2 When I thy works, O Lord, behold,
In heav'n, and where I've trod;
They all outshine the finest gold,
And shew thee all a God.

3 Give me, O Lord, thy saving grace,
Keep me from sin secure ;
May I the paths of virtue tread,
And make salvation sure.

4 For ev'ry mercy I enjoy,
Give me a thankful heart;
And graciously my thoughts employ,
In thy angelic part.

5 O holy, holy, holy Lord!

Of earth and heav'n above, Thy spirit of peace to me afford, To sing, adore, and love.

HYMN 36.

1 NO songs of triumph now be sung, Cease all your sprightly airs ;

Let sorrow silence ev'ry tongue,
And joy dissolves to tears.

2 See where opprobriously for us,
Our bleeding Saviour's nail'd!
Ah see, while death he suffers thus,
How much our sins prevail'd.

3 Ah! think what agonies he felt,
How vast the weight he bore!

And let your souls in weeping melt.
And bleed at ev'ry pore.

4 If at this sight we don't repent,
What other sight can move?
Ungrateful should we not relent,
And pay such love, with love?
5 If still contrition is forgot,
And we our sins retain;
As far as it concerns our lot,
He yet but dy'd in vain.

HYMN 37.

1 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 warm desires to see my God.
2 O! happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O! 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
Thro' this dark vale of tears,
Till each o'ercome at length,

Till each in heav'n appears:
O glorious seat! thou God, our King,
Shalt thither bring our willing feet.

4 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence; With gifts his hands are fill'd:

We draw our blessings thence:
He shall bestow upon our race
His saving grace, and glory too

5 The Lord his people loves,
His hand no good witholds
From those his heart approves,
From holy, humble souls:
Thrice happy he, O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts alone in thee.

HYMN 38.

1LORD; how merciful art Thou;
Although of sinners we are chief,

Prostrate before thy throne we bow,
In humble hope to find relief.

2 Our Saviour! why should we despair,
Since for the vilest Thou didst die ?
Wilt thou not hear the sinner's prayer?
Wilt thou not hear his secret sigh?

3 Cleanse Thou the thoughts of every heart,
Help us to live to Thee alone;
Thy gracious Spirit now impart,
And take away the heart of stone.

4 Keep us from every evil way;
Preserve us from the sinner's doom:

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Guard and protect us day by day,
And save us from the wrath to come.

5 And when our spirits take their flight,
Oh! guide them to the realms above,
To dwell among thy saints in light,
Where all is joy, and peace, and love.

HYMN 39.

1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind

Nail'd to the shameful tree; How vast the love, that him inclin'd To bleed and die for thee!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend!

The temple's veil in sunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, "Receive my soul," he cries!

See, where he bows his sacred head!

He bows his head and dies.

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,

Was ever love like thine!

HYMN 40.

1 'HERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign:

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 Lo! rising from the swelling flood,
The' eternal hills are seen!

So Canaan's promised land was view'd,
While Jordon roll'd between.

3 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross the narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
Afraid to launch away.

4 Oh! could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy doubts that rise;
And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumined eyes;

5 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordon's waves, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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HYMN 41.

LORD, when we bend before thy throne, – And our confessions pour,

Teach us to feel the sins we own,

And hate what we deplore:

Our broken spirits pitying see;

True penitence impart;

Then let a kindling glance from Thee
Beam hope upon the heart.