WITH

I'll praise my Maker in my song:
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord;
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all the works and names below,
So much thy power and glory show.
3 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

4 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows and from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

13 Bless ye the Lord who taste his love,
People and priests exalt his name;
Among his saints he ever dwells;
His church is his Jerusalem.

2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good;
To praise his name is sweet employ;
Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.

4

THIN

II.

THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent love and strong desire.
2 In thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,

No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 O, long-expected day, begin;

Dawn on this world of woe and sin: Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, and rest in God. 5

II.

YREAT God, we sing thy mighty hand, By which supported still we stand: The opening year thy mercy shows; Let mercy crown it till it close. 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God; By his incessant bounty fed, By his unerring counsels led.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own; The future, all to us unknown, We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

6

SWE

WEET peace of conscience, heavenly guest,

Come fix thy mansion in my breast, Dispel my doubts, my fears control, And heal the anguish of my soul.

Come, make your constant dwelling

here;

Still let your presence cheer my heart,
Nor sin compel you to depart.
Thou God of hope, and peace divine,
O! make these sacred pleasures mine;
Forgive my sins, my fears remove,
And send the tokens of thy love.
Then, should mine eyes, without a tear,
See death, with all his terrors near;
My heart should then in death rejoice,
And raptures tune my faltering voice.

[APPY the church, thou sacred place, The seat of thy Creator's grace; Thy holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God.

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits;

Thy laws and works are just and right, But grace and justice thy delight. 4 God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head; And with his sacred Spirit blessed His first-born Son above the rest.

15

13

Ε

II.

HE that hath made his refuge God,

Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare From Satan's wiles, who still betrays Unguarded souls, a thousand ways. 3 What though a thousand at thy side, Around thy path ten thousand died, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 4 The sword, the pestilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.

COME

dearest Lord, who reign'st

above, And draw with me the cords of love, And while the gospel does abound, O may I know the joyful sound! Sweet are the tidings, free the grace, It brings to our apostate race: It spreads a heavenly light around; O may I know the joyful sound! 3 The gospel bids the sin-sick soul Look up to Jesus and be whole; In him are peace and pardon found; O may I know the joyful sound! 4 It stems the tide of swelling grief, Affords the needy sure relief; Releases those by Satan bound; O may I know the joyful sound!