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4 And shall man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
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 pow'rs employ.

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ATHER, 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 ev'ry murmur free;

The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee:

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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.

HYMN 157.

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E still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;

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 pow'r.

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 heav'n will make amends for all.

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[EAR, 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 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,

And change these deep complaining sighs
For songs of sacred praise.

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HYMN 159.

PSALM xlii. 1—5.

S, panting in the sultry beam,

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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 wo, and mock my fear;
And silent mem❜ry weeps alone
O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.

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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, turn 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 160,

(11. 3.) A compassionate High Priest. HEBREWS iv. 15.

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HEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
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 heav'nly 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.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then he, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorr'wing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou did'st weep o'er Laz'rus dead.

5 And, oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last,

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Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death-for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

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HYMN 161.

Sanctified Affliction.

ORD! unafflicted, undismay'd,

(L. M.)

In pleasure's path how long I stray'd:
But thou hast made me feel thy rod!
And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.
2 What though it pierc'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 eternal wo!

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

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DAILY DEVOTION.

HYMN 162.

Daily Dependance.

(11. 3.)

HEN streaming from the eastern skies,
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 heav'n'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 thou 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.
5 Should poverty's destructive blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity and supply my need,
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its varied blessings in my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosp'rous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.

7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
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 heav'nly 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.

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

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AVIOUR! when night involves the skies,

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My soul, adoring, turns to thee!

Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,

And wrapt in shades of death for me.

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