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 emplov, 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.

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. L.M. 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. C.M.D. 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 :

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

TT is good, when we lay on the pillow
I 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?

Our desires and our wishes, to what did

they tendTo the world we are in, or the world

without end ? 4 Hath the sense of His presence encom

passed us round, Without whom not a sparrow can fall to

the ground? Have our hearts turned to Him with

devotion most true, Or been occupied only with things that we

view ? 5 Have we often reflected how soon we

must go To the mansions of bliss, or the regions

of woe ? Have we felt unto God a repentance

sincere, And in faith to the Saviour of sinners

drawn near? 6 Let us thus with ourselves solemn confer

ence hold, Ere sleep's silken fetters our senses enfold : And forgiveness implore for the sins of

the day, Nor allow them to pass unrepented away.

OH for a thousand tongues to sing

My dear Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of His grace!

2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

'Tis life, and health, and peace.
3 He speaks, and listening to His voice,

New life the dead receive;
The mournful broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe. 4 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,

Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;

And leap, ye lame, for joy.

PRAISE the great God, ye hosts of light,

That round His footstool stand;
Ye sun and moon, that in the height

Are hung by His command.
2 O praise Him, all ye stars that glow ;

Your number He can tell ;
And thou, fair earth, stretch'd out below,

With all who on Thee dwell. 3 Praise Him, ye flowers on earth's green

breast,
And beasts that rove the wild ;
Ye aged, ere ye sink to rest,

Glad youth, and smiling child.
4 We praise Him for our life and breath;

The uncreated Word,
He conquered sin ; He reigns o'er death ;

Ye Christians, praise the Lord.