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5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away :
Dies at the op’ning day.
Our hope for years to come,
0-8's. God our guardian. 1 HE, THAT has God his guardian made, Shall under the Almighty's shade
Secure and undisturb'd abide : Thus to my soul of Him I'll sayHe is my fortress and my stay,
My God, in whom I will confide. 2 His tender love and watchful care Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence : He over thee his wings shall spread, And cover thy unguarded head ;
His truth shall be thy strong defence.
And suft'ring saints on earth adore,
When time itself shall be no more.
L. M. Sabbath. 1 SWEET is the work, O God, our King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing,
And tell of all thy truth by night! 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No earthly care shall seize our breast;
Like David's harp of solemn sound !
And bless thy works, and bless thy word ;
How deep thy counsels ! how divine !
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
2 How surely stablish'd is thy throne, Which shall no change or period see! For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.
And toss the troubled waves on high;
And make the angry sea comply. 4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure;
And they, that in thy house would dwell,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King ;
To thank Him for his favours past,
The praise that to his name belongs.
Is with unrivall’d glory great;
4 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same soy'reign right is his :
That form’d and fix'd the solid land.
And bow with adoration there :
Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue;
A new and nobler song.
God's own Almighty Son :
And grace surrounds his throne..
Joy through the earth be seen ;
And fields in cheerful green.
The iskands of the sea :
Prepare the Lord his way.]
2 Jesus the Saviour reigns ;
Let earth adore its Lord ;
Swift to fulfil his word. 3 In Zion is his throne;
His honours are divine; His church shall make his wonders known,
For there his glories shine. 4 How holy is his name!
How terrible his praise !
In all his works of grace.
To God their cheerful voices raise ;
And sing before Him songs of praise. 2 Convinc'd that He is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed :
The flock that He vouchsafes to feed. 3 () enter then his temple gate,
Thence to his courts devoutly press,