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343 I.

14 Stand up, and bless the Lord,

The Lord your God, adore,
CEASE, my wandering soul,

Stand up and bless his glorious name,

Henceforth for evermore.
All the wide world to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.


2 Behold the ark of God,
Behold the open door;

ET every creature join
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.

Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,

And sound his name abroad. 3 There, safe thou shalt abide, There, sweet shall be thy rest,

12 Thou sun with golden beams,

And moon with paler rays,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,

Shine to your DIaker's praise. 3 He built those worlds above,

And fixed their wondrous frame; 344 II.

By his command they stand or move,

And ever speak his name. TAND up, and bless the Lord,

14 Ye vapors, when ye rise, Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, Ye thunders, murmuring round the

Or fall in showers of snow, [skies, With heart, and soul, and voice.

His power and glory show. 2 Though high above all praise, 15 Wind, hail, and flaming fire, Above all blessing high,

Agree to praise the Lord, Who would not fear his holy name, When ye in dreadful storms conspire And laud, and magnify?

To execute his word. 3 God is our strength and song, 6 By all his works above And his salvation ours;

His honors be expressed; Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, But saints that taste his saving love,

With all our ransomed powers. Should sing his praises best.

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346 II.

13 Within thy churches, Lord,

I long to find my place,
THE Lord, the sovereign King: , Thy power and glory to behold,
all the heavenly world he rules, 4 Since thou hast been my help,

And feel thy quickening grace.
And all beneath the sky.

To thee my spirit flies, 2 Ye angels great in might,

And on thy watchful providence
And swift to do his will,

My cheerful hope relies.
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,

15 The shadow of thy wings Whose pleasure ye fulfil.

My soul in safety keeps; 3 Let the bright hosts who wait

I follow where my Father leads,
The orders of their King, [pray,

And he supports my steps.
And guard his churches when they

Join in the praise they sing. 4 While all his wondrous works 349

Through his vast kingdom show
Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his praises too.

And ways into his hands;
To his sure truth and tender care,

Who earth and heaven commands

2 Who points the clouds their course, FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP.

Whom winds and seas obey;

He shall direct thy wandering feet, 347

He shall prepare thy way.
LIFT my soul to God,

3 On God alone rely;

Then safe shalt thou go on : Let not the foes that seek my blood Fix on his work thy steadfast eye ; Still triumph in my shame.

Then shall thy work be done. 2 From the first dawning light

4 When he makes bare his arm, Till evening shades arise,

What shall his aim withstand? For thy salvation, Lord, I wait, When he will save his friends from With ever-longing eyes.

Who,who shall stay his hand? [harm, 3 Remember all thy grace,

j5 He hears thy softest prayer, And lead me in thy truth :

He girdeth thee with might; Forgive the sins of riper days,

His works the purest blessings are ; And follies of my youth.

His ways, the purest light. 4 The Lord is just and kind, The meek shall learn his ways,

350 And every humble sinner find The methods of his grace.

, 5 For his own goodness' sake

Thy glorious acts to sing, He saves my soul from shame;

To praise thy name, and hear thy word, He pardons, though my guilt be great,

And grateful offerings bring. Through my Redeemer's name. 2 Sweet at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell ; 348

And when approach the shades of

Still on the theme to dwell. [night, MY

3 Sweet, on this day of rest, This joy to call thee mine;

To join in heart and voice And let my early cries prevail With those who love and serve thee To taste thy love divine.

And in thy name rejoice. [best, 2 My thirsty fainting soul

4 To songs of praise and joy, Thy mercy does implore:

Be every Sabbath given, Not travellers in desert lands

That such may be our blest employ Can pant for water more.

Eternally in heaven.

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ST. THOMAS S. M. 351 I.

2 The work, O Lord, is thine,

And wondrous in our eyes:

This day declares it all divine,
To an immortal tune,

This day did Jesus rise.
Let the wide earth resound the deeds 3 This is the glorious day
Celestial grace has done.

