CLXX.

"Into thy hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth." Psalm xxxi. 5.

1 God of my life! thy boundless grace, Chose, pardoned, and adopted me; My rest, my home, my dwelling-place! Father! I come to thee.

2 Jesus, my hope, my rock, my shield! Whose precious blood was shed for me, Into thy hands my soul I yield;

Saviour! I come to thee.

3 Spirit of glory and of God!

Long hast thou deigned my guide to be; Now be thy comfort sweet bestowed! My God! I come to thee.

4 I come to join that countless host, Who praise thy name unceasingly ; Blest Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

My God! I come to thee.

CLXXI

and our Lord Jesus

And the Lord make

"Now God himself, and our Father, Christ, direct our way unto you. you to increase and abound in love toward one another, and toward all men. To the end he may establish your hearts unblameable in holiness before God, even our Father, at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ with all his saints."-1 Thess. iii. 11-13.

1 I give immortal praise

To God the Father's love,
For all my comforts here,
And better hopes above.
He sent his own eternal Son
To die for sins that man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,

Who bought us with his blood,

From everlasting woe.

And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit's name,
Immortal worship give ;
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live.

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His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.

CLXXII.

1 Salvation! O the joyful sound,
What pleasure to our ears

A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! let the echo fly,

The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb;
To thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

CHORUS.

Glory, honour, praise and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever:
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer !

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

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SUPPLEMENTARY HYMNS

ADAPTED TO PARTICULAR OCCASIONS.

I.

SUNDAY HYMN, IN SOLitude.

1 Let me put on my fair attire,

My heavenly" robes of richest dress," And tune my consecrated lyre,

Lord of the Sabbath! Thee to bless.

2 Oh, may no spot of sin, to-day,

My raiment," clean and white," defile! And while I tune my heart-felt lay, Bend down on me thy gracious smile.

3 Let holy feelings, heavenly themes, Raise, and refresh, and fill my mind! And earth's low vanities and schemes,

Nor place nor entertainment find!

4 The looks, the thoughts, the sweet employ
Of saints, whose treasure is above,
Be mine to-day-their zeal, their joy,
Their peace, and purity, and love,

5 My spirit may with theirs unite,

My humble notes with theirs may blend, Though still denied the pure delight,. Thy sacred courts with them to attend.

6"The faith and patience of the saints," These I may exercise each hour; When, weak with pain, the body faints, I best may manifest their power.

7 Oh, Saviour! with completion crown
Desires thou wakenest not in vain ;
Stoop to thy lowly temple down:
Bring all these graces in thy train.

8 This is thy day of bounty, Lord!
I ask no small, no stinted boon,
But showers, rich showers of blessing,
poured

On me, though worthless and alone.