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2 Oh, may we bonour and obey :
Uphold her right, and love her sway :
Are ministers ordained by Thee.
To all her counsels give success :
Thou givest wisdom to our Queen.
And earthly kingdoms fade away ;
A crown of immortality. 139. Psalm CXXXIX. THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down ;
Known long before conceiv’d by me. 2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways:
On every side I find Thy hand.
'Tis there Thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; If down to hell's infernal plains,
There Thine almighty vengeance reigns. 4 Or should I try to shun Thy sight,
Beneath the sable wings of night ;
Would kindle darkness into day. 5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from Thy all-searching eyes :
Where can I, Lord, Thy Spirit shun,
Or whither from Thy presence run.
Gave to our world below ;
And more than mortal woe!
By each temptation tried ; Who lived to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died.
In dangerous wealth we dwell ;
And lowly cottage cell ! 4 If prest by poverty severe,
In envious want we pine,
How poor a lot was Thine !
From sin preserve us free !
May we rejoice with Thee. 141. Tenth Sunday after Trinity. C.M.D. JERUSALEM! Jerusalem !
Enthroned once on high,
Thou heaven below the sky !
A curse and grief to see;
Jerusalem! Jerusalem !
Our tears shall flow for thee. 2 Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace,
And flock'd beneath the wing
Thine own anointed King!
Thy time of mercy spent;
And strange their punishment. 3 Oh! gaze not idly on their fall,
But sinner, warned be ;
May send His wrath on thee.
Thy noon is in its prime;
In this accepted time. 142. Praise for Benefits of the Year. L.M.
(Psalm LXV.) ETERNAL Source of every joy;
Praise shall our hearts and lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole ; The sun is taught by Thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise ;
4 Here in Thy house shall incense rise,
As circling sabbaths cheer our eyes ;
Where days and years revolve no more. 143. Gal. VI. 14. WE sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross ; The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscrib'd
the cross we see,
He brings us mercy from above.
It holds the fainting spirit up;
And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
And gilds the bed of death with light : 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love; The sinner's refuge here below,
The angel's theme in heaven above. 144. Matt. VI. 24–34. FATHER, 'tis Thine each day to yield
Our wants a fresh supply :
And hear'st the ravens cry :
Thy love in all Thy works we see ;
Thy promise, Lord, we plead :
Who knowest all our need.
Nor cares our bosom fill :
That we may do Thy will :
Our faith and hope increase;
Contentment, joy, and peace. 145. Reflections on retiring to rest. 12's IT is good, when we lay on the pillow
our head, And the silence of night all around us is
spread, To reflect on the deeds we have done thro'
the day, Nor allow it to pass without profit away. 2 A day—what a trifle! and yet the amount Of the days we have pass'd form an awful
account: And the time may arrive when the world
we would give, Were it ours, might we have but another
to live. 3 In whose service have we thro' the day
been employed, And what are the pleasures we mostly