The hand that made us is divine."
TERNAL source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips
employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee, sov'reign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the
whole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flow'ry spring at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
1 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant
And winters, soften'd by thy care,"
No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks,
and days,
Demand successive songs of praise:
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning
shade.
Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no
HYMN 9.
Psalm xxiii.
HE Lord my pasture shall pre-
pare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe 1 faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
W
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost.
In wonder, love, and praise!
2 O how shall words with equal
The gratitude declare, [warmth
That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.
3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
4 To all my weak complaints and
E'er yet my feeble thoughts had
Thy mercy lent an ear, [cries
To form themselves in prayer.
5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and
It gently clear'd my way, [deaths,
And through the pleasing snares of
8 When worn with sickness, oft hast
More to be fear'd than they. [vice,
With bealth renew'd my face; And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Reviv'd my soul with grace. 9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly Has made my cup run o'er; [bliss And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store. 10 Ten thousand thousand precious My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, [gifts That tastes those gifts with joy. 11 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.
3 Though in the paths of death I9 When nature fails, and day and
With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid.
And guide me through the dreadful
shade.
Divide thy works no more, [night
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
13 Through all eternity, to thee,
But oh! eternity's too short
A joyful song I'll raise;
To utter all thy praise.
HYMN 12. (C. M.)
OD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage
The clouds ye so much dread [take
Are big with inercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
IV. REDEMPTION.
HYMN 13. (S. M.)
Job ix. 2-6.
AH, how shall fallen man
Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise?
13 All-seeing, powerful God!
Who can with thee contend/
Or who that tries th' unequal strifs
Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake!
The trembling earth deserts her plac
Her rooted pillars shake!
5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him, and escape
But through the Saviour's blood.
(L.M.)
Job ix. 30-33. HOUGH I should seek to wash me clean
In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink in conscious guilt and wo 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine,
Would cast my vaunting soul to Expose the foulness of its sin, [earth, And show the vileness of its worth. 3 Ah, not like erring man is God, That men to answer him should dare;
Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd, They helpless stand before his bar There, must a Mediator plead, Who, God and man, may both embrace;
With God, for man to intercede,
And offer man the purchas'd grace 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain To be this Mediator crown'd: In Him, my soul, be cleans'd from stain,
In Him thy righteousness be found! (L.M.) ALL glorious God, what hymns of
Shall our transported voices raise! What ardent love and zeal are due, While heaven stands open to our view!
2 Once we were fall'n, and O how Just on the brink of endless wo; [low When Jesus, from the realms above, Borne on the wings of boundless love, 3 Scatter' the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heavenly light! By him what wondrous ace is
To souls impoverish'd and undone! 4 He shows, beyond these mortai A bright inheritance as ours; shores,
dere saints in light our coming 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
SALVATION! O the joyful sound,
Glad tidings to our ears,
A sov'reign balin for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2 Salvation! buried once in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But now we rise by grace divine,
And see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb,
To Thee the praise belongs:
Our hearts shall kindle at thy name,
Thy name inspire our songs.
Chorus, for the end of each verse.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!
HYMN 17. (C. M.) 10 our Redeemer's glorious name Awake 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?
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me." 50 may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue; Till strangers love thy charming name And join the sacred song.
HYMN 18. (III. 3.) SAVIOUR, Source of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptur'd saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love.
Wand'ring from the fold of God; Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 By thy hand restor'd, defended, Safe through life thus far I'm.come; Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. HYMN 19. (C. M.) Titus iii. 4-7.
MY grateful soul, for ever praise,
For ever love his name,
Who turn'd thee from the fatal path
Of folly, sin, and shame.
2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust
Which in our works we place;
Salvation from a higher source
Flows to our fallen race.
3 'Tis from the love of God through
That all our hopes begin; [Christ,
His mercy sav'd our souls from death,
And wash'd us from our sin
4 His Spirit, thro' the Saviour shed,
His sacred fire imparts,
Removes our dross, and love divine
Enkindles in our hearts.
5 Thus rais'd from death, we live
And, justified by grace, [anew;
We hope in glory to appear,
And see our Father's face.
HYMN 20. (C. M.
