171 Hymn.

1

L. M.

LORD, how mysterious are thy ways!

How blind are we, how weak our praise! Thy steps no mortal eyes explore:

'Tis ours to wonder and adore.

2 Great God! I would not ask to see
What future lot belongs to me;
If light and bliss attend my days,
Then shall my life be spent in praise.

3 If darkness and distress I share, Then let me trust thy guardian care; Enough for me, that love divine

At length through ev'ry cloud shall shine.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my pray'r,
To thee lift up mine eye.

2 Oft to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

3 Oh! may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face!

4 All they who love and fear thy Name
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd:
The mighty God will 'compass them
With favour as a shield.

1 LORD, look on all assembled here,
Who in thy presence stand,

To plead with thee in humble pray'r
For this our guilty land.

2 Oh! may we all, with one consent,
Our nation's sins confess;

And with still deeper shame lament
Our own unrighteousness.

3 Whatever, Lord, our doom may be,
Accept us in thy Son;

May we thy pard'ning mercy see,
And then, thy will be done.

174 Hymn.

1

L. M.

ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this thy house, on this thy day; Accept, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy temple rise.

2 We meet to pray, and bless thy Name;
Thy mercies flow each day the same;
Thy kind compassions never cease;
Grant us instruction, pardon, peace.

3 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above:
Oh! that we may at length attain
That rest from sorrow, sin, and pain!

LORD of the worlds above!

How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,

Thy earthly temples are!
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warin desires to see my God.

2 Oh! happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!
Oh! happy men that pay

Their constant service there!
They praise thee still; and happy they
That love the way to Sion's hill!

3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heav'n appears.

Oh! glorious seat, when God our King
Shall thither bring our willing feet!

1 LORD, that I may learn of thee,
Give me true simplicity;

Seeking more of thee to know,
Wean'd from all things here below.

2 Let me freely cast aside

All that nourishes my pride;
Teach me ever to submit,
Sitting meekly at thy feet.

3 Saviour, I would rest on thee,
Lowly as a child would be;
Seeing only in thy light,
Walking only in thy might.

4 Let my treasure be thy love;
Let thy cross my glory prove:
While my soul on thee I stay,
None can take my hope away.

1 LORD, we believe a rest remains,
To all thy people known;

A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art lov'd alone:

2 A rest where all our soul's desire
Is fix'd on things above;
Where fear and sin and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.

3 Remove this hardness from each heart,
This unbelief remove;

To us the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.

178 Hymn.

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'L

7's.

ORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow:

Oh! do not our suit disdain;
Shall we plead thy love in vain?

2 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.

3 Send some message from thy word,
Which may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart

Thy salvation to each heart.

4 Comfort those that weep and mourn,
Bid the time of joy return;
Heal the sick, the captive free:
Let us all rejoice in thee.

1 LORD, we confess our num'rous faults;
How great our guilt has been!

Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.

2 But, O my soul! for ever praise,
For ever love his Name,

Who turns thy feet from dang'rous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.

3 'Tis not by works of righteousness,
Which our own hands have done;
But we are sav'd by sov'reign grace,
Abounding through his Son.

4 "Tis from the mercy of our God
That all our hopes begin;

'Tis by the Saviour's precious blood
Our souls are wash'd from sin.

5 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew;
And, justified by grace,

We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.

LORD, when my thoughts delighted rove,
Amid the wonders of thy love;

The sight revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.