2 Simple, teachable, and mild, Pleased with all the Lord provides, 3 Father, fix our souls on thee, Only seek above, below, Thee to serve, and thee to know. 4 O that all may seek and find, Every good in Jesus joined ; Him let Israel still adore, Trust him, praise him, evermore! 165. C.M. 1 OUR souls lie cleaving to the dust, From vain desires and every lust, 2 We need the influence of thy grace, 3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, Wilt thou not grant us warmer zeal 4 Then shall we love thy gospel more, Then shall we feel its blessed power, 166. C.M. 1 TRY us, O God, and search the ground 2 When to the right or left we stray, But guide our feet into the way 3 Help us to help each other, Lord, 4 Help us to build each other up, 167. 1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns And from his own eternity, M S. M. 2 The great Jeborah's ours. 3 Thy name. Lord, be our song, 168. C.M. 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss, 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, 169. P.M. "As Strangers and Pilgrims." 1 GUIDE us, O thou great Jehovah! Pilgrims through this barren land. We are weak, but thou art mighty; Hold us with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven Feed us till we want no more. 2 Open thou the living fountain, Be thou still our strength and shield. 3 When we tread the verge of Jordan, Bid our anxious fears subside; Bear us through the o'erwhelming torrent, We will ever give to thee. 170. 7s. "He shall reign till all enemies shall be under his feet." 1 HARK! the song of Jubilee, 2 Hallelujah! for the Lord, God omnipotent shall reign: Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main. 3 See Jehovah's banners furled, Sheathed his sword: He speaks-'tis done, Are the kingdoms of his Son. 4 He shall reign from pole to pole, 5 He shall reign-beneath his rod, 171. C.M. 1 WHEN rising from the bed of death 2 If yet while pardon may be found, Our heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand displayed 4 Lord thou hast told the troubled mind Who doth his sins lament, That his Redeemer's cross and blood |