2 Precious is thy word of promise,

Precious to thy people here;
Never take thy presence from us,
Jesus, Saviour, still be near:

ll: Living, dying, ://

May thy name our spirits cheer.
152.*
“My peace I give unto

you.
ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing,

Fawcett.

;

Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace :

ll: Oh, refresh us, ://
Trav'ling through this wilderness !
2 Thanks we give, and adoration,

For thy Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;

ll: May thy presence ://

With us evermore be found. 153,

“ Depart in

peace.

',

CHESTERFIELD. C. M.

Rev. THOMAS HAWEIS.

Psalm 19.

155.

Cowper. А

GLORY gilds the sacred page,

Majestic, like the sun :
It gives a light to every age;

It gives, but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it still supplies

The gracious light and heat:
Its truths upon the nations rise ;

They rise, but never set.
3 Let everlasting thanks be thine

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.
4 My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view

In brighter worlds above!
156.
“ Oh, how love I thy law."

MRS. STERLE

What endless glory shines !
For ever be thy name adored

For these celestial lines.
2 Here my Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

3 Oh, may these heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,

And still increasing light!
4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,

Be thou for ever near ;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,

And view my Saviour there. 157.

Psalm 119.

WATTS.

LORD jalshaghmade thy word my choice,

lasting heritage
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,

My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the histories of thy love,

And keep thy laws in sight;
While through the promises I rove,
With ever

fresh delight.
3 'T is a broad land, of wealth unknown,

Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,

And hidden glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have;

It makes our sorrows blest ;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,

And our eternal rest.

158.

Psalm 119.

WATTS H that the Lord would guide my ways

O

Oh that my God would grant me grace

To know and do his will.
2 Order my footsteps by thy word,

And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep my conscience clear.
3 Make me to walk in thy commands-

'T is a delightful road;
Nor let my head nor heart nor hands

Offend against my God.

DOWNS. C. M.

L. MASON.

FAWCETT.

H divine,

159.

“ The commandment is a lamp.” Prov. 6 : 23.
OW

By inspiration given !
Bright as a lamp, its doctrines shine,

To guide our souls to heaven.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts

In this dark vale of tears ;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,

And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp through all the tedious night

Of life, shall guide our way;
Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day.

160.

Psalm 119: 9.

WATTS.

OW shall the young secure their hearts

?

Thy word the choicest rules imparts,

To keep the conscience clean.
2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,

That guides us all the day :
And through the dangers of the night,

A lamp to lead our way.
3 Thy precepts make me truly wise :

I hate the sinner's road;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise,

But love thy law, my God.
4 Thy word is everlasting truth;

How pure is every page!
That holy book shall guide our youth,

And well support our age.

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161.

O

“ The true Light.” John 1:9. W. W. How.
WORD of God incarnate,

O Wisdom from on high,
O Truth unchanged, unchanging,

O Light of our dark sky;
We praise thee for the radiance

That, from the hallowed page,
A lamp unto our footsteps,

Shines on from age to age.
2 The Church from thee, her Master,

Received the gift divine ;
And still that light she lifteth

O'er all the earth to shine:
It floateth like a banner

Before God's host unfurled;
It shineth like a beacon

Above the darkling world.
3 Oh, make thy Church, dear Saviour,

A lamp of burnished gold,
To bear before the nations

Thy true light as of old ;
Oh, teach thy wandering pilgrims

By this their path to trace,
Till, clouds and darkness ended,

They see thee face to face.