4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest
Till through the world thy truth has run ;
Till Christ has all the nations blest,
That see the light, or feel the sun.
5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise;
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renewed, and sins forgiven:
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven.

Universal Praise. Ps. 148.

1 LET every creature join

To praise the eternal God;
Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his name abroad.

2 Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays,

Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

3 He built those worlds above,

And fixed their wondrous frame ;
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

4 Ye vapours, when ye rise,

Or fall in showers of snow,

Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, His power and glory show.

5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire,
Agree to praise the Lord,

When ye in dreadful storms conspire
To execute his word.

8, 9 ADDRESS TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.

6 By all his works above

His honours be exprest;

But saints that taste his saving love
Should sing his praises best.

Charity to the poor; or, pity to the afflicted.
1 BLEST is the man whose bowels move,
And melt with pity to the poor;
Whose soul by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow saints endure !
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do ;
He, in time of general grief,

Shall find the lord has bowels too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit; or, fervency of devotion desired.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love,

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys:
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame :
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the heavens our voices raise ;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love,

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

11, 12

PUBLIC WORSHIP.

11. L. M.

WATTS.

The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. 84.
1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints

To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate ;

God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper God.

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

The morning of a Lord's day.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face:
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3 I've seen thy glory and thy power,
Through all thy temple shine;
My God repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine !

4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.

5 Not life itself, with all her joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

6 Thus till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

And tune my lips to sing.

Longing for the House of God. Ps. 84.

1 LORD of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode

My heart aspires,
With warm desires

To see my

God.

2 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wandering swallows long
To find their wonted rest :
My spirit faints,
With equal zeal
To rise and dwell
Among thy saints.