Or like the morning flower:

Y Saviour and my King, Thy beauties are divine;

It withers in an hour.

And every grace is thine.

2 Now make thy glory known;
Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty to spread
The conquests of thy word.

3 Strike through thy stubborn foes,
Or make their hearts obey;
While justice, meekness, grace and
Attend thy glorious way. [truth,

4 Thy laws, O God! are right;
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel prove
A sceptre in thy hand.

BLESS the Lord, my soul,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.

2 O! bless the Lord, my soul,

Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,

'Tis he relieves thy pain,
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransoned from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways;
His hands infected nature cure,
With sanctifying grace.

4 The powers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;

He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the accursed chain.

5 Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God;

Thy sovereign power, thy healing And thy atoning blood.

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LORD our God, arise,

[grace,

The cause of truth maintain; And wide o'er all the peopled world Extend her blessed reign.

2 Thou Prince of Life, arise,

Nor let thy glory cease;

Far spread the conquests of thy grace,
And bless the earth with peace.

3 Thou holy Ghost arise,

Expand thy quickening wing,
And o'er a dark and ruined world,
Let light and order spring.

4 All on the earth, arise,

To God the Saviour sing, [heaven, From shore to shore, from earth to Let echoing anthems ring.

YREAT is the Lord our God,
U And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.
2 These temples of his grace,

How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone!
How fair his heavenly grace!

4 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold,
Where his own flocks have been.

5 In every new distress

We'll to his house repair,

Recall to mind his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there.

FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP.
DOXOLOGY.

IVE to the Father praise,
Give glory to the Son,

And to the Spirit of his grace
Be equal honor done.

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Y God, my life, my love;
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art All in all.

2 The smilings of thy face,

How amiable they are!

'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,

And no where else but there.

3 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford;
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.
4 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all thy pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

5 To thee my spirits fly,

With infinite desire;
And yet how far from thee I lie!
Dear Jesus, raise me higher.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love and praise and pray.

3 One day amid the place

Where my dear God hath been
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.

3 While I concealed my guilt,
I felt the festering wound,
Till I confessed my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.

4 Let sinners learn to pray,

Let saints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone.

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II.

OUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home,
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.

3 His grace will, to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the love divine.

4 When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame; Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon his name.

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside, at his control:

His loving-kindness shall break thro' The midnight of the soul.