed me with a shepherd's care; More bright than heaven's effulgent bow, His presence shall my wants supply, Jehovah's angel came by night, And guard me with a watchful eye; To bless the sleeping world below. My noonday walks he shall attend, How soft the music of his tongue! And all my midnight hours defend. How sweet the hallowed strains he sung!

Good-will henceforth to man be given, When in the sultry glebe I faint,

The light of glory beams on earth: Or on the thirsty mountains pant,

Let angels tune the harps of heaven, To fertile vales and dewy meads

And saints rejoice in Shiloh's birth: My weary, wandering steps he leads,

In him all nations shall be blest, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

And his shall be a glorious rest. Amid the verdant landscape flow.

HYMN 125. Though in the paths of death I tread. With gloomy horrors overspread, Believers in the holy Lord! My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, O bless him for his sacred wordFor thou, O Lord, art with me still. The gracious word to mortals given, Thy friendly staff shall give me aid, A token of the love of heaven: And guide me thro' the dreadful shade. The teachings of the spirit's voice,

Therein invite us to rejoice. Though, in a bare and rugged way,

That precious word! O may we learn Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Its sacred blessings to discern, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, And with the mind the truth believe, The barren wilderness shall smile,

And with the heart its grace receive. With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, So shall our lives a comment prove And streams shall murmur all around.

On pure religion's holy love.

HYMN 123.

HYMN 126.

I know that my Redeemer lives! All-hail, Almighty power divine!

What joy this blest assurance gives! Great cause of all, support, and end! He lives! he lives! who once was slain! Thy works display supreme design,

He lives! for evermore to reign !
Where love, and light, and wisdom blend.
Revolving worlds thy laws obey,

He lives! he ever reigns above!
In all their bright and grand array.

He lives to bless us with his love!

He lives our longing souls to feed; Thy wisdom led a faithful band

He lives to help in time of need. From stern oppression's iron rod,

He lives a mansion to prepare: To people this, then desert, land, He lives to guide us safely there : In freedom here to worship God; Be this our theme of joyous faith, And thou wert with them, in thy pow'r. He lives, and we shall conquer death. To bless them in the trying hour.

HYMN 127.
Our Father's God-be ours the same: Shine forth in splendor, holy Lord,
Still grant us thy protecting care; And let thy power attend thy word ;
They knelt to bless thy hallowed name, Unveil the beauties of thy face,
For mercies which we freely share. In all the glories of thy grace.
Secure to us, with blessings fraught,
The freedom they so dearly bought.

Diffuse thy light and truth abroad,
And be thou known the mighty God;

So shall thy people joy in thee,
May Freedom here forever dwell;

And thou by them shalt honored be.
Columbia's hills and vales rejoice,
And generations rise to tell

May sin, and woe, and error cease,
Where first they heard her cheering voice: And man enjoy Messiah's peace :
And may thy love to each impart So may salvation's light display,
The freedom of the pure in heart. The joyous scenes of wisdom's way.

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HYMN 128. Sweet to the soul the parting ray,

Hushed is the tumult of this day, That ushers placid evening in,

And worldly cares and business cease; When with the still expiring day, While soft the vesper breezes play,

The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin; To hymn the glad return of peace. How grateful to the anxious breast, O season blest ! O moment given, The sacred hours of holy rest!

To turn the vagrant thoughts to heav'n. I love the blush of vernal bloom, Oft as this hallowed hour shall come,

When morning gilds night's sullen tear, O raise my tho'ts from earthly things, And dear to me the mournful gloom And bear them to my heavenly home,

Of Autumn, Sabbath of the year: On living faith's immortal wingsBut purer pleasures, joys sublime, Till the last gleam of life decay, Await the dawn of holy time.

In one eternal SABBATH DAY.

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SATURDAY NIGHT.
HYMN 129.

HYMN 131.
The day is past, and toils and cares The week is past ! its latest ray
Are ended with the setting sun;

ls vanished with the closing day;
And now, O Lord, our grateful prayers And 'tis as far beyond our grasp,
We bring to thee, thou blessed One. Its now departed hours to clasp,
To thee we come with hearts sincere, As to recall that moment bright,
And worship at thine altar here. When first creation sprung to light.

