ces spring YE with songs HYMN XLIII. INVITING. of sacred praise, and kind are all his ways. in him we live and move ; the wonders of his love. to ransom rebel worms; in its diviner forms. 'tis here our hope relies; when storms of trouble rise. the souls who trust in thee; with bliss divinely free. what honours shall we raise ! HYMN XLIV. Morning Hymn. Thy daily course of duty run; To pay thy morning sacrifice. Live this day, as if 'twere thy last : 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. Thy conscience as the noon-day clear: And all thy secret thoughts, surveys. And with the angels bear thy part ; Glory to thee, eternal King. May your devotion me inspire; ' A O! may 6 May I like you in God delight, Have all day long my God in sight; I never more do ill. And hast refresh'd ine while I slept: I may of endless life partake. Scatter my sins as morning dew; And with thyself my spirit fill. All I design, or do, or say ; In thy sole glory may unite. 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thy own Almighty wings. The ills that I this day have done; I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. The grave as little as my bed; Triumphing rise at the last day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close; To serve my God, when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: No powers of darkness me molest. Close to my bed his vigils keep; Stop all the avenues of ill. 7 Thought to thought with my soul converse, Celestial joys to me rehearse; 8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; BE HYMN XLVI. Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm. 1 EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; He can create, and he destroy. Made us of clay, and form’d us men; He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; To wake the sacred song O may his love immortal flame!) tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? what mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch in wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, * left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die! was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay our humble thanks to thee; May every heart with rapture say, « The Saviour dy'd for me." 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme fill every heart and tongue; Till strangers love thy charming name, and join the sacred song. HYMN XLVIII. , our exalted , 1 T The usa me, in heaven and earth ador’d, Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of sacred praise. Are weak, and languishing, and low; The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet, And worship at his sacred feet; In glad returns of grateful love. But long to know and love thee more; Desire to feed on joys divine. 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid, To see thy wondrous love display'd; Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 6 Let humble penitential woe, With painful, pleasing anguish flow; HYMN XLIX. The Lord's Day. 1 ELCOME, sweet day of rest, that saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, and these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near to feast his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, and love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place where Jesus is within, Is better than ten thousand days of pleasure and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay in such a frame as this, . Till it is call'd to soar away to everlasting bliss. HYMN L. Preparations for religious Worship. 1 VAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; FA From flesh and sense I would be free, And hold communion, Lord, with thee. And kindles with a pure desire, And feel thine influence from above. When I can see thy glories shine, And all that men call rich and great. To cheer me in this barren land; HYMN LI. xxxiii. 17. in sweet assemblage join, Jesus, compar'd with thine. and vain her blooming store; her beauty is no more. the Lord of glory dwells ! his radiant face conceals. on strong immortal wing, my Saviour and my King! and there (divine employ!) in songs of endless joy. o'er all the blissful place; and die, to see thy face? HYMN LII. The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures. 1 LATHER of mercies ! in thy word what endless glory shines ! for these celestial lines. exhaustless riches find; |