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ROM deep distress and troubled thoughts,

To thee, my God, I raised my cries: If thou severely mark our faults,

No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope, and love, as well as fear.
8 My trust is fixed upon thy word,

Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
4 Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son:
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have
done.

Thy promises, how firm they be!
How firm our hope and comfort stands!
4 Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I'll call them vanity and lies,

And bind the gospel to my heart.

And the whole race of creatures stand
Waiting their portion from thy hand.

4 The earth stands trembling at thy
stroke,

And at thy touch the mountains smoke, Great is the Lord! what tongue can frame

An honor equal to his name!

5 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.

THOU

All earthly joy, and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?

2 Where is the shadow of that rock
That from the sun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
3 Why should thy bride appear like one,
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.
4 The footsteps of thy flock I see;

Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans,

and tears.

5 His dearest flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood: Here to these hills my soul will come, Till my Beloved leads me home.

FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP.

THRO

THROUGH every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne ere heaven was made,

THE hour of my departure's come,

I hear the voice that calls me home; Now, O my God, let trouble cease, And let thy servant die in peace. The race appointed I have run,

The combat's o'er, the prize is won, And now my witness is on high, And now my record 's in the sky. 3 Not in mine innocence I trust; I bow before thee in the dust,

And through my Saviour's blood alone,
I look for mercy at thy throne.

I come, I come, at thy command,
I give my spirit to thy hand:
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.

Or earth, thy humble footstool laid.
2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began,
Or dust was fashioned into man;
And long thy kingdom shall endure,
When earth and time shall be no more. 69
3 Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream,
An empty tale, a morning flower,
Cut down and withered in an hour.
4 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out the span,
Till thine own grace, so rich, so free,

Fit us to die and dwell with thee.

COME, weary souls, with sins distressed,

Come and accept the promised rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load,
O! come and spread your woes abroad,
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful loads remove.

WHY should we start and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals
Death is the gate of endless joy, [are!
And yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans and dying strife,
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fright our approaching souls away;

Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 O! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul would stretch her wings in haste,

Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.

LORD, I will bless thee all my days,

Thy praise shall dwell upon
tongue;

My soul shall glory in thy grace,
While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2 Come magnify the Lord with me,
Let every heart exalt his name;
I sought th' eternal God, and he

Has not exposed my hope to shame.
3 I told him all my secret grief,
My secret groaning reached his ears:
He gave my inward pains relief,

And calmed the tumult of my fears. 4 His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that serve the Lord; O! fear and love him, all his saints,

Taste of his grace and trust his word.

13 Not half so far hath nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those he loves.
4 How slow his awful wrath to rise!
On swifter wings salvation flies;
And if he lets his anger burn,
How soon his frowns to pity turn!
5 But his eternal love is sure

To all the saints, and shall endure:
From age to age his truth shall reign,
Nor children's children hope in vain.

He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives.

2 Not half so high his power hath spread 4 His power he showed by Moses' hands

The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

And gave to Israel his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.

5 Let the whole earth his power confess, 2 Needful art thou to make me live; Let the whole earth adore his'grace;

The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine.

THOU

HOU loving Maker of mankind, Before thy throne we pray and weep: Oh strengthen us with grace divine,

Duly this sacred fast to keep.

2 Searcher of hearts! thou dost our ills Discern, and all our weakness know: Again to thee with tears we turn; Again to us thy mercy show.

3 Much have we sinn'd; but we confess Our guilt, and all our faults deplore; Oh, for the praise of thy great name,

Our fainting souls to health restore!
4 And grant us, while by fasts we strive
This mortal body to control,
To fast from all the food of sin,
And so to purify the soul.

5 Hear us, O Trinity thrice blest!
Sole Unity! to thee we cry:
Vouchsafe us from these fasts below
To reap immortal fruit on high.

Needful art thou all grace to give; Needful to guide me, lest I stray; Needful to help me every day. 3 Needful is thy most precious blood; Needful is thy correcting rod; Needful is thy indulgent care; Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. 4 Needful thy presence, dearest Lord; True peace and comfort to afford; Needful thy promise, to impart Fresh life and vigor to my heart. Needful art thou to be my stay Through all life's dark and thorny way; Nor less in death thou 'lt needful be, When I yield up my soul to thee. Needful art thou to raise my dust, In shining glory with the just; Needful when I in heaven appear, To crown and to present me there.

GOD, thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,

A pilgrim in a land unknown,

A thirsty land whose springs are dry. 2 Yet thro' this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on thee, my God;

FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. Thine hand unseen upholds my ways,

I safely tread where thou hast trod. 4 When in the watches of the night, Thee I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself thy love,

Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with thee? 5 Praise with my heart, my mind, my For all thy mercy I will give; [voice, My soul shall still in God rejoice, My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

FARE
AREWELL, ye transitory things,
The wealth of kingdoms and of
kings;

A nobler object far than you,
Appears to my enraptured view:
2 Jesus! in whom all glories meet,
Holy and just, and good and great,
Ever compassionate and kind,
My Saviour, Advocate, and Friend.

3 His blood redeemed my guilty soul,
On him I all my burdens roll;
From him I seek, in him possess, [ness.
Wisdom and strength and righteous-
4 His praise shall all my powers employ,
My present hope, my future joy;
For him I count my gain but loss,
And glory only in his cross.

HEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my God;

HERE
ERE at thy cross, incarnate God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Not all that tyrants think or say,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.

With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.
3 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim;
Hosanna to my Saviour God,
And my best honors to his name.

All the vain things that charm me most, And every labor of his hands

I sacrifice them to his blood.

Shows something worthy of a God.

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