HOW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions
In paths of ruin stray: [blind,
Reason debas'd, can never find
The safe, the narrow way.
3 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes. 5 To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live; A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give.
6 O change these wretched hearts of And give them life divine! [ours, Then shall our passions and our
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FATHER, to thee my soul Í lift,
thee my hope depends, Convinc'd that every perfect gift From thee alone descends.
2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And pow'r and wisdom too;
Without the Spirit of thy Son
We nothing good can do.
3Thou all ourworks in us hastwrought,
Our good is all divine;
The praise of every holy thought
And righteous word is thine.
4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive The pow'r on thee to call,
whom we are, and move, and live:Our God is all in all.
(III. 1.)
SING, my soul, his wondrous love,
Who,from you bright throne above,
Ever watchful o'er our race,
Still to man extends his grace.
2 Heav'n and earth by him were made
All is by his sceptre sway'd;
What are we that he should show
So much love to us below?
3 God, the merciful and good,
Bought us with the Saviour's blood;
And, to make our safety sure,
Guides us by his Spirit pure.
4 Sing, my soul, adore his name;
Let his glory be thy theme:
Praise him till he calls thee home,
Trust his love for all to come.
HYMN 23. (S. M.)
GRACE! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man,
And all the means that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace guides my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road,
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
V. THE CHURCH.
HYMN 24. (S. M.) IKE Noah's weary dove, That soar'd the earth around,
But not a resting place abovS
The cheerless waters found;
2 O cease, my wand'ring soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole
Has not for thee a home.
3 Behold the Ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
4 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.
5 And, when the waves of ire
Again the earth shall fill,
The Ark shall ride the sea of fire- :
Then rest on Zion's hill.
(S. M.)
LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The Church, our blest Redeemer sav'è
With his own precious blood.
2 I love thy Church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
3 If e'er to bless thy sons,
My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her wo
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.
5 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 6 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows Her hymns of love and praise. 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliv'rance bring. 8 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yiel And brighter bliss of heaven.
HYMN 26. (C. M.) Hebrews xii. 18, 22-24 NOT to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which Ged on Sinai spoke:
2 Bat we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God;
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.
3 Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels cloth'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just
Whose faith is chang'd to sight.
4 Behold the bless'd assembly there
Whose names are writ in heav'n;
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare
Their sins, through Christ, forgiv'n.
5 Angels, and living saints and dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their vital Head,
And of his love partake.
HYMN 27. (S. M.)
LEST is the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love: The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour united 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 for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
4 When we at death must part,
How keen, how deep the pain!
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Throughout eternity.
HYMN 28. (II. 1.)
Psalm cxxii.
The Church in Glory.
WITH joy shall I behold the day
There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In ceaseless hymns their tongues em-
Before th' Almighty King. [ploy
4 The King a seat hath there prepar'd,
High, on eternal base uprear'd,
For his eternal Son:
His palaces with joy abound;
His saints, by him with glory crown'd,
Attend and share his throne.
5 Mother of cities! o'er thy head
Brigh: peace, with healing wings out
For evermore shall dwell: [spread,
Let me, blest seat; my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,
And bid the world farewell.
HYMN 29. (L. M.)
Isaiah lii. 1, 2.
TRIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head
From dust, and darkness, and
the dead!'
Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Saviour's
strength!
2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known:
Deck'd in the robes of righteousness,
The world thy glories shall confess.
3 No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread;
No more shall hell's insulting host
Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.
4 God from on high has heard thy
prayer,
His hand thy ruins shall repair:
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.
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VI. FESTIVALS AND FASTS.
THE LORD'S DAY.
HYMN 30. (II. 4.)
That calls my willing soul away, AWAKE, ye saints, awake,
To dwell among the blest:
For lo! my great Redeemer's pow'r
Unfolds the everlasting door,
And points me to his rest.
2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes
The heav'n-built tow'rs of Salem rise,
Their glory I survey;
I view her mansions, that contain
The angel host, a beauteous train,
And shine with cloudless day.
3 Thither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo' the redeem'd of God ascend,
Borne on immortal wing;
And hail this sacred day;
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Welcome the day that God hath blest
The type of heav'n's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes:
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruits of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heav'n with hosannas rings,
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