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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
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.
My dear Redeemer's praise,
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.
New life the dead receive ;
The humble poor believe. 4 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
PRAISE the great God, ye hosts of light,
That round His footstool stand ;
Are hung by His command.
Your number He can tell ;
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, all ye stars and light.
Worlds His mighty voice obey'd,
For their guidance He hath made. 2 Praise the Lord ! for He is glorious,
Never shall His promise fail :
Sin and death shall not prevail.
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 !
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore Him ;
Learn His name and taste His joy;
Glory be to God Most High. 6 Let us learn the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer's birth ;
'Till it cover all the earth.
150. Missionary Labours.
Have we the only Saviour found ?
His boundless grace, His mighty name? 2 Hath God to us His glory shewn,
Oh, not for merits of our own ;
This blessed knowledge to impart. 3 O Saviour, who for all hast died !
Be Thou our teacher, help, and guide;
And bless our labours from above. 4 Send forth Thy light, display Thy power :
Let all confess, let all adore ;
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
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 ;