That our Redeemer made; 2 Sing how eternal Love

Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray; Its chief Beloved chose,

Let all the church be glad.
And bade him raise our wretched race 4 Hosanna to the King
From their abyss of woes.

Of David's royal blood :

Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring 3 His hand no thunder bears,

Salvation from your God.
Nor terror clothes his brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls

5 We bless thine holy word, To fiercer flames below.

Which all this grace displays;

And offer on thine altar, Lord, 4 'Twas mercy filled the throne,

Our sacrifice of praise.
And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons

To rebels doomed to die. [down, 353 5 Lord, we obey thy call ;

, We lay an humble claim

Let all the nation's fear;
To the salvation thou hast brought, Let sinners tremble at his throne,
And love and praise thy name.

And saints be humble there.
2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,

Let earth adore its Lord; 352 II.

Bright cherubs his attendants stand,

Swift to fulfil his word. EE what a living stone

13 In Zion stands his throne,

His honors are divine; [known, Yet God hath built his church thereon His church shall make his wonders In spite of envious Jews.

For there his glories shine.



4 How holy is his name!

Thy arduous work will not be done How terrible his praise!

Till thou hast got the crown.
Justice, and truth, and judgment join 4 Fight on, my soul, till death
In all his works of grace.

Shall bring thee to thy God;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 354 II.

Up to his blest abode.
LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,


10 his own blood.

I my heart and voice; 2 I love thy church, O God!

O let me not be put to shame, Her walls before thee stand,

Nor let my foes rejoice. Dear as the apple of thine eyc, 2 Thy mercies and thy love, And graven on thy hand.

O Lord, recall to mind; 3 If e'er to bless thy sons,

And graciously continue still, My voice or hands deny,

As thou wast ever, kind. These hands let useful skill forsake, 3 Let all my youthful crimes This voice in silence die.

Be blotted out by thee, 4 If e'er my heart forget

And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, Her welfare or her woe,

In mercy think on me. Let every joy this heart forsake, 4 His mercy and his truth And every grief o'erflow.

The righteous Lord displays, 5 For her my tears shall fall;

In bringing wandering sinners home, For her my prayers ascend:

And teaching them his ways.
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

6 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways;

but little while, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.

Who died that we might live, who

That we with him may reign: 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King,

2 Then, O my Lord, prepare Thy hand from every snare and foe

My soul for that glad day; Shall great deliverance bring.

O wash me in thy precious blood,

And take my sins away! 8 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield, 358
And brighter bliss of heaven.

This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP.

Lie mouldering in the clay? 355

2 God my Redeemer lives,

And often from the skies My

Looks down and watches all my dust, Ten thousand foes arise;

Till he shall bid it rise. And hosts of sins are pressing hard, 3 Arrayed in glorious grace To draw thee from the skies.

Shall these vile bodies shine, 2 O watch, and fight, and pray,

And every shape and every face The battle ne'er give o'er ;

Look heavenly and divine. Renew it boldly every day,

4 These lively hopes we owe And help divine implore.

To Jesus' dying love; 3 Ne'er think the victory won,

We would adore his grace below, Nor once at ease sit down ;

And sing his power above.

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359 1.

4 Who knows the errors of my thoughts?

My God, forgive my secret faults, I What light and joythose cavesatford Accept my poor antempts of praise,

; To souls benighted and distressed ! That I have read thy book of grace, Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, And book of nature, not in vain. Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest.


1. 2 From the discoveries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw: These are my study and delight: O ;

GOD-my gracious God—to thee Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace passed My fainting flesh implores thy grace,

For thee my thirsty soul doth pant! Appears so pleasing to the sight. Within this dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want. 3 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,

2 O to my longing eyes once more And warn me where my danger lies; That view of glorious power restore,

But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, Which thy majestic house displays! That makes my guilty concience clean, Because to me thy wondrous love Converts my soul, subdues my sin, Than life itself does dearer prove,

And gives a free, but large reward. My lips shall always speak thy praise.

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