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I.

WHY droops my soul with grief op

pressed?

In mild and lovely forms, display
The glories of the latter day.

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AWAY from every mortal care,

Why these wild tumults in my breast? FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. Is there no balm to heal my wound, No kind physician to be found? 2 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes; Behold the Prince of glory dies: He dies, extended on the tree; Thence sheds a sovereign balm for me. 3 Expand, my soul, with holy joy, Hosannas be thy best employ, Salvation thy eternal theme; And swell the song with Jesus' name.

MY God, in whom are all the springs

Of boundless love and grace un-
known,

Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,

Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heavens I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends his angels from the sky, [storm. And saves me from the threatening 3 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

4 My heart is fixed; my song shall raise
Immortal honors to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.
6 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

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3

Away from earth our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.
Lord, in the temple of thy grace,
We see thy feet, and we adore;
We gaze upon thy lovely face,

And learn the wonders of thy power.
Father, my soul would still abide
Within thy temple, near thy side;
But if my feet must hence depart,
Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.

NVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room,
To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,

While angels watch the soft repose. Passed through the grave, and blessed 3 So Jesus slept;-God's dying Son

the bed;

Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the

shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; Attend, O earth! his sovereign word; Restore thy trust-a glorious form

Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

2 Just as I am-and waiting not,
To rid my soul of one dark blot, [spot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each
I come, O Lamb of God, I come.
3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without-
I come, O Lamb of God, I come.
4 Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind:
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
I come, O Lamb of God, I come.
5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe-
I come, O Lamb of God, I come.
6 Just as I am-thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
I come, O Lamb of God, I come.

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No more, my God, I boast no more

Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before,

To trust the merits of thy Son.
2 Now for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.
3 Yes, and I must and will esteem

All things but loss for Jesus's sake;
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake.
4 The best obedience of my hands

Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.
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THOU, to whose all-searching sight,
The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it pants for

thee;

O burst these bonds, and set it free. 2 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my Light, be thou my way;

No foes, nor violence I fear, Nor fraud, while thou, my God, art [near. 3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of wo; Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

gracious Lord, descend and
dwell
By faith and love in every breast:
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel
The joys that cannot be expressed.
12 Come, fill our hearts with inward
strength,

Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and
Of thine immeasurable grace. [length
3 Now to the God whose power can do
More than our thoughts or wishes
Be everlasting honors done, [know,
By all the church, through Christ his
Son.

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Y God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;
Let every realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honor of thy name.

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4 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and triumph of their tongue.
5 But who can speak thy wondrous
deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways;
Vast and immortal be thy praise!

WEET is thy work, my God, my
King,
[sing, 3

To praise thy name, give thanks and
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

WHAT sinners value, I resign;

WH

With gentle beams on Zion shine;
Dispel the darkness from our eyes,
And souls awake to life divine.
2 On all around let grace descend,
Like heavenly dew,or copious showers;
That we may call our God our friend;
That we may hail salvation ours.

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MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distill, like early dew.
Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,

Lord, 'tis enough that thou art 2
I shall behold thy blissful face, [mine:
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?
3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!

I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet sur-
prise,

And in my Saviour's image rise.

And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.

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THUS far the Lord has led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days, And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 3 I lay my body down to sleep,

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Thus when the night of death shall

come,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse the tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.