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!i The sacred truths his lips pronounce
Shall firm as heaven endure;
And if he speak a promise once,
Th' eternal grace is sure.

— 3 Lord God of hosts—thy wondrous ways

Are sung by saints above: f And saints on earth their honors raise To thy unchanging love.

89 Fourth Part. C. M. Spencer

The Majesty of God.

P 1 WITH reverence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord,
His high commands with reverence hear,
And tremble at his word.

mf 2 Great God, how high thy glories rise!
How bright thine armies shine!
Where is the power with thee that vies,
Or truth, compared with thine?

3 The northern pole and southern rest
On thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day—from east to west,
Move round at thy command.

«=>4 Thy words the raging winds control,

<. And rule the boisterous deep;

x Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,

> The rolling billows sleep.

f "5 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine,

> And the dark world of hell;

< How did thine arm in vengeance shine,

> When Egypt durst rebel.

">p C Justice and judgment are thy throne, mf Yet wondrous is thy grace!

While truth and mercy, joined in one, > Invite us near thy face.

89 Fifth Part. C. M. Cambridge.

Rejoicing in the Gospel. '' 1 BLEST are the souls, who hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps surround. 2 Their^oy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn, f 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives^ 'Israel, thy King forever reigns, Thy God forever lives.

89 Sixth Part. L. P. M. St. Helen's.

Death and the Resurrection.

1 THINK, mighty God, on feeble man,
How few his hours—how short his span!

Short from the cradle to the grave;
Who can secure his vital breath
Against the bold demands of death,

With skill to fly—or power to save?

2 Lord, shall it be forever said,
"The race of man was only made

For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?"
Are not thy servants, day by day,
Sent to their graves, and turned to clay?Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?

3 Hast thou not promised to thy Son,
And all his seed, a heavenly crown?

But flesh and sense indulge despair:
Forever blessed be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,

And find a resurrection there.

4 Forever blessed be the Lord,
Who gives his saints a long reward

For all their toil, reproach, and pain:
Let all below, and all above,
Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,

And each repeat his loud Amen.

90 First Part. L. M. Bath.

Divine Immutability and human Frailty. mf 1 npHROUGH every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest—our safe abode: High was thy throne, ere heaven was made, Or°earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began,
Or dust was fashioned into man;
And long thy kingdom shall endure,
When earth and time shall be no more.

P 3 But man—weak man—is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity;
Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, is just,
"Return, ye sinners, to your dust."

4 Death, like an ever-flowing stream,
Sweeps us away—our life's a dream—
An empty tale—a morning flower—
Cut down, and withered, in an hour.

— 5 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
Till, cleansed by grace, we all may be
Prepared to die, and dwell with thee.

90 Second Part. C. M. Grafton.

1 O GOD, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come:
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home;—

2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne,

Thy saints have dwelt secure:
< Sufficient is thine arm alone,
f And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

P 4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,"Return, ye sons of men;"
— All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again.

">' 5 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,
«£> Be thou our guard, while troubles last,

And our eternal home.

Third Part. C. M. Bangor.

1 O LORD, the saviour and defence

Of all thy chosen race,
From age to age thou still hast been
Our sure abiding place.

2 Before the lofty mountains rose,

Or earth received its frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same.

3 Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust,

Of which he first was made;
When thou dost speak the word, Return—
"Pis instantly obeyed.

4 For in thy sight a thousand years
Are like a day that's past;
Or like a watch in dead of night,
Whose hours unminded waste.

5 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum
Of our short days to mind,
That unto wisdom all our hearts
May ever be inclined.

Fourth Part. C. M. Medfield.

1 RETURN, O God of love—return;Earth is a tiresome place:
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?

2 Let heaven succeed our painful years;Let sin and sorrow cease;
And in proportion to our tears,
So make our joys increase.

3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thine own work complete;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love was great.

Fifth Part. C. M. Bedford.

1 LORD, if thine eye survey our faults,
And justice grow severe,
Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,
And burns beyond our fear.

2 Almighty God—reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone;
Oh let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne.

90 Sixth Part. S. M. Little Marlb'ro'.

1 LORD, what a feeble piece

Is this our mortal frame!
Our life—how poor a trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the name!

2 Our moments fly apace,

Our feeble powers decay;
Swift as a flood, our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.

3 Then, if our days must fly,

We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.

">f 4 They'll waft us sooner o'er

This life's tempestuous sea; > Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore mr Of blest eternity.

91 First Part. L. M. Duke Street.

Safety of trusting in God.

11 1 JJE, who hath made his refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there, at night, shall rest his head.

2 Now may we say—Our God, thy power
Shall be our fortress, and our tower!
We, that are formed of feeble dust,
Make thine almighty arm our trust.

3 Thrice happy man!—thy Maker's care
Shall keep thee from the tempter's snare;
God is thy life—his arms are spread,

To shield thee with a healthful shade.

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