HYMN CXLIX. S. M.

COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God, But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad."

3 The God of heaven is ours,

Our Father and our love; His care shall guard life's fleeting hours, Then waft our souls above.

4 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

5 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
6 Children of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

7 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

8 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're travelling through Immanuel's

ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

For the bliss thy love bestows;
For the pard'ning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavour;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warm'd to praise.

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,

Wretched wand'rer, 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, Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise.

HYMN CLI. III. 1.
ORD, my God, I long to know,
Of 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, Any 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! Prone to unbelief and sin,

Can I deem myself thy child?
4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall:
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?

5 Could I love thy saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd,
Find at times the promise sweet,
If I did not love thee, Lord?

6 Saviour! let me love thee more,
If I love at all, I pray :
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.

PRAISE

HYMN CLII

THE God of Abraham praise,

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 ever bless'd.

2 The God of Abraham praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys

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 on his oath depend,

I shall, on angel wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:

I shall behold his face,

I shall his power adore,
And sing the wonders of his grace
For evermore.

4 There dwells the Lord, our King,
The Lord, our righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin
The Prince of peace;

On Zion's sacred height

His kingdom he maintains,

And, glorious, with his saints in light, For ever reigns.

5 The God who reigns on high The great archangels sing; And, Holy, Holy, Holy," cry, "Almighty King,

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Bonations, 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 again. 3 We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honours shall we rear. Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs.

High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to

move.

HYMN CLV. III. I.

Songs of Praise.

NONGS of praise the angels sang Heaven with hallelujalis 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 sha" hail their birth.
4 And shall man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No-the church delights to raise
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Psalms and hymns, and songs of praise.
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

6 Borne upon their latest breath
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ

CONTENTMENT.

HYMN CLVI. C. M.

FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss:
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne, let this,
My humble pray'r arise-

2 Give me a calm and thankful heart.
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee:

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend,

Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.

They cast dishonour on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear ?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first before his mercy-seat,
Thou didst to him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour,
To trust his wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
5 Though rough and thorny be the road
It leads thee home apace to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all.

HYMN CLVIII. C. M.

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

mourns,

Thy promise is my stay,
Here would I rest till light returns:
Thy presence makes my day.

3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace Relieve my aching heart;

O smile, and bid my sorrows cease,
And all their gloom depart.

4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless thy healing rays,

For songs of sacred praise.

HYMN CLIX. 11. 3.

Psalm xli. 1-5.

AS, panting in the sultry beam,

The hart desires the cooling stream, So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, So longs my soul, O God, for thee; Athirst to taste thy living grace, And see thy glory, face to face. 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll; For many an evil voice is near. To chide my woe. and mock my fear; And silent mem'ry weeps alone O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walk'd the happy round That 'circles Zion's holy ground, And gladly swell'd the choral lays, That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise, What time the hallow'd arches rung Responsive to the solemn song

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?

Turn, tum to Him, in ev ry pain,
Whom suppliants never sought in vain-
Thy strength, in joy's extatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.
HYMN CLX. II. 3.
A compassionate High Priest
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And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue.
Or do the ill I would not do ;
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;

But thou hast made me feel thy rod! And turn'd my soul to thee, my God. 2 What though it piere'd my fainting

heart,

I bless thy hand that caus'd the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But sav'd me from eterna wo!

3 0, hads thou left me unchastis'd,
Thy precepts I had still despis'd,
And still the sna e in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betray'd.
4 I love thy chast'nings, O my God
They fix my hopes on thine abode;
Where, in thy presence fully blest,
Thy stricken saints for ever rest.

DAILY DEVOTION.
HYMN CLXII. II. 3.
Daily Dependence.

skies.

WHEN, streaming from the eastern
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of sin away,
And turn my darkness into day.
2 When to heaven's great and glorious
King,

My morning sacrifice I bring.
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.
3 As ev ry day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares;
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be then my counsellor and friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy pure example mine.
4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,
Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas'd. oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.

And weari'd nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly bless'd.
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

8 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face and sing thy praise.

HYMN CLXIII. L. M.

