Infuse the principle divine In all who here expect thy grace, Thy Gospel through the world to spread ; Freely as they receive to give, And preach the death by which we live. Shirland-p. 92.] HYMN 519. S. M. THE power to bless my house, Yet rendering him my constant vows; My house to serve the Lord, 3 To ask with faith and hope In prayer Their daily sacrifice? 4 Let each his sin eschew, Through thy restraining grace, Our father Abr'ham's steps pursue, And walk in all thy ways. 5 Saviour of men, incline The hearts which thou hast made, Which thou hast bought with blood divine, To ask thy promis'd aid. 6 Me and my house receive, 451 BIRTHDAY. Kingsnorth-p. 126.] HYMN 520. 4 6s & 2 88. G OD of my life, to thee I see my natal hour return, 3 Long as I live beneath, In thanks and praises give! I consecrate to thee; Me to thine image now restore, 5 I wait thy will to do, As angels do in heaven: I wait thy perfect will to prove, 6 Then when the work is done, In death's triumphant hour, Banquet-p. 192.] HYMN 521. 11s & 9s. WAY with our fears! The glad morning Αν appears, When an heir of salvation was born! From Jehovah I came, For his glory I am, And to him I with singing return. 2 Thee, Jesus, alone, The Fountain I own, And cheerfully sing My Redeemer and King, 3 With thanks I rejoice In thy fatherly choice Of my state and condition below: If of parents I came, Who honour'd thy name, 'Twas thy wisdom appointed it so. 4 I sing of thy grace, From my earliest days, Ever near to allure and defend; Hitherto hast thou been My Preserver from sin, And I trust thou wilt save to the end. 5 O the infinite cares, And temptations, and snares, Thy hand hath conducted me through! O the blessing bestow'd By a bountiful God, 6 What a mercy is this; What a heaven of bliss How unspeakably happy am I! Gather'd into thy fold, With thy people enroll'd. With thy people to live and to die. O the goodness of God, In employing a clod, His standard to bear, And with triumph declare, 8 O the fathomless love, That has deign'd to approve, And prosper the work of my hands! With my pastoral crook, I went over the brook, And behold I am spread into bands! 9 Who, I ask in amaze, Hath begotten me these? And inquire from what quarter they came; My full heart it replies, They are born from the skies, And gives glory to God and the Lamb. 10 All honour and praise To the Father of grace, 11 In a rapture of joy, My life I employ, "Tis worth living for this, To administer bliss, 12 My remnant of days I spend in his praise, RESURRECTION. EASTER. Florida-p. 34.] HYMN 522. C. M. THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest, Who, joyful in harmonious lays, 2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, By hymns of praise we learn to be 3 On this glad day a brighter scene By God, the' eternal Word, than when 4 He rises, who mankind has bought 'Twas great to speak the world from nought; 'Twas greater to redeem. 5 Alone the dreadful race he ran, Alone the wine press trod; He dies and suffers as a man, He rises as a God. 6 The Sun of Righteousness appears, Firmament-p. 65.] HYMN 523. L. M. The |