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2 O happy the choirs,
Who praise thee above !
Their worship is love:
And happy they be,
Whose strength is in thee!
They drink, as they go,
New life as they flow :
Their strength shall renew,
His glory shall view. 105
Lamentations iii, 24. (C. M.) 1 FROM day to day while others roam,
And search in vain for bliss;
The Lord my portion is.
Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea, Is pleas'd to claim me for his own,
And give himself to me.
His blood removes my fear;
His arm preserves me here.
4 His word of promise is my food,
His Spirit is my guide ;
And all my wants supplied.
Disgrace for him renown:
While he prepares my crown!
Hebrews iv, 15. (L. M. 6's.)
1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way ;
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 When anxious thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies,
4 And oh! when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last,
And wipe the latest tear away. 107
Hebrews xi, 13–16. (L. M. 6's.) 1 STRANGERS and pilgrims here below,
As all our fathers in their day,
In cloud by day, in fire by night! 2 Thy righteous laws to us proclaim,
But not from Sinai's top alone;
Or worship any God but thee !
And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Plunge through the stream, to rise above. 108
Psalm cxli, 2. (P. M.) 1 ERE yet the evening star, with silver ray,
Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day, Let us resume, with thankful hearts again, The rites that heav'n and holiness ordain.
2 Still let those precious truths our thoughts
engage, Which shine reveal'd on revelation's page ; Nor those bless'd hours in vanity be pass'd,
Which all who lavish, will lament at last. 3 O God, our Saviour, in our hearts abide,
Thy blood redeems us and thy precepts guide:
Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. 4 And as yon sun descending rolls away,
To rise in glory at return of day,
Luke xxii, 19. (c. M.)
1 IF human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie ;
To feel a friend is nigh:
The gratitude we owe
Our more than orphan's woe!
Those pangs he would not flee; What love his latest words display'd,
's Meet and remember me!"
4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share !
But his, recorded there ! 110
Mark iv, 40. (7's.) 1 SPAR’D through grace another year,
Good it is to praise the Lord;
Good his mercies to record.
Foes too strong for us to meet;
And our foes have found defeat. 3 Then he seem'd to ask us why,
When the foe appear'd in view,
We should doubt, and he so true? 4 Saviour, all our sins forgive,
Make us what we ought to be ;
And in heav’n thy glory see. 111
Psalm lxii, 11. (c.m.)
1 THE Lord our God is full of might,
The winds obey his will ;
The rolling sun stands still.