3 By her, this favour'd nation bless ;
To her wise counsels give success;
In peace, in war, thine aid be seen!
Confirm her strength :-Oh! save our Queen!
4 And when all earthly thrones decay,
And earthly glories fade away,
Give her a nobler throne on high,
A crown of immortality.

LORD, I would delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;

To thee in ev'ry trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend!

2 When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same:
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy Name!

3 No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in thee;

I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.

4 O Lord, I cast my care on thee;
I triumph and adore;

Henceforth, my great concern shall be,
To love and praise thee more.

218 Hymn.

1

C. M.

LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine!

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3 Wisdom and mercy guide my way:
Shall I resist them both,-

A

poor, blind creature of a day,

And crush'd before the moth ?

4 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away!

219 Hymn.

1

C. M.

THOU, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee:

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
My God, remember me!

2 When, pressing on my burden'd heart,
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, thy peace impart :
In love remember me!

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

Oh! let my strength be as my day :
For good remember me!

4 If, for thy sake, upon my name,
Shame and reproaches be,

Then hail, reproach! and welcome, shame!
If thou remember me.

5 When, in the solemn hour of death,
I wait thy just decree,

Be this the pray'r of my last breath,
O Lord, remember me!

6 And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,

Then, with the saints, at thy right hand,
Still, Lord, remember me!

220 Hymn.

1

C. M.

THOU, whose care our footstep guides,
Whose arm is all our stay;

Whose goodness for our want provides,
And wipes our tears away;—

2 To thee, O Lord, in all distress,
For help and peace we flee:
Oh! teach us rightly to express
Our gratitude to thee!

3 To beds of pain, and scenes of woe,
We would thy bounty bear;
And sympathy and help bestow,
To soothe each suff'rer there.

4 Freely to us, for thy great Name,
Rich gifts thy love imparts:

Then, Lord, to own a brother's claim,
Incline our thankful hearts.

221 Hymn.

8-7-4's.

'ER the gloomy hills of darkness
Look, my soul! be still, and gaze;

All the promises do travail

With a glorious day of grace.
Bless'd jubilee!

Let thy glorious morning dawn.

2 Let the Indian, let the Negro,
Let the rude barbarian, see
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtained on Calvary :
Let the Gospel

Loud resound from pole to pole!

3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, thy glorious light;
And, from eastern coast to western,
Let the morning chase the night:
Chase the darkness

From their long-benighted eyes.

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel!
Win and conquer, never cease:
May thy lasting wide dominions
Multiply and still increase!
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.

222 Hymn.

1

O'

8-7-4's.

'ER the realms of pagan darkness
Let the eye of pity gaze;

See the kindreds of the people
Lost in sin's bewild'ring maze :
Darkness brooding

On the face of all the earth!

2 Light of them who sit in darkness,
Rise and shine;-thy blessings bring!
Light to lighten all the Gentiles!
Rise with healing in thy wing:
To thy brightness

Let all kings and nations come!

3 Let the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshipping before thee,
Serve the living God alone:
Let thy glory

Fill the earth, as floods the sea!

4 Thou, to whom all pow'r is given,
Speak the word;-at thy command,
Let the company of preachers

Spread thy Name from land to land:
Lord, be with them

Always, till time's latest end!

223 Hymn.

1

OF

L. M.

FT as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul, Let each one ask himself—" Am I Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?"

2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.

3 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in thee:
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sin, and in me live.

4 Then, when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.'

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