2 O happy the choirs,

Who praise thee above!
What joy tunes their lyres !

Their worship is love :
Yet safe in thy keeping,

And happy they be,
In this world of weeping,

Whose strength is in thee!
3 Though rugged their way,

They drink, as they go,
Of springs that convey

New life as they flow :
The God they rely on,

Their strength shall renew,
Till each brought to Zion,

His glory shall view. 105

Lamentations iii, 24. (c. m.) 1 FROM day to day while others roam,

And search in vain for bliss ;
My soul is satisfied at home;

The Lord my portion is.
2 Jesus, who on a glorious throne

Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea, Is pleas'd to claim me for his own,

And give himself to me.
3 His person fixes all my love,

His blood removes my fear;
And while he pleads for me above,

His arm preserves me here.

4 His word of promise is my food,

His Spirit is my guide;
Thus daily are my hopes renew'd,

And all my wants supplied.
5 For him I count as gain each loss,

Disgrace for him renown:
Well may I glory in his cross,

While he prepares my crown!

1 WHEN gath’ring clouds around I view,

And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way;
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do ;
Still he, who felt temptation's power,

Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 When anxious thoughts within me rise,

And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies,
Then he, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The bitter anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

4 And oh! when I have safely passid

Through every conflict but the last, Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside My dying bed, for thou hast died : Then point to realms of cloudless day,

And wipe the latest tear away. 107 Hebrews xi, 13—16. (L. M. 6's.) 1 STRANGERS and pilgrims here below,

As all our fathers in their day,
We to a land of promise go;
Lord, by thine own appointed way,
Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,

In cloud by day, in fire by night!
2 Thy righteous laws to us proclaim,

But not from Sinai's top alone;
Hid in the rock-cleft, be thy name,
Thy pow'r and all thy goodness shown,
And may we never bow the knee,

Or worship any God but thee!
3 When we have number'd all our years,

And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Though the flesh fail with human fears,
O let not then the Spirit shrink;
But strong in faith, in hope, and love,
Plunge through the stream, to rise above.

Psalm cxli, 2. (P. M.) 1 ERE yet the evening star, with silver ray,

Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day, Let us resume, with thankful hearts again, The rites that heav'n and holiness ordain.

2 Still let those precious truths our thoughts

engage, Which shine reveal'd on revelation's page ; Nor those bless'd hours in vanity be pass'd,

Which all who lavish, will lament at last. 3 O God, our Saviour, in our hearts abide,

Thy blood redeems us and thy precepts guide:
In life our Guardian and in death our Friend,

Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. 4 And as yon sun descending rolls away,

To rise in glory at return of day,
So may we set, our transient being o'er,
To rise in glory on the eternal shore !

109 Luke xxii, 19. (c. m.)
1 IF human kindness meets return,

And owns the grateful tie ;
If tender thoughts within us burn,

To feel a friend is nigh:
2 O! shall not warmer accents tell

The gratitude we owe
To him who died, our fears to quell,

Our more than orphan's woe!
3 While yet his anguish'd soul survey'd

Those pangs he would not flee; What love his latest words display'd,

"Meet and remember me!'

4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame,

Our sinful hearts to share!
O mem’ry, leave no other name

But his, recorded there ! 110 Mark iv, 40. (7's.) 1 SPAR’D through grace another year,

Good it is to praise the Lord ; Good to meet our Saviour here ;

Good his mercies to record.
2 Foes we have, unseen and seen,

Foes too strong for us to meet ;
But the Lord our strength has been,

And our foes have found defeat. 3 Then he seem'd to ask us why,

When the foe appear'd in view, We should fear, and he so nigh,

We should doubt, and he so true? 4 Saviour, all our sins forgive,

Make us what we ought to be ;
Let us by thy mercy live,

And in heav'n thy glory see.

Psalm lxii, 11. (c. m.)

PART 1.
1 THE Lord our God is full of might,

The winds obey his will ;
He speaks and in his heav'nly height,

The rolling sun stands still.