7 At night we lean our weary heads On thy paternal breast;
And, safely folded in thine arms, Resign our powers to rest.
8 In solid, pure delights, like these, Let all my days be past; Nor shall I then impatient wish, Nor shall I fear the last.
L.M.-Forbearance, Meekness, and Kindness.
1 JESUS, my Saviour, let me be More perfectly conform'd to thee; Implant each grace, each sin dethrone, And form my temper like thine own. 2 My foe, when hungry, let me feed, Share in his grief, supply his need; The haughty frown may I not fear, But with a lowly meekness bear. 3 Let the envenom'd heart and tongue, The hand outstretch'd to do me wrong, Excite no feelings in my breast, But such as Jesus once express'd. 4 To others let me always give, What I from others would receive; Good deeds for evil ones return,
Nor, when provok'd, with anger burn. 5 This will proclaim how bright and fair, The precepts of the gospel are; And God himself, the God of love, His own resemblance will approve. 316.
L.M.-God's gracious approbation of a religious care of our Families. Gen xviii. 19.
1 FATHER of men, thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace, From thee they sprung, and by thy hand Their root and branches are sustain'd.
2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, Be our domestic altars rais'd,
Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell.
3 To thee may each united house, Morning and night present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race Be taught thy precepts and thy grace. 4 O may each future age proclaim The honours of thy glorious name, While pleas'd and thankful, we remove To join the family above.
C.M.-Sovereignty and Grace.
1 THE Lord! how fearful is his name! How wide is his command! Nature, with all her moving frame, Rests on his mighty hand.
2 Immortal glory forms his throne, And light his awful robe; While with a smile, or with a frown, He manages the globe.
3 A word of his almighty breath Can swell or sink the seas; Build the vast empires of the earth, Or break them as he please.
4 Adoring angels round him fall, In all their shining forms,
His sovereign eye looks through them all, And pities mortal worms.
5 His bowels to our worthless race,
In sweet compassion move;
He clothes his looks with softest grace, And takes his title, Love.
6 Now, let the Lord for ever reign, And sway us as he will,
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain, We are his favourites still,
7 No more shall peevish passion rise, The tongue no more complain; 'Tis sovereign love that lends our joys, And love resumes again.
S.M.-Salvation by Grace. Eph. ii. 5.
1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to my ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.
Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man, And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan. Grace taught my wandering feet To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise.
L.M.-The Riches of pardoning Grace celebrated. Isa. xliv. 22. 1 LET heaven burst forth into a song; Let earth reflect the joyful sound; Ye mountains, with the echo ring, And shout, ye forests, all around. 2 The Lord his Israel hath redeem'd, Hath made his mourning people glad, And the rich glories of his name In their salvation hath display'd.
3 Unnumber'd sins, like sable clouds, Veil'd every cheerful ray of joy, And thunders murmur'd through the gloom, While lightnings pointed to destroy. 4 He spoke, and all the clouds dispers'd, And heaven unveil'd its shining face; The whole creation smil'd anew, Deck'd in the golden beams of
5 Israel, return in humble love,
Return to thy Redeemer's breast, And charm'd by his melodious voice, Compose thy weary powers to rest.
L.M.-God's incomparable Mercy admired. Micah vii. 18-20. 1 SUPREME in mercy, who shall dare With thy compassion to compare? For thy own sake wilt thou forgive, And bid the trembling sinner live. 2 Millions of our transgressions past, Cancell'd, behind thy back are cast; Thy grace, a sea without a shore, O'erflows them, and they rise no more. 4 And lest new legions should invade, And make the pardon'd souls afraid, Our inbred lusts thou wilt subdue, And form degenerate hearts anew. 4 Our Leader God, our songs proclaim; We lift our banners in his name; With songs of triumph forth we go, And level the gigantic foe.
5 His truth to Jacob shall prevail; His oath to Abram cannot fail: The hope of saints in ancient days, Which ages yet unborn shall praise.
L.M.-"Thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling." Ps. cxvi. 8. 1 MY soul, through my Redeemer's care, Sav'd from the second death, I feel; My eyes from tears of dark despair, My feet from falling into hell. 2 Wherefore to him my feet shall run; Mine eyes on his perfections gaze; My soul shall live for God alone, And all within me shout his praise.
C.M.- Say unto my soul, I am thy Salvation." Ps. xxxv. 3. 1 SALVATION! O melodious sound To wretched, dying men! Salvation that from God proceeds, And leads to God again!
2 Rescu'd from hell's eternal gloom, From fiends, and fires, and chains; Rais'd to a paradise of bliss,
Where love and glory reigns! 3 But oh! may a degenerate soul, Sinful and weak as mine, Presume to raise a trembling eye To blessings so divine?
4 The lustre of so bright a bliss My feeble heart o`erbears; And unbelief almost perverts The promise into tears.
5 My Saviour-God, no voice but thine These dying hopes can raise; Speak thy salvation to my soul, And turn its tears to praise.
6 My Saviour-God, this broken voice Transported shall proclaim, And call on all the' angelic harps
To sound so sweet a name.
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