ITH all my powers of heart and tongue WITH I'll praise my Maker in my song: 2 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord; 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, 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; 6 4 THIN II. THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, No cares to break the long repose, 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, Be thou our joy and thou our rest; 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. FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere, Come, make your constant dwelling here; Still let your presence cheer my heart, Thy shield, thy saving strength, shall be With peace and joy her courts sur- In showers let endless blessings rain, 2 I. TREAT Shepherd of thine Israel, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. [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. Nor shall thy deep foundations move, FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage; 15 Nor fear the wrath of earth and hel!; 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! |