(S. M.) COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; That never knew our God. Our Father and our love; flis care shall guard life's fleeting Then waft our souls above. [hours,] 4 There shall we see his face, And never, never sin; thee For the bliss thy love bestows; For the pard'ning grace that saves mo, And the peace that from it flows. Help, O God, my weak endeavour; e This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warm'd to praise. Praise, my soul, the God that sought theo, Wretched wandrer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away: Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express: Low before thy footstool kneeling, Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, HYMN 151. Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise. (III. 1.) LORD, my God, I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love thee, Lord, or no? Am I thine, or am I not? 2 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, And duty give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love! 3 When I turn mine eyes within. O how dark, and vain, and wild God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthron'd above; Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love; Jehovah, Great I AM, By earth and heaven confess'd; I bow, and bless the sacred name For over bless'd. 2 The God of Abraham praise, At whose supreme command His sheep, and we follow his call. 30 enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim His praise with melodious accordance prolong, And bless his adorable name. From earth I rise, and seek the joys 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly At his right hand: I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame and pow'r ; And him my only portion make, My shield and tow'r. 3 He by himself hath sworn, I shall, on angel wings upborne, I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, 4 There dwells the Lord, our King, His kingdom he maintains, 5 The God who reigns on high "Who was, and is the same, good, And we are the work of his hand; His mercy and truth from eternit stood, And shall to eternity stand. BE HYMN 154. (L. M.) EFORE Jehovah's awful thione, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy, Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold agam. 3 We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame What lasting honours shall we reat, Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thank ful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy oourts with sounding praise. Songs of Praise. SONGS of praise the angels sang; Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity." 3 Heaven and earth must pass away Songs of praise shall crown that day: God will make new heavens and earth: Songs of praise shall hail their birth. CONTENTMENT. HYMN 156. (C. M.) death; FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart,! 3 Let the sweet hope that thou are My life and death attend, Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. HYMN 157. (L. M.) 2 Brought safely by his hand thus fai 5 Though rough and thorny be the road, It leads thee home apace to God; IN AFFLICTION. HEAR, gracious God! my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs; When will the mournful night be gone When shall my joys arise? 2 Yet, though my soul in darkness Thy promise is my stay; [mourns, Here would I rest till light returns: Thy presence makes my day. 3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace Relieve my aching heart; 4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, HYMN 159. (II. 3.) AS, panting in the sultry beam, The hart desires the cooling So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll; For many an evil voice is near, BE still, my heart! these anxious To chide my wo and mock my fear; cares And silent mem'ry weeps alone 3 For I have walk'd the happy round That 'circles Zion's holy ground, view, And days are dark, and friends are On him I lean, who, not in vain, From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies; eye. 4 When sorrowing o'er some stone bend, I Which covers all that was a friend, 5 And, oh! when I have safely past But thou hast made me feel thy rod! I bless thy hand that caus'd the smart DAILY DEVOTION. skies, WHEN, streaming from the eastern Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name; 7 When each day's scenes and labours And weari'd nature seeks repose, 8 And, at my life's last setting sun, raise, Who all night long unwearied sing, 7 To see thy face and sing thy praise. SAV HYMN 163. Ps. xvi. 9. AVIOUR! when night involves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to thee! Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the cast adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell; Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Thee, thron'd in glory's endless blaze, Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 4 O'er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal, To death and thee mythoughts Igive; HYMN 164. (L. M.) AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily course of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past; Live this day, as if 'twere thy last: Timprove thy talents take due care; 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear: Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part; Glory to thee, who safe has kept, And hast refresh'd me wnile I slept Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. And with thyself my spirit fill. Praise him, all creatures here below: HYMN 165. (L. M.) ARISE, my soul! with rapture rise. adore The awful Sov'reign of the skies, more. 2 And may this day, indulgent Power! blaze; 5 |