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1. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 16 Divine instructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near ;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
with wonder and with And view my Saviour there.
II. CREATION. 2 The stars, that in their courses roll, HYMN 3.
(C. M.) Have much instruction given ; But thy good word informs my soul GREAT first of beings! mighty Lord How I may soar to heaven.
Produc'd by thy creating word, 3 The fields provide me food, and show
The world from nothing came
2 Thy voice sent forth the high comIn thy most holy word.
'Twas instantly obey'd ; (mand, 4 ilere are iny choicest treasures hid ;
And through thy goodness all things
stand, Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfied,
Which by thy power were made. And here my hopes arise
3 Lord! for thy glory shine the whole, 5 Lord, make me understand thy law, For this--in course the planets roll,
They all reflect thy light:
And day succeeds the night.
4 For this—the sun disperses heat 6 Here would I learn how Christ has died and distant stars, in order set,
And heams of cheering day;
By night thy pow'r display:
For this--the waters flow; 7 Then let me love my Bible more, And take a fresh delight,
And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees aspiring grow.
6 Inspir'd with praise, our minds pursue
This wise and noble end
That all we think, and all we do,
Shall to thine honour tend.
(C. M.) For these celestial lines.
Gencsis i. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want L ET heaven arise, let earth appear,
Proclaim'd Riches above what earth can grant, The heav'n arose, the earth appear’d, And lasting as the mind.
At his creating word. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,2 But formless was the earth, and void, And yields a free repast ;
Dark, sluggish, and confus'd; Sublimer sweets than nature knows Till o'er the mass the Spirit mov'd, Invite the longing taste.
And quick’ning pow'r diffus'd. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 3 Then spake the Lord Omnipotent
Spreads heavenly peace around ; The mandate, “Be there light:" And life and everlasting joys,
Light darted forth in vivid rays, Attend the blissful sound.
And scatter'd ancient night. 5 O may these heavenly pages be 4 The glorious firmament he spread, My ever dear delight;
To part the earth and sky; And still new beauties may I see,
And fix'd the upper elements And still increasing light.
Within their spheres on high,
5 He bade the seas together flow;
6 Above, he form'd the stars; and plac'd
7 To all the varied living tribes
Ile gave their wondrous birth;
8 Then, chief o'er all his works below,
9 Completed now the mighty work,
And, pleas'd with all that he had made,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
And touch the sweetest string.
3 Whate'er this living world contains,
The mighty chorus aid;
And, soon as ev'ning veils the plain,
3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast
4 Let every element rejoice;
And breathe it to the soul.
THE spacious firmament on high,
2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day
4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn
Proclaim him through the mighty tide, 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And in the deeps below.
And utter forth a glorious voice,
4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,The hand that made us is divine."
The feeling heart, the judging head,
The gen'ral burst of joy. [the sound, (II. 1.). Praise from the Elements and Worlds.
Well may thy praise our lips em
TERNAL source of every joy!
While in thy temple we appear, [ploy,
E fields of light, celestial plains, 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Where pure, serene effulgence Thy hand supports and guides the whole Ye scenes divinely fair, [reigns, The sun is taught by thee to rise, Your Maker's wondrous pow'r proclaim, And darkness when to veil the skies Tell how he form'd your shining frame, 3 The flow'ry spring at thy command, And breath'd the fluid air. Perfumes the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine To raise the corn and cheer the vine
2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir: Thon dazzling orb of liquid fire
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and
Demand successive songs of praise;
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare.
17 Through hidden dangers, tolls, and
8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
20 how shall words with equal warmth
E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
From whom those comforts flow'd.
12 When nature fails, and day and nigh
Psalm xxxi. 15.
S Ever gracious, ever wise,
2 He that form'd us in the womb,
3 Times of sickness, times of health,
is wonders to perform;
2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
Are big with mercy, and shall break 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain lu blessings on your head.
To be this Mediator crown'd: 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
In Him, my soul, be cleans'd from stain, But trust him for his grace :
In Him thy righteousness be found ! Behind a frowning providence
(L.M.) He hides a smiling face.
ALL glorious God, what hymns of 5 His purposes will ripen fast,
praise Unfoiding every hour:
Shall our transported voices raise ! The bud inay have a bitter taste What ardent love and zeal are due,
But sweet will be the flower. While heaven stands open to our view! 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low! And scan his work in vain :
Just on the brink of endless wo; God is his own interpreter,
When Jesus, from the realms above, And he will make it plain.
Borne on the wings of boundless love.
3 Scatter'd the shades of death and nighs, IV, REDEMPTION.
And spread around his heavenly light! HYMN 13.
