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Grief is almost turn'd to gladness,

By the sound of sabbath bells. 3 Day of rest! with what emotion

Doth the lone heart turn to Thee !
Child of toil! with what devotion

Should'st thou bend to Deity! 4 Let thoughts of Christ thy faith inspire,

When thou kneel'st to heaven in pray'r: Ask whate'er thy wants require,

Ask it humbly, God is there. 116. Part of Psalm LXXII. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

Does his successive journeys run ;
His kingdoms stretch from shore to shore,

Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on His love with sweetest song ;
And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on His name.
3 Where He displays His healing power,

Death and the curse are known no more ;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings than their father lost. 4 Let ev'ry creature rise, and bring

Peculiar honours to our King ;
Angels descend with songs again,

And earth repeat the loud Amen.
117. The Mercy Seat.
FROM every stormy wind that blows,

From ev'ry swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat ;
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.



2 There is a place where Jesus sheds

The oil of gladness on our heads :
A place than all beside more sweet ;

It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.
3 There is a spot where spirits blend,

And friend holds fellowship with friend :
Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet

Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,

And time and sense seem all no more ;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,

And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 118. Psalm CXVIII. SOVEREIGN ofworlds, display Thy power,

Be this Thy Zion's favour'd hour;
Bid the bright Morning Star arise

And point the nations to the skies. 2 Set up Thy throne where Satan reigns ;

On Afric's shores, on India's plains ;
On wilds and continents unknown ;

And make the universe Thine own. 3 Go, messengers of Christ, proclaim

Salvation thro' Emmanuel's name ;
To India's clime the tidings bear,

And plant the rose of Sharon there. 119. Psalm CXIX. OH that the Lord would guide my ways,

To keep His statutes still !
Oh that my God would grant me grace

To know and do His will !


2 O send Thy spirit down, to write

Thy law upon my heart !
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off mine eyes ;

Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desire, arise

Within this soul of mine.
4 Order my footsteps by Thy word,

And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in Thy commands ;

'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,

Offend against my God. 120. Sense of God's Omnipresence. L.M. WHERE'ER I am, whate'er I see,

Eternal Lord is full of Thee. I feel Thee in the gloom of night,

I view Thee in the morning light:
2 When care disturbs my anxious soul,

Thy grace can every thought control;
Thy word can still the troubled heart,

Can peace and confidence impart.
3 Thy wisdom guides, Thy will directs;

Thy arm upholds, Thy power protects : With Thee when I at dawn converse,

The shadows sink, the clouds disperse. 4 Thou as the sun illumes the skies,

O Sun of Righteousness, arise ;

Dispel the fogs of mental night,

Being of beings, Light of light. 121. The Light of His People. 8,7. LIGHT of those, whose dreary dwelling

Borders on the shades of death ;
Jesus, now Thy love revealing,

Scatter every cloud beneath :
Still we wait for Thine appearing,

Life and joy Thy beams impart:
Chasing all our doubts, and cheering

Every meek and contrite heart. 2 Show Thy power in ev'ry nation,

O Thou Prince of peace and love;
Give the knowledge of salvation,

Fix our hearts on Things above:
By Thine all-sufficient merit

Every burden'd soul release;
By the influence of Thy Spirit

Guide, O guide us, into peace. 122. Psalm CXXII. How did my heart rejoice to hear

My friends devoutly say, - In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day!"
2 I love her gates, I love the road ;

The church adorn'd with grace
Stands like a palace built for God,

To shew His milder face.
3 Up to her courts with joys unknown

The holy tribes repair ;


The Son of David holds His throne,

And sits in judgment there.
4 Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy a constant guest !
With holy gifts and heavenly grace

Be her attendants blest!
5 My soul shall pray for Zion still,

While life or breath remains ;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,

There God my Saviour reigns.


123. The Defeat of Sisera. STRIKE! strike the loud harp to the

praise of the Lord, And on cymbals of gladness His glory

record! Exult! for the sceptre of Jabin is broke, And Israel is freed from the Canaanite's

yoke. 2 The mother of Sisera looks out on high, From the halls of her palace, for evening

is nigh: And the wine-cup is brimmed, and the

bright torches burnAnd the banquet is piled for the chieftain's

return. 3 She cries to her maidens, “Why comes not

my son ?

Is the combat not o'er, and the battle not

won ? The steeds of Canaan are many and strong, Why tarry the wheels of his chariot so


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