2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From ev'ry rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.
3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wandering way;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.
4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
And by my warm petitions, prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless,
Which crowns our families with peace;
From thee they spring, and by thy hand
They have been, and are still sustain’d.
2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;

Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.

3 To thee may each united house,
Morning and night present its vows;
Our servants there, and rising race,
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace.
4 Oh, may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name;
While, pleas'd and thankful, we remove
To join the family above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers;

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts, and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes;

Our mutual burdens bear; And often from each other flows The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

1 LO! what an entertaining sight,
Those friendly brethren prove,

Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite,
Of harmony and love!

2 Where streams of bliss from Christ the spring, Descend to every soul;

And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,

Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.

1 BLEST are the sons of peace,

Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise-their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet,

3 From those celestial springs

Such streams of pleasure flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honours can bestow.

4 Thus on the heav'nly hills

The saints are blest above;

Where joy, like morning dew, distils,
And all the air is love.

1 HOW pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in his proper station move;
And each fulfil his part,

With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!
2 Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighbouring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll

Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heav'nly dew, distils.

1 AUTHOR of good-to thee we turn:
Thine ever wakeful eye

Alone can all our wants discern-
Thy hand alone supply.

2 O let thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footsteps guide;
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.

3 And O, by error's force subdued,
Since oft, by stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill;-

4 Not what we wish-but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:

The good we ask not, Father, grant―
The ill we ask—deny.

1 GOD of our Fathers! by whose hand
Thy people still are blest,

Be with us through our pilgrimage,
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread.
And raiment fit provide.

3 O spread thy sheltering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,

And at our Father's lov'd abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;

And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

1 THOU, Lord, through every changing scene,
Hast to the saints a refuge been;
Through every age, eternal God!
Their pleasing home-their safe abode.
2 In thee our fathers sought their rest,
And were with thy protection blest;
Behold their sons, a feeble race!
We come to fill our fathers' place.
3 Through all the thorny paths we tread,
Ere we are number'd with the dead,
When friends desert-and foes invade,
Be thou our all-sufficient aid!

4 And when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we must dwell on earth no more,
To thee, great God! may we ascend,
And find an everlasting friend.

5 To thee our infant race we'll leave; Them may their fathers' God receive; That voices, yet unform'd, may raise Succeeding hymns of humble praise.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;-

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness,

Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face,

1 SOON as the morning rays appear,
I'll lift my eyes above;

My voice shall reach thy listening ear,
And supplicate thy love.

2 Within thy house my voice shall rise Before thy mercy-seat;

There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.