In him let all the nations trust,
For in the Lord we live alone.
5 Who knows but that the Lord will send
His blessings down upon our race;
O trust in Him! he is our friend;
A friend to souls when in distress.
HYMN 114. L. M.
The Sun of Righteousness.
OW bright that sun that makes our day,
How powerful is each quick'ning ray!
To distant lands and worlds unknown
His life-creating beams have flown.
2 The light of Christ is brighter far;
Compar'd with him the sun's a star;
More brilliant are his rays divine,
And with a clearer lustre shine.
3 More dark the regions of the soul
By Christ illum'd, than the north pole,
When Sol's bright face is turn'd away,
And night and cold succeed the day-
4 And colder, too, are our dead hearts,
Till he his warming beams imparts ;
When into love the passions flow,
Like limped streams from ice and snow.
5 No more impartial is the sun
To planets, which around him turn,
Than Christ, whose universal love
Fills earth below, and heaven above.
6 See earth discharg'd from winter's cold;
Soft zephyrs breathe, and buds unfold;
The fields and meadows drest in green;
Sweet birds are heard, and flowers are seen :
7 But greater freedom do we find
When Christ unbars th' imprison'd mind:
And softer graces breathe within,
When grace subdues the power of sin.
8 And more melodious songs are sung,
And sweeter graces too among
The converts to the gospel theme,
Than lilies in the vallies green.
HYMN 115. L. M.
The Power of Darkness.
HEN the blest light of day declines,
And night with murky clouds combines,
The pilgrim oft his way mistakes;
For the wrong road, the right forsakes.
2 The toils of error now come on;
The pilgrim's hope of rest is gone;
Briers and thorns infest the ground,
And beasts of prey are howling round.
3 Grim spectres gleam before his eyes;
Despairing thoughts within him rise;
His useless eye-balls flash and glare,
And fancy sees destruction there.
4 An ignis fatuus, in the glen,
To the lone wand'rer proves a gin ;
He follows the deceptive fire,
And, helpless, sinks in fatal mire.
5 But superstition's darker gloom
Has caus'd our wand'ring hearts to roam
Far from the light of truth divine,
Where love and grace forever shine.
6 And more severe the toils we find-
Far more distress'd, the fearful mind;
And ranker grow the briers of grief,
The thorns of strife and unbelief.
7 And far more horrid is the yell,
That stuns our ears with death and hell;
More frightful spectres too are seen
In error's wild, disorder'd dream.
8 And more deceptive is the fire,
Which false religious views inspire:
And deeper mire is in the glen
Of error, unbelief, and sin.
AY that kind wisdom, whose bright eye
Whose tender mercies never die,-
To my weak heart his favour lend.
2 Give me to feel as Jesus' pray'd,
When on the cross he bleeding hung;
When all his foes their wrath display'd,
And with their spite his bosom stung.
3 Till death he lov'd his foes, and said,
"Father, forgive ;" then groan'd and died;
And, when arisen from the dead, ́
His mercy to their souls apply'd.
4 For such a heart and such a love, Kind Lord, I raise my soul to thee; 0 pour thy spirit from above,
Hallelujah Metre.
A Paraphrase on the XCVIth Psalm.
Your Maker's praises sing;
E realms below the skies,
Let boundless honours rise
To heaven's eternal King.
O, bless his name, whose love extends
Salvation to the world's far ends.
Give glory to the Lord,
Ye kindreds of the earth;
His sovereign power record,
And show his wonders forth,
Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim,
And every heart adores his name.
The Lord unrivall'd reigns;
He spread the heavens abroad ;
His hand the world sustains;
O, fear th' Almighty God!
O, praise and fear th' eternal might,
Which call'd the world from ancient night.
'Tis He the mountains crowns
With forests waving wide;
'Tis He old ocean bounds,
And heaves her roaring tide;
He swells the tempests on the main,
Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain.
Still let the waters roar,
As round the earth they roll;
His praise, forevermore,
They sound, from pole to pole. i 'Tis nature's wild, unconscious song, O'er thousand waves, that floats along.
His praise, ye worlds on high,
Display with all your spheres,
Amid the darksome sky,
When silent night appears.
O, let his works declare his name,
Through all the universal frame.
HILE sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strew the ground; To thee we look, on thee we call,
The Parent and the Lord of all !
2 Thou, who hast stamp'd on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a father's wide embrace
Hast cherish'd all the kindred race:
3 O see with what insatiate rage
Thy sons their impious battles wage;
How spreads destruction like a flood,
And brothers shed their brothers' blood!
4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth:
While righteousness and justice mourn :
And love and pity droop forlorn.
5 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind,
O bid the human tempest cease,
And hush the madd'ning world to peace.
6 With rev'rence may each hostile land
Hear and obey that high command,
Thy son's blest errand from above,
"My creatures, live in mutual love."
HYMN 119. L. M.
Praise ye the Lord.
ING to the Lord a joyful song ;
Till realms remote his acts have known,
And man's whole race his wonders own.
2 Great is the Lord, and great his praise ;
What God like him our fear can raise?
Not such as heathen lands afford,
Created first, and then ador'd..
3 Let every people, every tribe,
Power, glory, strength, to him ascribe;
Yield to his name the honours due;
Oft to his courts your way pursue.
4 Before the beauty of his shrine,
Ye saints, in low prostration join;
Ye natives of each distant shore,
His power revere, his name adore.
HYMN 120. Tens and Elevens Metre.
The God and Father of Christ to be praised.
COME, all ye sons of Adam, and raise
A song unto God; how lovely his praise!
Adore him who reigns in his glory above,
And fills the wide earth with his tokens of love.
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