"I have set God always before me."
Ps. xvi. 9.

That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
6 May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will:
O! may I never more do ill.

7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death sha! wake,

I may of endless life partake.

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of thought and will
And with thyself my spirit fill.

9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say,

That all my pow'rs, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him, all creatures here below:

Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN CLXV. L. M.

Morning.

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 gleains the east 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 my thoughts I give To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel, To thee, with whom I trust to live.

HYMN CLXIV. L. M.

Morning Hymn. WAKE, 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 : T improve 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; Who all night long unwearied sing, Glory to thee, eternal King.

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir; May your devotion me inspire;

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And, fill'd with love and fear, adore The awful Sov'reign of the skies,

Whose mercy lends me one day more. 2 And may this day, indulgent Power! Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; But may each swiftly dying hour

Still nearer bring my soul to Thee! 3 But can it be? that Power divine Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze; And countless worlds and angels join

To swell the glorious song of praise: 4 And will he deign to lend an ear,

When I, poor abject mortal, pray? Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear,

Nor cast the meanest wretch away. 5 Then let me serve thee all my days,

And may my zeal with years increase: For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, And all thy paths are paths of peace. HYMN CLXVI. C. M. Morning.

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O thee let my first off'rings rise, Whose sun creates the day, Swift as his gladd'ning influence flies, And spotless as his ray

2 This day, thy fav'ring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsaf'd before;
Still may it lead, protec', supply,
And I that hand adore.

3 If bliss thy providence impart,
For which, resign d. I pray,
Give me to feel a cheerful heart,
And grateful homage pay.

4 Affliction should thy love intend,
As vice or folly's cure,
Patient to gain that gracious end,
May I the means endure.

5 Be this and every future day

Still wiser than the past, And when all my life survey, May gra e sustain at last.

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TOW te shades of night are gone ;
Now the morning light is come:

Lord may we be thine to-day,

Drive the ades of sin away.

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light,
Banish doubt and clear our sight;
In thy service. Lord to-day,
May we labour, watch and pray.

3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Going out and coming in
Keep us safe from ev'ry sin.

4 When our work of life is past,

O receive us then at last

Night and sin will be no more,

When we reach the heavenly shore.
HYMN CLXVIII.

Erening Hymn

L. M.

LORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me. O keep me. King of kings, Under thine own Almighty wings

2 Forgive me, Lord, or thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die. that so I may
Triumphing rise at the ast day.
4 O may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close:
Sleep, that may me inore vig rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake
5 When in the night I steepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams isturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 O when shall 1. in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away.
And hymns divine with angels sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King!

7 Praise God, from whom all blessings

flow,

Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, y' angelic host; Praise Father. Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN CLXIX. L. M.

Evening.

REAT God! to thee my ev'ning song With humble gratitude I raise: O let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise. 2 My days unclouded as they pass, And ev'ry onward rolling hour, Are monuments of wondrous grace, And witness to thy love and power.

Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful. can from thee depart, And from the path of duty rove.

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Christ, my Lord; his name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God,

And kind acceptance at thy throne. 5 With hope in him mine eyelids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose,

And wake with praises to thy Name,

HYMN CLXX. C. M.
Erening.

OW from the altar of our hearts,
Let flames of love arise;

Assist us Lord, to offer up
Our ev'ning sacrifice.

2 Minutes and mercies multipli'd,
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift, more free than they.

3 New time, new favours, and new joys Do a new song require;

Till we shall praise thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' desire.

HYMN CLXXI. S. M.
Evening.

HE day is past and gone;

The e'ning shades appear; O may we all remember well

The night of death draws near. 2 We lay our garments by,

Upon our beds to rest;
So death shall soon disrobe us all
Of what is here possest.

3 Lord, keep us safe this night
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep
Till morning light appears.

HYMN CLXXII. III. 1.

Psalm cxli. 2.

OFTLY now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labour free, Lord, I would commune with thee 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Nought escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall for ever pass away; Then, from sin and sorrow free. Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee! 4 Thon who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity: Then, from thine eternal throne, Jesus. look with pitying eye.