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39. The Gospel. (Psalm LXXXIX.) c.m. BLEST are the souls that hear and know

The Gospel's joyful sound;
Peace shall attend the path they go,

And light their steps surround.
2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up

Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope,

Nor Satan dares condemn.
3 The Lord, our glory and defence,

Strength and salvation gives :
Israel, thy King for ever reigns,

Thy God for ever lives. 90. Psalm XC.

C.M. THOU, the first, the greatest Friend,

Of all the human race ! Whose strong, right hand has ever been

Their stay and dwelling-place! 2 Before the mountains heaved their heads

Beneath Thy forming hand; Before this pond'rous globe itself

Arose at Thy command : 3 That power which rais’d and still upholds

This universal frame,
From countless, unbeginning time,

Was ever still the same.
4 Those mighty periods of years,

Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before Thy sight,

Than yesterday that's past.

91. The still, small Voice. P.M. HE cometh, He cometh, the Lord passeth

by; The mountains are rending, the tempest

is nigh; The wind is tumultuous, the rocks are

o'ercast; But the Lord of the Prophet is not in the

blast. 2 He cometh, He cometh, the Lord He is

near, The earth it is reeling, all nature's in fear; The earthquake's approaching with terrible

form; But the Lord of Sabbaoth is not in the

storm. 3 He cometh, He cometh, the Lord is in ire; The smoke is ascending, the mount is on

fire ;
O say, is Jehovah revealing His name!

He is near, but Jehovah is not in the flame. 4 He cometh, He cometh, the tempest is o'er, He is come, neither tempest nor storm

shall be more : All nature reposes; earth, ocean, and sky, Are still as the voice that descends from on high.

SECOND PART. 1 How sweet to the soul are the breathings

of peace, When the still voice of pardon bids sorrow

to cease ;

When the welcome of mercy falls soft on

the ear, “Come hither ye laden, ye weary draw

near.” 2 There is rest for the soul that on Jesus

relies ; There's a home for the homeless prepar'd

in the skies ; There's a joy in believing, a hope and a

stay, That the world cannot give, nor the world

take away. 3 O had I the wings of a dove, I would fly And mount on the pinions of faith to the

sky, Where the still and small breathing to

earth that was given, Shall be changed to the anthem and chorus

of heaven.

SEVENS.

92. Psalm XCII.
THOU who art enthron'd above,

Thou by whom we live and move;
Oh! how sweet with joyful tongue
To resound Thy praise in song ;
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All Thy favours to rehearse,

And give thanks in grateful verse. 2 Let the lute and harp combine,

Organs in the chorus join,

Solemn notes of sweetest sound,
Great Jehovah's praise resound,
From Thy works our joys arise,
Oh! Thou only good and wise !
Who Thy wonders can declare?
How profound Thy counsels are !

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Mercy.
A DEBTOR to mercy alone,

Of covenant mercy I sing,
Nor fear with Thy righteousness on,

My person and offerings to bring.
The terrors of law and of God,

With me can have nothing to do ;
My Saviour's obedience and blood

Hide all my transgressions from view. 2 The work which His goodness began,

The arm of His strength will complete ; His promise is yea and amen,

And never was forfeited yet.
Things future, nor things that are near,

Not all things below, or above,
Can make Him His purpose forego,

Or sever my soul from His love. 3 My name from the palms of His hands,

Eternity will not erase ;
Imprest on His heart it remains,

In marks of indelible grace.
Yes, I to the end shall endure,

As sure as the earnest is given,
More happy, but not more secure,

The glorified spirits in heaven.

94. Rev. XIX. 8.

C.M. SAY who are these! array'd in white,

And whence this shining train ? The conqueror's palm, the robe of light

Their righteousness proclaim. 2 Thou know'st, th' enraptur'd soul replies,

As gazing on the throng,
Unnumber'd voices swell the skies

With never-dying song.
3 Their hour of tribulation's past,

Cradled on beds of woe ;
Their nurse was winter's chilly blast.

A world in arms their foe.
4 But now they sing of battles won,

Of garments roll'd in blood,
Of vanquish'd hosts by David's Son,

The bleeding Lamb of God. 5 Of blood that loos’d the captive's chain,

Redeem'd his life, and seal'd
The record of a deathless name,

That lives in heaven reveal’d.

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Psalm XCV.
O COME, loud anthems let us sing,

Loud thanks to our Almighty King; For we our voices high should raise,

When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into His presence let us haste,

To thank Him for His favours past;
To Him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to His name belongs.

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