(S. M.) By him what wondrous grace is shown Job ix. 2-6.
To souls impoverish'd and undone!
4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, AH Be just before his God!
A bright inheritance as ours; If he contend in righteousness,
Where saints in light our coming wait, We sink beneath his rod.
To share their holy, happy state! 2 If he our ways should mark
(C.M.) With strict inquiring eyes,
sound Could we for one of thousand faults Glad tidings to our ears, A just excuse devise?
A sov'reign balm for every wound, 3 All-seeing, pow'rful God!
A cordial for our fears.
At hell's dark door we lay;
But now we rise by grace divine, 4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
And see a heavenly day. Their ancient seats 'forsake!
3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The treinbling earth deserts her place, The spacious earth around Her rooted pillars shake !
While all the armies of the sky 5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Conspire to raise the sound. Contend with such a God?
4 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb, None, none can meet him, and escape, To Thee the praise belongs:
But through the Saviour's blood, Our hearts shall kindle at thy name, HYMN 14.
Thy name inspire our songs.
Chorus, for the end of each verse
Glory, honour, praise, and power, THOUGH, I should seek to wash me
Be unto the Lamb for ever! In water of the driven snow,
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer! My soul would yet its spot retain,
Hallelujah, praise the Lord ! And sink in conscious guilt and wo:
(C. M.) 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine, Would cast my vaunting soul to earth,
Towake dhe sacred song!
10 our Redeemer's glorious name: Expose the foulness of its sin, O may his love (immortal flame!)
And show the vileness of its worth. Tune every heart and tongue. 3 Ah, not like erring man is God, 2 His love, what mortal thouglit can
That men to answer him should dáre; What mortal tongue display! [reach. Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd, Imagination's utmost stretch
They helpless stand before his bár. In wonder dies away. 4 There, must a Mediator plead, 3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Who, God and man, may both em- Left the bright realms of bliss, With God, for man to intercede, [brace; And came to earth to bleed and die !
And offer man the purchas'd grace. Was ever love like this.
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 13 Can aught beneath a power divine Our humble thanks to thee,
The stubborn will subdue ? May every heart with rapture say, "Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine "The Saviour died for me."
To form the heart anew. 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme 4 Tis thine the passions to recall, Fill every heart and tongue;
And upwards bid them rise; Till strangers love thy charming name, And make the scales of error fall And join the sacred song.
From reason's darken'd eyes. HYMN 18.
5 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live; SA
AVIOUR, source of every blessing, A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
Tune my heart to grateful lays; 'Tis thine alone to give. Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 6 O change these wretched hearts of
And give them life divine ! [ours, 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Then shall our passions and our powers, Sung by raptur'd saints above;
Almighty Lord, be thine.
(C. M.) 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, FATHER, to thee my soul I lin,
On thee my hope depends, Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Convinc'd that every perfect gift Thou, to save my soul from danger,
From thee alone descends. Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 By thy hand restor’d, defended,
2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, Safe through life thus far I'm come;
And pow'r and wisdom too;
Without the Spirit of thy Son Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
We nothing good can do. Bring me to my heavenly home.
3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought, HYMN 19.
(C. M.) Our good is all divine; Titus iii. 4-7.
The praise of every holy thought
And righteous word is thine. My grateful soul, for ever praise, his ,
4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive Who turn’d thee from the fatal paths The pow'r on thee to call, Cí folly, sin, and shame
In whom we are, and move, and live:: 2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust
Our God is all in all,
HYMN 22. (III. 1.)
Who, from yon bright throne above, 3 'Tis from the love of God through Ever watchful o'er our race,
That all our hopes begin; (Christ, Still to man extends his grace. His mercy sav'd our souls from death,
2 Heav'n and earth by him were made, And wash'd us from our sin.
All is by his sceptre sway'd;
So much love to us below?
3 God, the merciful and good,
Bought us with the Saviour's blood i 5 Thuš rais’d from death, we live anew; And, to make our safety sure, And, justifi'd by grace,
Guides us by his Spirit pure. We hope in glory to appear,
14 Sing, my soul, adore his name; And see our Father's face.
Let his glory be thy theme:
Praise him till he calls thee home,
Trust his love for all to come.
(S. M.) The heart unchang'd can never rise GRACE! 'tis a charming sound!
To happiness and God. 2 The will perverse, the passions blind, Ileaven with the echo shall resound, In paths of ruin stray:
And all the earth shall hear. Recii dehas'd can never find
2 Grace first contriv'd a way The case, the narrow way
To save rebellious man,