Hymn 7. C. M. WH THEN all thy mercies, O my God! Transported with the view I'm lost Thy providence my life sustain'd, To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Hymn 8. C. M. WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear? If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear ? But thou hast told my troubl'd mind, Then see the sorrows of my heart, And hear my Saviour's dying groans, For never shall my soul despair Hymn 9. P. M. GOD OD, our strength, to thee we pray; Gracious to our vows attend, Give us not thy wrath to know, Give us, Lord, thy grace to share ; While each heart with joy possest, L% Hymn 10. P. M. O! he comes with clouds descending, Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train: Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign. See mountains levell'd, vallies rise, Behold Jehovah's mighty car, Blazing with eternal flame, Hark! the seraphic songs from far, Chant the great Redeemer's name; Hallelujah! echoes thro' the vaulted frame. See the glorious God descending, Hark! the awful trumpet sounding, "Come to judgment, come away, Hallelujah! come to judgment, come away." "Tis done!—the awful process ended, Hallelujah! hail, all hail, eternal day. TH Hymn 11. P. M. HOU that sitt'st enthron'd above, O how sweet! how excellent! When the morning paints the skies, Decks the spring with flow'rs the field, Lord from thee these blessings flow. Sov'reign Ruler! mighty Lord! FIE Hymn 12. C. M. NIERCE passions tear the troubl'd mind, But peace and calm content we find, E In vain we try by reason's rule To bend the stubborn will; "Tis only in a Saviour's school We learn such heav'nly skill. They, Lord, who sit at thy blest feet, True comfort there are sure to meet, In dangers they shall find thee nigh, No more, then, be our transient days Hymn 13. P. M. ORAISE to God, immortal praise, PRAIS For the love that crowns our days; For the blessings of the field, Flocks that whiten all the plain, |