Be thou my counsellor, 3 Jesus, my great High Priest, My guilty conscience seeks His pow'rful blood did once atone, 201 Job xxxviii, 7. (7's.) 1 SONGS of praise the angels sang, 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day; God will make new heav'ns and earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. L 4 And will man alone be dumb, 6 Borne upon the latest breath, Songs of praise their pow'rs employ. 202 Psalm xlvi, 1-7. (c. м.) 1 GOD is our refuge, tried and prov'd, We will not fear, though earth be mov'd, 2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake, 3 A gentle stream of hope and love, It issues from his throne above, 4 When earth and hell against us came, 203 Colossians iii, 11. (c. M.) 1 I'VE found the pearl of greatest price, And sing I must, for Christ I have, 2 Christ is a Prophet, Priest, and King; A Priest, who stands 'twixt God and me; 3 This Christ, he is the Lord of lords, 4 Christ is my meat, Christ is my drink, My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown, 204 Psalm xxxiv, 1. (c. M.) 1 WHAT shall I render to my God, For all his gifts to me? Sing, heav'n and earth, rejoice and praise 2 Bright cherubim! sweet seraphim! Praise him with all your might; Praise, praise him, all ye host of heav'n, Praise him, ye saints in light. 3 Praise him, ye kings, the King of kings, Praise him with one accord; Let the whole earth, with all her tongues, 4 Lord, let me praise thee while I live, 205 Romans xiii, 11. (c. M.) 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sov'reign love 2 Fast on the wings of time it flies, 3 Not many years their round shall run, Ere all its glories stand reveal'd 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Ye mortal pow'rs, decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, 206 Isaiah xxxii, 2. (L. M.) 1 AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake, Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake; We sing the Saviour of our race, The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-place. 2 When God's right arm is bar'd for war, And thunders clothe his cloudy car, Where, where, O where shall man retire T'escape the terrors of his ire? 3 'Tis he, the Lamb! to him we fly, 207 Psalm lxxvi. (s. M.) 1 GOD in his church is known, 2 The pow'rs of death and hell A word of his, the storm can quell, |