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Jerusalem ! Jerusalem !
Our tears shall flow for thee. 2 Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace,
And flock'd beneath the wing
Thine own anointed King!
Thy time of mercy spent ;
And strange their punishment. 3 Oh! gaze not idly on their fall,
But sinner, warned be ;
May send His wrath on thee.
Thy noon is in its prime;
In this accepted time. 142. Praise for Benefits of the Year. L.M.
(Psalm LXV.) ETERNAL Source of every joy ;
Praise shall our hearts and lips emplov, While in Thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole ;
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise ;
4 Here in Thy house shall incense rise,
As circling sabbaths cheer our eyes ; Till to those brighter courts we soar, Where days and years revolve no more. 143. Gal. VI. 14. L.M. WE sing the praise of Him who died,
" Of Him who died upon the cross ; The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscrib’d upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, “God is Love ;" He bears our sins upon the tree,
He brings us mercy from above.
It holds the fainting spirit up;
And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
· And gilds the bed of death with light : 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love ;
The angel's theme in heaven above.
144. Matt. VI. 24–34. C.M.D. FATHER, 'tis Thine each day to yield
Our wants a fresh supply :
And hear'st the ravens cry :
Thy love in all Thy works we see ;
Thy promise, Lord, we plead : And humbly cast our care on Thee,
Who knowest all our need.
Nor cares our bosom fill :
That we may do Thy will :
Our faith and hope increase;
Contentment, joy, and peace. 145. Reflections on retiring to rest. 12's
TT is good, when we lay on the pillow
the day, Nor allow it to pass without profit away. 2 A day—what a trifle! and yet the amount Of the days we have pass'd form an awful
account: And the time may arrive when the world
we would give, Were it ours, might we have but another
to live. 3 In whose service have we thro' the day
been employed, And what are the pleasures we mostly
Our desires and our wishes, to what did
they tendTo the world we are in, or the world
without end ? 4 Hath the sense of His presence encom
passed us round, Without whom not a sparrow can fall to
the ground? Have our hearts turned to Him with
devotion most true, Or been occupied only with things that we
view ? 5 Have we often reflected how soon we
must go To the mansions of bliss, or the regions
of woe ? Have we felt unto God a repentance
sincere, And in faith to the Saviour of sinners
drawn near? 6 Let us thus with ourselves solemn confer
ence hold, Ere sleep's silken fetters our senses enfold : And forgiveness implore for the sins of
the day, Nor allow them to pass unrepented away.
OH for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
New life the dead receive;
The humble poor believe. 4 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
PRAISE the great God, ye hosts of light,
That round His footstool stand;
Are hung by His command.
Your number He can tell ;
With all who on Thee dwell. 3 Praise Him, ye flowers on earth's green
Glad youth, and smiling child.
The uncreated Word,
Ye Christians, praise the Lord.