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Longing for the Presence of God.-Grief at the Loss of
When heated in the chase;
And Thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Thou Majesty divine!
3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
Thy temple did frequent;
4 When I advanc'd, with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay;
That kept the festal day.
Trust God; and He'll employ
To thankful hymns of joy.
Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of Him who is thy GOD,
Thy health's eternal spring.
God's Word and Ordinances a Comfort in Distress. 1 GOD of my strength! why all my grief?
Tho' foes my ev'ry path surround, Thy Word affords the kind relief,
And shows where solid joys abound. 2 O! send Thy light and truth to me!
Thy light upon Thy truth to shine; O! let them lead my feet to Thee,
And to Thy dwelling-place divine ! 3 Then will I tow'rd Thine altar press;
Draw near to God, my exceeding joy ; With grateful heart Thy Name I'll bless,
And all my life in praise employ. 4. Why then, my soul! so vainly strive?
Hope thou in God, and praise Him still: With gracious health thy soul shall thrive,
And God Himself His temple fill.
The Church's Safety. i God is the refuge of His saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurld
Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
And watering our divine abode.
That all our raging fear controls;
And give new strength to fainting souls.
Christ Ascending and Reigning.
To God the sovereign King !
And hymns of triumph sing.
His heav'nly guards around
With trumpet's joyful sound. 3 While angels shout, and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains ; Let all the earth His honour sing :
O’er all the earth He reigns. 4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song ;
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Israel stood His ancient throne;
He lov'd that chosen race:
And heathens taste His grace:
There Abraham's God is known,
Submit before His throne.
The Beauty of the Church.--Zion's Praise.
From Zion's mount let incense rise!
Of Him whose glory fills the skies.
The joy of Judah’s honour'd plains ; "Tis known, who trusts her Sou'reign's pow'r
A refuge in her palace gains. 3 Go, then, and walk fair Zion round;
See, where the mighty bulwarks rise; Mark how her guardian towers abound;
In ev'ry palace feast your eyes. 4 Within these walls—this sacred pale
May we, Thy saints, securely dwell; And, fir'd with love, the wondrous tale
To all our rising children tell. 5 And may. this thought our souls sustain
The God of Salem's hallow'd tow'rs Shall guide our feet o'er sin's domain,
And be, in death, for ever ours.
Rich and Poor alike in the Grave.
1 CEASE, mortals, cease your pride, nor dream
That riches shall from death redeem;
2 See rich and poor together laid
As sheep, when night extends her shade,
Stern shepherd !-guards the slumb'ring flock. 3 Corruption there it's work shall ply,
And, wrapt in darkness as they lie,
4 Seest thou the rich – regard his end
No wealth shall to his grave descend;
5 Yet thou, like him, the way shalt tread,
Which, one by one, thy Sires have led;
6 For man, with erring pride elate,
Or high in power, in honour great,