HEE will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock,my tower, my high defence; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
For I have found salvation thence.
2 Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
3 Temptations fled at his rebuke,—
The blast of his almighty breath:
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the deeps of death.
4 My song forever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to his mercy and his power.
OW to the Lord that makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.
2 'Twas he that cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in his richest blood; 'Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God.
13 To Jesus our atoning Priest,
To Jesus our exalted King,
Be everlasting power confessed,
And every tongue his glory sing.
Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move; Tho' with our sins we pierced him once, Still he displays his pardoning love.
J'oreal Rock of my secure abode;
CST are thy ways,and true thy word,
Who is a God beside the Lord?
Or where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,
Give me his holy sword to wield;
And, while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for my shield.
3 He lives, and blessings crown his reign, The God of my salvation lives: The dark designs of hell are vain, While heavenly peace my Father gives. 4 Before the scoffers of the age, I will exalt my Father's name; Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
To David and his royal seed
Thy grace forever shall extend:
Thy love to saints, in Christ their head
Knows not a limit, nor an end.
II. 12 ORD,when thou didst ascend on high
Those heavenly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots that attend thy state.
2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear,
More glorious when the Lord was
there;
While he pronounced his holy law,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe.
3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious powers of hell,
That thousand souls had captive made,
Were all in chains, like captives, led.
4 Raised by his Father to the throne,
He sent his promised Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.
2 With him I daily love to walk;
Of him my soul delights to talk;
On him I cast my every care;
Like him, one day, I shall appear.
3 Bless him, my soul, from day to day,
Trust him to lead thee on thy way;
Give him thy poor, weak, sinful heart;
With him, Ŏ never, never part.
My days unclouded as they pass,
And every gentle, rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and power.
And yet this thoughtless, wretched
heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful, can from thee depart,
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove.
Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus; his dear name alone
plead for pardon, gracious God!
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
Let this blest hope mine eyelids close,
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
For Children Only.
E are but young-yet we may sing
The praises of our heavenly King;
He made the earth, the sea, the sky,
And all the starry worlds on high.
We are but young--we need a guide;
Jesus, in thee we would confide;
O lead us in the path of truth,
Protect and bless our helpless youth.
We are but young-yet God has shed
Unnumbered blessings on our head;
Then let our youth and riper days
Be all devoted to his praise.
How mildly beam the closing eyes,
OW blest the righteous when he dies;
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How gently heaves the expiring breast;
2 So fades a summer cloud away,
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
4 Take him for strength and righteous-So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around,
Make him thy refuge in distress;
Love him, above all earthly joy,
And him in every thing employ.
5 Praise him in cheerful, grateful songs;|
To him your highest praise belongs;
Bless him who does your heaven pre-4
And makes you meet his joy to share.
REAT God! to thee my evening song
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.
A calm which life nor death destroys;
Nothing disturbs that peace profound,
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.
Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate
dwell;
[pears,
How bright the unchanging morn ap-
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell]
Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
"How blest the righteous when he
And there, as strong as his decrees, He sets his kindest promises.
ERE the blue heavens were stretched 3 Firm are the words his prophets give,
From everlasting was the Word; With God he was; the Word was God,.
And must divinely be adored.
2 By his own power were all things made;
By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's head,
And angels fly at his command.
3 But lo! he leaves those heavenly forms,
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may converse hold with worms,
Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.
4 Mortals with joy beheld his face,
The eternal Father's only Son:
How full of truth, how full of grace,
The brightness of the Godhead shone!
5 The angels leave their high abode,
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.
Sweet words, on which his children live;
Each of them is the voice of God, Who spoke,and spread the skies abroad. 4 Each of them powerful as that sound, That bid the new-made world go round,
And stronger than the solid poles, On which the wheel of nature rolls.
He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies.
2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And still our
15 There from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.
Behold Jacob's God is stund has wrought, A Thy daily stage of duty run:
What desolations he has made!
3 Be still, and learn that he is God,
He reigns exalted o'er the lands;
He will be known and feared abroad,
But still his throne in Zion stands.
4 O Lord of hosts, almighty King,
While we so near thy presence dwell,
Our faith shall sit secure and sing,
Nor fear the raging powers of hell.
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BENEATH a numerous train of ills,
WAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Shake off dull sloth and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Lord, I my vows to thee renew,
Scatter my sins as morning dew:
Guard my first springs of thought and
And with thyself my spirit fill." [will,
3 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers with all my might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
4 All praise to thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall
I may of endless life partake. [wake,
Our feeble flesh and heart may fail; 33 Yet shall our hope in thee, our God, O'er every gloomy fear prevail. 2 Parent and Husband, Guard and Guide, Thou art each tender name in one; On thee we cast our heavy cares, And comfort seek from thee alone. 3 Our Father, God, to thee we look; Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend; And on thy covenant love and truth, Our sinking souls shall still depend. 31
I SEND the joys of earth away,
Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair,
And whilst I listened to your song,
Your streams had e'en conveyed me
there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warned me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treach'rous seas
And bade me seek superior bliss.
4 Now to the shining realms above,
I stretch my hands, and glance my O for the pinions of a dove, [eyes: To bear me to the upper skies.
LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed:
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious, at the awful day.
4 O let my soul on thee repose,
And may sweet sleep my eyelids close :
Sleep that shall me more vigorous
make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
5 If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away;
And hymns divine with angels sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King?
Praise God, from whom all blessings
Praise him all creatures below; [flow;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
ALL praise to thee, eternal Lord!
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;
Choosing a manger for thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are thine
alone.
2 Once did the skies before thee bow;
A virgin's arms contain thee now:
Angels, who did in thee rejoice,
Now listen for thine infant voice.
3 A little child, thou art our guest,
That weary ones in thee may rest;
Forlorn and lowly is thy birth,
That we may rise to heaven from earth.
4 Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light,-
To make us, in the realms divine,
Like thine own angels round thee shine.
5 All this for us thy love hath done;
By this to thee our love is won:
For this we tune our cheerful lays,
And shout our thanks in ceaseless
praise.
Of light, and life, and holiness;
By him alone may I be taught,
And all my works in him be wrought.
O! let thy Holy Spirit come,
And make my heart his constant home. There his abundant grace display, And lead me in a perfect way.
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