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Our desires and our wishes, to what did

they tend To 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.


146. Adoring Christ.
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 0 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.

148. Psalm CXLVIII. 8,7. PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore

Praise Him angels in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him;

Praise Him, all ye stars and light.
Praise the Lord ! for He hath spoken,

Worlds His mighty voice obey'd,
Laws, that never shall be broken,

For their guidance He hath made. 2 Praise the Lord ! for He is glorious,

Never shall His promise fail :
God hath made His saints victorious,

Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation ;

Hosts on high, His power proclaim ; Heav'n and earth, and all creation,

Laud and magnify His name. 149. Song of the Angels at Bethlehem. 8,7. HARK! what mean those holy voices

Sweetly sounding thro' the skies? Lo, th' angelic host rejoices :

Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story

Which they chaunt in hymns of joy ; Glory, in the highest glory!

Glory be to God Most High! 3 Peace on earth, good will from heaven,

Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeem'd, and sins forgiven,

Loud our golden harps shall sound.

4 Christ is born, the great anointed,

Heaven and earth His praises sing !
O receive whom God appointed

For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore Him ;

Learn His name and taste His joy;
Till in heaven ye sing before Him,

Glory be to God Most High. 6 Let us learn the wondrous story

Of our great Redeemer's birth ;
Spread the brightness of His glory,

'Till it cover all the earth.


150. Missionary Labours.
HAVE we not heard the joyful sound ?

Have we the only Saviour found ?
And shall we not to all proclaim

His boundless grace, His mighty name? 2 Hath God to us His glory shewn,

Oh, not for merits of our own ;
And shall not love constrain our heart

This blessed knowledge to impart. 3 O Saviour, who for all hast died !

Be Thou our teacher, help, and guide;
Inflame our hearts with Christian love,

And bless our labours from above. 4 Send forth Thy light, display Thy power :

Let all confess, let all adore ;
In every land Thy word be sown,
By ev'ry soul Thy truth be known.


151. Providence. HOW wondrous is God in His dealings

with men, When He speaks to the conscience

within ; In what numberless ways He compels us

to praise, Or convinces the sinner of sin : Sometimes in a whisper that wins us away

From sins that our lives would deform, He melts in His plan, the proud hard

heart of man, Or breaks it in twain with a storm. 2 Sometimes by His word, or the death of a

friend; By a dream in the lone midnight hour; By a providence kind, or a glance of the

mind; By the sunshine, the shade, or the shower: Sometimes, on a sudden, He darts thro'

the soul, And smites the proud spirit with fears; While with other's He bides, and with

tenderness guides

Their feet through a number of years. 3 Whate'er be the way, 'tis His Spirit that

speaks Of righteousness, judgment, and sin; 'Till we feel ourselves weak, and then

eagerly seek For strength that we have not within. Then trembling, despairing of all we can do,

We hasten to Christ and His word ;

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