That ev'ry sabbath I may know,
An antepast of heav'n below,
The rest of saints above!

HYMN 180. L. M.

Fulfilment of God's Promises. Is. lxiii. 7.

RISE, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,

Prepare a sweet angelic song;

Surprising mercies must require
An angel's lay, a seraph's fire.
2 See what the gracious God of heav'n
Hath now to his own Israel giv'n;
No heart can feel, no tongue express,
The wonders of his love and grace.
3 In ev'ry age the Lord was kind,
And to his church reveal'd his mind;
But we enjoy a wond'rous store
Of mercies never known before.

4 The sun of heav'n illumes the soul,
Oceans of mercies sweetly roll;
The heav'nly streams of truth and love
Flow freely from the Fount above.

5 O happy day! we live to see

How kind to men our God can be;
His greatest mercies stand confess'd,
And Zion is divinely bless'd.

6 Thy truth and loving kindness, Lord,
We will with holy songs record;
To us are richest favours giv'n,
And praises shall return to heav'n.

HYMN 181. S. M.

The Lord seen and adored in Creation.

W with all its beauteous frame,

HEN I survey this world,

Its great Creator I adore,
And celebrate his name.

PROUD

2 The boundless whole displays The wonders of the Lord:

3

All nature echoes with his praise,
And be his name ador'd.

The sun in ev'ry beam
Proclaims the God above:
Its ardent rays exhibit him,

Who rules the worlds in love. 4 The lofty stars by night,

The moon with paler glow, In ev'ry twinkling ray of light, Their Maker's honour show.

5 The universal whole

6

Proclaims Jehovah's praise;
And O, that ev'ry living soul
Would songs of honour raise.
The worlds were made in love,
By wisdom all divine ;

And while in praise my tongue can move,
That praise, O Lord, be thine!

HYMN 182. S. M.

GREAT

The Spiritual Sense of the Holy Word revealed.
REAT God, we give thee praise
For all thy wond'rous grace!
Thy kind and condescending ways
To our poor fallen race!

2 Thou hast thy love reveal'd
Beyond what prophets knew;
The holy book of truth unseal'd
To our astonish'd view.

3 We wander now no more

Where sons of darkness lead;
But truth in sacred light explore,
And wonder while we read.

4 The letter of thy word
Before we hardly knew:

PROUD.

And in our awful darkness, Lord,
Deem'd half the world untrue.

5 But now its inward sense

6

Is open'd to the mind;

We learn thine heav'nly doctrines thence,
And living waters find.

Lord, we adore thy name,

For light and truth divine!

From thee the welcome mercies came,

And be the glory thine!

PROUD

HYMN 183. Eight, Eight, and Six Metre.

Universal Praise to the Creator.

E angels, that surround the throne,

Where your Creator's name is known,
Through all the realms above,

Your greatest skill in praising try,
And all your golden harps employ,
To sing creating love.

2 But you the children of his love,
Who have been call'd to mount above,

From sin and sorrow too :

Let angels to your songs give place,
For you can sing redeeming grace,
Your song is always new.

3 And may we not, who still lay here,
With joy and triumph lend an ear,
And humbly try to sing,

Though darkly through a glass we see
Each of us cry, "he dy'd for me,
Adored be my King."

4 But when we take the sacred book,
And at each precious promise look
Of universal grace;

'Tis here the joyful day we view,
When the poor Gentile with the Jew,
Shall see his Saviour's face.

5 Then may all Adam's fallen race,
As fellow heirs of this same grace,
And branches of one vine,
In one eternal song conspire,

To praise the Lamb, our soul's desire,
When all their brethren join.

GOD

HYMN 184. C. M.

Light shining out of Darkness.

OD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storin.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign, will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage
take;
The clouds, you so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

COWPER.

Praise to the Lord for constant Preservation.

There'er I stay or rove,

HOU great all-knowing, present God,

I am surrounded still by thee,
Encircled with thy love.

2 When in the paths of vice I trod,
Nor fear'd thy holy name,
Thou wast my all-supporting God,
Thy hand preserv'd my frame.

3 Still, Lord, thy hand my life defends;
My life I owe to thee;
Thy mercy all my way attends,
Thy love abounds to me.

4 Where'er I am, I am thy care,
Thy dealings all are love;
And thine intention to prepare
My soul for heav'n above.

5 My God, my Saviour, guides me still
In all his righteous ways;

Daily may I perform his will
Each moment live his praise.

HYMN 186. L. M.

The Holy Supper.

PROUD

HAT wonders hath Jehovah wrought,

W How great the price by which we're bought

The all of love and truth divine,

In our redemption sweetly join.

2 The beams of love descend, and bring,
Ten thousand blessings from our King;
While rays of glorious truth and light
Unveil his glories to our sight.

3 Thy love exceeds our highest praise,
And all the songs that angels raise ;
How then shall we attempt to sing
The boundless goodness of our King!