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2 Oh, may we bonour and obey :

Uphold her right, and love her sway :
Rememb'ring that the powers that be,

Are ministers ordained by Thee.
3 By her this favour'd nation bless :

To all her counsels give success :
In peace and war may it be seen,

Thou givest wisdom to our Queen.
4 And oh! when earthly thrones decay,

And earthly kingdoms fade away ;
Grant her a throne in worlds on high,

A crown of immortality. 139. Psalm CXXXIX. THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known

My rising up and lying down ;
My secret thoughts are known to Thee,

Known long before conceiv’d by me. 2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,

My public haunts and private ways:
Surrounded by Thy power, I stand ;

On every side I find Thy hand.
3 If up to heaven I take my flight,

'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 ;
One glance from Thee, one piercing ray,

Would kindle darkness into day. 5 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from Thy all-searching eyes :

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Where can I, Lord, Thy Spirit shun,

Or whither from Thy presence run.
140. Christmas Day.
O SAVIOUR whom this holy mom

Gave to our world below ;
To mortal want and labour born,

And more than mortal woe!
2 Incarnate Word! by every grief,

By each temptation tried ; Who lived to yield our ills relief,

And to redeem us died.
3 If gaily cloth’d, and proudly fed,

In dangerous wealth we dwell ;
Remind us of Thy manger bed,

And lowly cottage cell ! 4 If prest by poverty severe,

In envious want we pine,
Oh! may Thy Spirit whisper near,

How poor a lot was Thine !
5 Through fickle fortune's various scene

From sin preserve us free !
Like us, Thou hast a mourner been ;

May we rejoice with Thee. 141. Tenth Sunday after Trinity. C.M.D. JERUSALEM! Jerusalem !

Enthroned once on high,
Thou favour'd home of God on earth,

Thou heaven below the sky !
Now brought to bondage with thy sons,

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
Of Him who call’d thee lovingly,

Thine own anointed King!
But now thy day is sunk in night,

Thy time of mercy spent;
For heavy was Thy children's crime,

And strange their punishment. 3 Oh! gaze not idly on their fall,

But sinner, warned be ;
Who spared not His chosen seed,

May send His wrath on thee.
Their day of grace is sunk in night,

Thy noon is in its prime;
O turn and seek thy Saviour's face

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 ;
O be the cheerful homage paid
With op'ning light, and evening shade.

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4 Here in Thy house shall incense rise,

As circling sabbaths cheer our eyes ;
Till to those brighter courts we soar,

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

upon

the cross we see,
In shining letters, “God is Love;"
He bears our sins upon the tree,

He brings us mercy from above.
3 THE Cross! it takes our guilt away,

It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,

And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It taketh terror from the grave,

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 :
Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field,

And hear'st the ravens cry :

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Thy love in all Thy works we see ;

Thy promise, Lord, we plead :
And humbly cast our care on Thee,

Who knowest all our need.
2 Let not the world engage our love,

Nor cares our bosom fill :
But fix our hearts on things above,

That we may do Thy will :
The comfort of Thy light bestow;

Our faith and hope increase;
And let us in Thy presence know

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

enjoyed?

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