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2 The morning beam that wakes the skies

Shall see my matin incense rise ;
The evening seraphs as they rove
Shall catch the notes of joy and love ;
And sullen night, with drowsy ear,

The still repeated anthem hear.
3 Ah! why by passing clouds oppress'd

Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Turn, turn to Him in every pain,
Whom never suppliant sought in vain ;
Thy strength, in life's unruffled day;

Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.
84.
The Angels.

C.M.
REYOND the glittering starry skies,

Far as the eternal hills,
Yon heaven of heavens, with living light,

Our great Redeemer fills.
2 Legions of angels round His throne

In countless armies shine;
At His right hand, with golden harps,

They offer songs divine.
3 In all His toils and conflicts here,

They did His steps attend :
And wond'ring how, and where at last

The scene of love would end. 4 They saw His heart transfixed with wounds,

With love and grief run o'er;
They saw Him break the bars of death,

Which none e'er brake before.
5 And when He burst the gates of death,

Subdued the tyrant's power,
They saw th' illustrious Conqueror rise,

And hail'd the blissful hour.

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WHEN languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,

And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of His love ; Sweet to look upward to the place

Where Jesus pleads above. 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name

In life's fair book set down ; Sweet to look forward, and behold

Eternal joys my own.
4 Sweet to reflect, how grace divine

My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember, that His blood

My debt of suffering paid.
5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand,

Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day,

His Spirit's quickening breath. 8 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end : Sweet on His covenant of grace,

For all things to depend. 7 Sweet in the confidence of faith,

To trust His firm decrees ; Sweet to lie passive in His hands,

And know no will but His.

8 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,

That, when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.

PART II.
1 There shall my disimprison'd soul

Behold Him and adore;
Be with His likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more.
2 Shall see Him wear that very flesh,

On which my guilt was lain,
His love intense, His merit fresh;

As tho' but newly slain. 3 Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear

The trumpet's quick’ning sound,
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,

At His right hand be found.
4 These eyes shall see Him in that day,

The God that died for me;
And all my rising bones shall say,

Lord, who is like to Thee.
6 If such the views which grace unfold,

Weak as it is below;
What raptures must the Church above

In Jesus' presence know.
6 If such the sweetness of the streams,

What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss

Immediately from Thee.
7 Oh! may the unction of these truths

For ever with me stay,
Till, from her sinful cage dismiss’d,
My spirit flies away.

86. Trinity Sunday.

L.M. FATHER of heaven! whose love profound - A ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thy throne we sinners bend ;

To us Thy pard'ning love extend. 2 Almighty Son! Incarnate word !

Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend ;

To us Thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath

The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend ;

To us Thy quick’ning power extend. 4 Jehovah ! Father! Spirit! Son !

Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Before Thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, mercy, peace, to us extend.
5 Extol the name of God Most High!

Extol Him, all beneath the sky;
Extol Him, all ye heav'nly Host,

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 87. Zion, or the City of God. 8,7.

(Psalm LXXXVII.) GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God!
He, whose word cannot be broken,

Form’d thee for His own abode ;
On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters

Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove :
Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t'assuage ?
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails from age to age. 3 Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood !
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God :
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,

All his boasted pomp and show :
Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Zion's children know. 88. Praise.

C.M.
COME let us praise the name of God

Who spread the lofty skies ;
And to the firmament above

Uplift our wond'ring eyes.
2 Slow floating in the blue expanse,

The watery clouds we view; Whence fruitfulshowers, at God's command,

The thirsty soil bedew.
3 How fair a type of God's free grace,

Which to our souls is given :
It drops into the inner man

Like gentle dews from heaven.
4 To God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Holy Ghost,
All glory be from saints on earth,

And from the angel-host.

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