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,

In whom we are, and move, and live:-
Our God is all in all.

HYMN 22.

(III. 1.)

1 SING, my soul, his wondrous love, Who, from yon 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.

1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound!

Harmonious to the ear;

(6. M.)

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 wand'ring 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 heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

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V. THE CHURCH.

HYMN 24.

(s. M.)

IKE Noah's weary dove,
That soar'd the earth around,
But not a resting place above

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.

LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,

(S. M.)

The Church, our blest Redeemer sav'd

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 yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke:
2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God;
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

s 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.

1 BLEST is the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above,

(S. M.)

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.

Psalm cxxii.

The Church in Glory.

(II. 1.)

1 WITH joy shall I behold the day
That calls my willing soul away,
To dwell among the blest:
For lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And points me to his rest.

2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes
The heaven-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;

There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ
Before th' Almighty King.

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

Bright peace, with healing wings outspread,
For evermore shall dwell:

Let me, blest seat! my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,
And bid the world farewell.

HYMN 29.

Isaiah lii. 1, 2.

(L. M.)

1 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.

VI. FESTIVALS AND FASTS.

THE LORD'S DAY.

HYMN 30.

1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake, And hail this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

(II. 4.)

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!

Heaven with hosannas rings,