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FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 347

LIFT my soul to God,

Let not the foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.

2 From the first dawning light
Till evening shades arise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever-longing eyes.
3 Remember all thy grace,

And lead me in thy truth:
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
4 The Lord is just and kind,

The meek shall learn his ways,
And every humble sinner find
The methods of his grace.

5 For his own goodness' sake

He saves my soul from shame;

He pardons, though my guilt be great,
Through my Redeemer's name.

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M This joy to call thee mine;

Y God, permit my tongue

And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul

Thy mercy does implore: Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more.

3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place,
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.
4 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
5 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

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

Who earth and heaven commands-
2 Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.

3 On God alone rely;

Then safe shalt thou go on:
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye;
Then shall thy work be done.

4 When he makes bare his arm,
What shall his aim withstand?
When he will save his friends from
Who,who shall stay his hand? [harm,
15 He hears thy softest prayer,

He girdeth thee with might;
His works the purest blessings are;
His ways, the purest light.

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SWEET is the work, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,

To praise thy name, and hear thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell;

And when approach the shades of
Still on the theme to dwell. [night,

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice

With those who love and serve thee
And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy,
Be every Sabbath given,

That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven,

ST. THOMAS. S. M.

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I.

RAISE your triumphant songs

To an tune,

Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.

2 Sing how eternal Love

Its chief Beloved chose,

2 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes:
This day declares it all divine,
This day did Jesus rise.

3 This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made;

Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray;
Let all the church be glad.

And bade him raise our wretched race 4 Hosanna to the King

From their abyss of woes.

3 His hand no thunder bears,

Nor terror clothes his brow;

No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

4 'Twas mercy filled the throne,
And wrath stood silent by,

When Christ was sent with pardons
To rebels doomed to die.

5 Lord, we obey thy call;

We lay an humble claim

Of David's royal blood:

Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring
Salvation from your God.

5 We bless thine holy word,

Which all this grace displays;
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.

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To the salvation thou hast brought,
And love and praise thy name.

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4 How holy is his name! How terrible his praise!

Thy arduous work will not be done
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.

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The church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand.

3 If e'er to bless thy sons,

My voice or hands deny,

These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.

4 If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare or her woe,

Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.

5 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend:

To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

6 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways;

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

7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,

Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.

8 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

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Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to his blest abode.

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TO God, in whom I trust,

I lift my heart and voice;
O let me not be put to shame,
Nor let my foes rejoice.
2 Thy mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As thou wast ever, kind.

3 Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee,

And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake,
In mercy think on me.

4 His mercy and his truth

The righteous Lord displays,

In bringing wandering sinners home,
And teaching them his ways.

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"TIS but a little while,

And he shall come again, [lives Who died that we might live, who That we with him may reign:

2 Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that glad day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

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ND must this body die,

Austral frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay?

2 God my Redeemer lives,

And often from the skies

Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

3 Arrayed in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape and every face
Look heavenly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

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I LOVE the volume of thy word;
What light and joythose leaves afford
To souls benighted and distressed !
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

2 From the discoveries of thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw:
These are my study and delight:
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the furnace passed
Appears so pleasing to the sight.

8 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,

And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty concience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin,

And gives a free, but large reward.

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