Thy holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God.

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits; g Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fixed on his counsels and his love. o 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage; Against his throne in vain they rage; Like rising waves with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. o 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell: His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. 8 5 God is our shield, and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace; And we reflect his brightest praise.

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HYMN 65. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Hope of Heaven our Support on Earth.

WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all—
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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HYMN 66. C. M. Sunday. [*]
A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy
HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain

o 2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers?
e Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

b 3 (Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green;

-So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

p 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;

And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.)

-5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes!-

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er-

o Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

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HYMN 67. C. M.

G

Arundel. [*]

God's eternal Dominion.

REAT God! how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
g Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
a Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

-3 Nature and time quite naked lie,
To thine immense survey,-
From the formation of the sky,
To the great burning day.

g 4 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears
Great God! there's nothing new.

5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares;

g While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturbed affairs.

a 6 Great God! how infinite art thou!
a What worthless worms are we!
g Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee!

HYMN 68. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [*] The humble Worship of God.

FThe place of thine abode;

NATHER, I long, I faint to see

o I'd leave the earthly courts, and flee Up to thy seat, my God!

-2 Here 1 behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasant sight;

o But, to abide in thine embrace, Is infinite delight..

-3 I'd part with all the joys of sense, To gaze upon thy throne;

Pleasure springs fresh forever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

o 4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen;
In shining ranks they move;
And drink immortal vigor in,

With wonder and with love.

p 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear,
Th' adoring armies fall:

With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th' eternal ALL.

6 [There would I vie with all the host,
In duty and in bliss:

While less than nothing I could boast,
And vanity-confess.]

-7 The more thy glories strike mine eves,
The humbler I shall lie;

Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurably high.

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HYMN 69. C. M. Christmas. [*]
The Faithfulness of God in the Promises.

BEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme,

And speak some boundless thing,→ g The mighty works, or mightier Name Of our eternal King.

-2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad;

e Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God.

o 3 Proclaim-Salvation from the Lord, For wretched, dying men;

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g

--His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an immortal pen.

4 Engraved, as in eternal brass,--
The mighty promise shines;

Nor can the powers of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.

e 5 He who can dash whole worlds to death, And make them when he please!

o He speaks, and that almighty breath
Fulfills his great decrees.

6 (His very word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.

d7 He said, Let the wide heaven be spread,
And heaven was stretched abroad;
Abra'am, I'll be thy God, he said,

And he was Abra'am's God.)

e 8 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, Thou art mine!

-Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.

o 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think my heaven secure !

o I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more.]

HYMN 70. L. M. [*]

God's Dominion over the Sea. Psalm cvii. 23, &c.

[GOD of the seas, thy thundering voice

Makes all the roaring waves rejoice!

And one soft word of thy command
Can sink them silent in the sand.

2 If but a Moses waves his rod,
The sea divides, and owns its God;
The stormy floods their Maker knew
And let his chosen armies through.
3 The scaly shoals amidst the sea
To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay,

The meanest fish that swims the flood,
Leaps up, and means a praise to God."
4 The larger monsters of the deep
On thy commands attendance keep;
By thy permission, sport and play,
And cleave along their foaming way.
5 If God his voice of tempest rears,
Leviathan lies still, and fears:
Anon he lifts his nostrils high,
And spouts the ocean to the sky.
6 How is thy glorious power adored,
Amidst these watery nations, Lord;
Yet the bold men that trace the seas,—
Bold men refuse their Maker's praise.
7 What scenes of miracles they see,
And never tune a song to thee!
While on the flood they safely ride,
They curse the hand that smooths the tide!"

8 Anon they plunge in watery graves,
And some drink death among the waves:
Yet the surviving crew blaspheme,
Nor own the God that rescued them!
9 Oh, for some signal of thy hand!
Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land;
Great Judge! descend, lest men deny
That there's a God that rules the sky.]

From the 70th to the 108th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of rhyme, in the first and third lines of the stanza.

HYMN 71. C. M.

Devizes. [*]

Praise to God from all Creatures.

THE glories of my Maker, God,
My joyful voice shall sing;

And call the nations to adore

Their Former and their King.

2 "Twas his right hand that shaped our clay, And wrought this human frame;

But from his own immediate breath

Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal powers to God, And worship with our tongues;