2 Him Prophet, and King, and Priest, we proclaim;

We triumph and sing of Jesus's name :

Poor idiots he teaches to show forth his praise,

And tell of the riches of Jesus's grace.

3 The wayfaring men, though fools, shall not stray;

His method so plain, so easy the way:

The simplest believer his promise may prove, And drink of the river of Jesus's love.

Hymn 87. C. M.

He talked with us by the way. Luke xxiv. 32.

TALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal,

While here o'er earth we rove;

Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindlings of thy love.
2 With thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God, art here.

3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own thy sway,
And echo to thy voice.

4 Thou callest me too seek thy face;
'Tis all I wish to seek:

T'attend the whispers of thy grace,
And hear thee inly speak.

1

Let this my every hour employ,
Till I thy glory see,

Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in thee.

Hymn 88. C. M.

Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xii. 2.
JESUS, to thee I now can fly,

On whom my help is laid;
Oppress'd by sins, I lift my eye,
And see the shadows fade.

2 Soon as I find myself forsook,
The grace again is given:
A sigh can reach thy heart, a lock
Can bring thee down from heaven?

3 Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid;

On thee alone my constant mind
Be every moment stay'd.

4 Jesus, my strength, my hope, my rest,
On thee will I depend,

Till summon'd to the marriage-feast,
Where faith in sight shall end.

Hymn 89. P. M.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and ins his law doth he meditate day and night.

1HOD

Psalm i. 2.

OW happy, gracious Lord, are we!
Divinely drawn to follow thee:

Whose hours divided are.

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Betwixt the mount and multitude: tol Our day is spent in doing good, Our night in praise and pray'r. 2 With us no melancholy void; No moment lingers unemploy'd, Or unimprov'd below; Our weariness of life is gone, Who live to serve our God alone, And only thee to know.

3 The winter's night and summer's day,
Glide imperceptibly away,

Too short to sing thy praise ;*
Too few we find the happy hours,
And haste to join those heavenly powers,
In everlasting lays. '

4 With all who chant thy name on high,
And holy, holy, holy, cry,

A bright harmonious throng!
We long thy praises to repeat,
And ceaseless sing around thy seat
The new eternal song.

Hymn 90. P. M.

Christ in you the hope of glory. Col. i. 27.

MY

Y Jesus, my hope, when will he appear,

A soul to lift up that waits for him here,

In much tribulation, in troubles excess,

In height of temptation, and depth of distress?

2 Owhen shall I see an end of my pain, And triumph in thee, my Saviour, again?

Lord, hasten the hour, thy kingdom bring in, And give me the power to live without sin. 30 Jesus, thou know'st my sorrowful load, And seest that my trust is all in thy blood; Thou wilt have compassion, my burden remove,

Thy name is salvation, thy nature is love.

4 Thy nature and name my portion shall be, Who humbly lay claim to all things in thee: The days of my mourning and painful distress,

Shall at thy returning eternally cease.

Hymn 91. C. M.

The Lord God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abundant in goodness and truth. Exod. xxxiv. 6.

1

GREAT to now'd;

REAT God, to me the sight afford,

And let my faith behold its Lord
Descending on a cloud.

-2 In that revealing Spirit come down;
Thine attributes proclaim:
And to my inmost soul make known
The glories of thy name..

3 Jehovah, Christ, I thee adore,
Who gav'st my soul to be!
Fountain of being and of power,
And great in majesty.

4 The Lord, the mighty God thou art,
But let me rather prove

That name inspoken to my heart,
That fav'rite name of love.

5 Merciful God, thyself proclaim,
In this polluted breast;
Mercy is thy distinguish'd name,
Which suits a sinner best.

6 Our misery doth for pity call,
Our sin implores thy grace,
And thou art merciful to all
Our lost, apostate race.

Hymn 92. L. M.

With my soul have I desired thee. Isa. xxvi.9.

1

MAIN would I go to thee, my God,

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Thy mercies, and my wants to tell;
To feel my pardon seal'd in blood:
Saviour, thy love I wait to feel,

2 Freed from the power of cancell❜d sin,
When shall my soul triumphant prove?
Why breaks not out the fire within,
In flames of joy, and praise, and love?

3 Jesus, to thee my soul aspires;

Jesus, to thee I plight my vows;
Keep me from earthly, base desires,
My God, my Saviour, and my spouse.

4 Fountain of all-sufficient bliss,

Thou art the good I seek below: Fulness of joy in thee there is; Without-'tis misery all, and wo.