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2 Be thou my counsellor,
My pattern and my guide,
Still keep me near thy side ;
Offer'd his blood and died;
No sacrifice beside ;
Job xxxviii, 7. (7's.)
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born:
Captive led captivity.
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
4 And will man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come? No, the church delights to raise
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise ! 5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Songs of praise to sing above. 6 Borne upon the latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death ;
1 GOD is our refuge, tried and provid,
Amid a stormy world ; We will not fear, though earth be mov'd,
And hills in ocean hurl'd. 2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake,
Our comfort shall not cease;
The Lord will give us peace.
To us shall ever flow;
It cheers his church below.
4 When earth and hell against us came,
He spake, and quell’d their pow'rs;
The God of grace is ours.
203 Colossians iii, 11. (c. m.)
My heart doth sing for joy;
All gold without alloy.
A Prophet full of light;
A King, who rules with might.
He is the King of kings,
With healing on his wings.
My med'cine and my health,
My glory, and my wealth.
For all his gifts to me?
His glorious majesty.
2 Bright cherubim ! sweet seraphim!
Praise him with all your might; Praise, praise him, all ye host of heav'n,
Praise him, ye saints in light. 3 Praise him, ye kings, the King of kings,
Praise him with one accord ; Let the whole earth, with all her tongues, • Prepare to praise the Lord. 4 Lord, let me praise thee while I live,
And praise thee when I die;
Through all eternity.
Romans xiii, 11. (c. M.)
1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high ; Awake, and praise that sov'reign love
That shows salvation nigh. 2 Fast on the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year!
Nor many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes.
4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal pow'rs, decay ;
Ye bring eternal day. 206 Isaiah xxxii, 2. (L. m.) 1 AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake,
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;
The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-place. 2 When God's right arm is bar'd for war,
And thunders clothe his cloudy car, Where, where, O where shall man retire
T'escape the terrors of his ire ?
While the dread tempest passes by ;
Psalm lxxvi. (s. M.)
The God of love and might;
He tends her day and night. 2 The pow’rs of death and hell
In vain her peace oppose;
And scatter all her foes.