Thine, Father, thine is all the day,
Its morning smiles, its noontide light,
Its closing beauties, which delay
The coming of the glorious night:
All, all is thine: in tenderness,
Thy mercies all thy children bless.

The week is past! and has it brought
Some beams of truly soothing thought?
And has it left some memory dear
Of heavenly raptures rested here ?
Or has it winged its flight in vain,
Not to be enjoyed by us again!

We come to thank thee for thy care;
Thy goodness over us bath cast
A sure defence from every snare,
And dangers, of the day now past.
We bless thee for thy favors given,
For all the promises of heaven.

O who would sigh for its return,
Again therein to weep and mourn !
The moments as they onward flow,
Abridge the term of human woe;
And bring us nearer to the scenes
Where sorrows end and heaven beging.

Father, we ask thy blessing still-
Preserve us through the shades of night,

HYMN 132.
And bring us, if it be thy will,
To share in joy to-morrow's light.

There is a star whose gentle ray,
We know, while stars their vigils keep,

keen. Forever shines serenely bright, That Thou, O Lord, wilt never sleep.

And beams upon the Christian's way
To bless him with its holy light.

From the eternal throne it gleams,
HYMN 130.

And sheds on man its radiant beams. Thou art, O God, the life and light

When on life's stormy sea we ride, Of all this wondrous world we see ;

When all is dark, and all is drear, Its glow by day, its smile by night,

When fearful swells the foaming tide, Are but reflections caught from thee.

Oh then its blessed rays appear, Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,

And gently shed the light of love, And all things fair and bright are thine. And lift the tearful eye above! When day, with farewell beam, delays

S 'Tis Christian Hope, the sweetest star Among the opening clouds of even,

That lights the pilgrim's onward way, And we can almost think we gaze

And points to glorious joys afar,
Through golden vistas into heaven,
Those hues, that make the sun's decline;

The joys of everlasting day.

It dissipates the gathering gloom So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

That frowns around the opening tomb. When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies,

O give me this in every hour Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose Of deep, desponding, chilling fear; plume

O let me feel its heavenly power, Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, The weari

The weariness of woe to cheer. That sacred gloom, those fires divine,

Then earth's delusive dreams depart, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And

Land are thine And Christian Hope sustains the heart.

When youthful spring around us breathes, Far better is this light divine,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; This sure and steadfast hope in heaven,
And every flower the summer wreathes Than honours which deceitful shine,
Is born beneath thy kindling eye. By earthly fame or glory given.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, Though winds arise, and billows roll,
And all things fair and bright are thine. Hope is the anchor of the soul!

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HYMN 133.

HYMN 134.
Great God of wonders! all thy ways O thou, to whom, in ancient time,
Display thine energy divine;

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, But the rich glories of thy grace, Whom kings adored in songs sublime, More wondrous and unrivalled shine. And prophets praised with glowing Who is a pardoning God like thee?

tongue; Or who has grace so rich and free ? Not now on Zion's height alone,

Thy favored worshipper may dwell; Angels and men resign their claim

Not where, at sultry noon, thy Son To pity, mercy, love and grace;

Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well : These glories crown Jehovah's name, With an incomparable blaze:

From every place below the skies, Who is a pardoning God like thee?

The grateful song, the fervent prayer, Or who has grace so rich and free ?

The incense of the heart, may rise

To heaven, and find acceptance there. In wonder lost, with trembling joy, In this thy house, whose doors we now In thy great mercy we believe;

For social worship first unfold, Nor pain nor sorrow can destroy

To thee the suppliant throng shall bow, The peace that we in faith receive. While circling years on years are rolled. Who is a pardoning God like thee?

To thee shall age with snowy hair, Or who has grace so rich and free?

And strength and beauty, bend the knee, O may thy rich, thy boundless grace,

And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Thy universal, changeless love,

Its praises and its prayers to thee. Fill the wide earth with songs of praise, O thou, to whom in ancient time, And gladden angel-hosts above.

The lyre of prophet bards was strung, Who is a pardoning God like thee? To thee, at last, in every clime, Or who has grace so rich and free? Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

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