3 Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom?

4 Be this my great one business hereWith serious industry and fear

Eternal bliss to' ensure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

3 Fain would I know, as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin.

4 Ah, give me, Lord, myself to feel;
My total misery reveal:

Ah, give me, Lord, I still would say,
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray:
My business this, my only care,-
My life, my every breath be prayer.

Omnipotence and immutability.

2 The sea beheld his power, and fled, Disparted by the wondrous rod; Jordan ran backward to its head,

And Sinai felt the' incumbent God;
The mountains skipp'd like frighten'd rams,
The hills leap'd after them as lambs.

3 What ail'd thee, O thou trembling sea?
What horror turn'd the river back?
Was nature's God displeased with thee?
And why should hills or mountains shake?
Ye mountains huge, that skipp'd like rams?
Ye hills, that leap'd as frighten'd lambs?
4 Earth, tremble on, with all thy sons,
In presence of thy awful Lord,
Whose power inverted nature owns,

Her only law his sov'reign word:
He shakes the centre with his rod,
And heaven bows down to Jacob's God.

5 Creation, varied by his hand,
The' omnipotent Jehovah knows;
The sea is turn'd to solid land,

The rock into a fountain flows:

And all things, as they change, proclaim
The Lord eternally the same.

THOU, Lord, on whom I still depend,
Shalt keep me faithful to the end:

I trust thy truth, and love, and power,
Shall save me till my latest hour;
And when I lay this body down,
Reward with an inimortal crown.

2 Jesus, in thy great name I go,
To conquer death, my final foe;
And when I quit this cumbrous clay,
And soar on angels' wings away,
My soul the second death defies,
And reigns eternal in the skies.

3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
What Christ has for his saints prepared,
Who conquer through their Saviour's might,
Who sink into perfection's height,
And trample death beneath their feet,
And gladly die their Lord to meet.

4 Dost thou desire to know or see
What thy mysterious name shall be ?
Contending for thy heavenly home,
Thy latest foe in death o'ercome;-
Till then thou searchest out in vain,
What only conquest can explain.

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CREAT God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, or thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls. .

5 O God our King, whose sov'reign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
And devils at thy presence flee,

Blest is the man that trusts in thee.

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sand days of mirth. Fill with thyself the mighty void; Enlarge my heart to compass thee. 4 The blessing of thy love bestow; For this my cries shall never fail; Wrestling, I will not let thee go,I will not, till my suit prevail.

5 Come, then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home;

Be mindful of thy gracious word

Thou, with thy promised Father, come.

6 Prepare, and then possess my heart:
O take me, seize me from above;
Thee may I love, for God thou art;
Thee may I feel; for God is love!

ARISE, great God! and let thy grace

Shed its glad beams on Jacob's race; Restore the long-lost, scatter'd band, And call them to their native land.

2 Their misery let thy mercy heal;
Their trespass hide, their pardon seal;
O God of Israel! hear our prayer,
And grant them still thy love to share.

3 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove
The sad suspension of thy love?
Lord, shall thy wrath forever burn?
And will thy mercy ne'er return?

4 Thy quick'ning Spirit now impart,
And wake to joy each grateful heart;
While Israel's rescued tribes in thee
Their bliss and full salvation see.

TRURO.

L. M.

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his praise:

2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,-
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.

3 Sing to the Lord! exalt him high,
Who spreads the clouds along the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

4 He makes the grass the hills adorn;
He clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
5 What is the creature's skill or force?
The sprightly man, or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.

6 But saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight:
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
He looks, and loves his image there.

And when its first pure praises rang, The morning stars together sang.

4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, And earth, and sky, a house for thee; But in thy sight our off'ring stands, An humble temple, built with hands.

LORY to Thee, whose powerful word Bids the tempestuous winds arise; Glory to thee, the sov'reign Lord

Of air, and earth, and sea, and skies.

2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,
And seas thine awful will perform:
From them we learn to own thy sway,
And shout to meet the gath'ring storm.

3 What though the floods lift up their voice
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
They cannot damp thy children's joys,
Or shake the soul when God is nigh.
4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,
And back to highest heaven are borne,
Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,
And all the watery world upturn.

5 Roar on, ye waves; our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
In vain to' impair the calm ye try-
The calm in a believer's breast.

6 Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries,
Thou sea, the servant of his will;
Rise, while our God permits thee, rise,
But fall when he shall say,-Be still.