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Give us a meek and humble mind,

Still equal and serene.

6 Then will we close our eyes in death,
Free from distressing fear;
For death itself is life, O God,
If thou art with us there.


7s. J. TAYLOR.

Glory to God.

1 GLORY be to God on high,
God whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well-beloved of heaven.
2 Favoured mortals, raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.
3 Mark the wonders of his hand;
Power, no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.

4 Glorious being! from thy throne
Send thy promised blessings down;
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.



1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord!
Be thy glorious name adored;
Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail

2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.

3 There no tongue shall silent be;
All shall join in harmony;

That through heaven's capacious round Praise to thee may ever sound.

4 Lord, thy mercies never fail ; Hail, celestial goodness, hail!

Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Be thy glorious name adored.


S. M. Mrs. OPIE.

Praise of God peculiarly due from Man. 1 THERE seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every opening flower, Which tells, O Lord! the wondrous tale Of thy indulgence, love, and power.

2 The birds that rise on soaring wing

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, And all the mingling sounds of spring To thee a general pæan raise.

3 And shall our voice, Great God, alone

Be mute 'midst nature's loud acclaim? No; let our hearts with answering tone Breathe forth in praise thy holy name.

291. C. M.


Praise for Divine Goodness.

1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspir'd;
Loud and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardour fir'd!

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose tender care sustains

Our feeble frame, encompass'd round
With death's unnumber'd pains.

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute, as it flies,
With benefits unsought!

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows;
Who sent his Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes!

5 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,

at lights through darkest shades of death, o realms of endless day!



Praise for preserving Grace.

1 TO God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.

5 To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belong,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting song.



Glory to God in the Highest.

1 SONGS of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity.

2 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

3 And will man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the church delights to raise
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise.

4 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

5 Borne upon the latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ. 294. C. M. HEGINBOTHAM.

Praising God in Life and Death.
1 OUR souls shall praise thee, O our God!
Through all our mortal days;
And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

2 In each bright hour of peace and hope,
Be this our sweet employ:
Devotion heightens all our bliss,

And sanctifies our joy.

3 When gloomy care or keen distress Invades our throbbing breast,

Our tongues shall learn to speak thy praise, And sooth our pains to rest.

4 Nor shall our tongues alone proclaim
The honours of our God.

Our lives, with all our active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

5 And though these lips shall cease to move,
Though death shall close these eyes,
Yet shall our souls to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.

6 Then shall our powers in endless strains
Their grateful tribute pay:

The theme demands an angel's tongue,
And an eternal day.




1 BEHOLD! what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made:

But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 If in our Father's love

We share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon each heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.


S. M.


Vital union with Christ.

I DEAR Saviour, we are thine

By everlasting bonds:

Our hearts, our souls we would resign,
Entirely to thy hands.

2 To thee we still would cleave
With ever-growing zeal;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave,
Oh let them ne'er prevail.

3 Thy Spirit shall unite

Our souls to thee, our head;
Shall form us to thine image bright,
And teach thy paths to tread.

4 Death may our souls divide

From these abodes of clay;
But love shall keep us near thy side,
Through all the gloomy way.

5 Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt or fear;
If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,
He'll fix his members there.

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