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3 Lord, may we yield to thy command,

To thee still consecrate our days !
Perpetual blessings from thine hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

C. M.


True Happiness.
1 IN vain the erring world inquires

For some substantial good;
While earth confines their low desires,

They live on airy food.
2 Ilusive dreams of happiness

Their eager thoughts employ:
They wake, convinc'd their boasted bliss

Was visionary joy.
3 Begone, ye gilded vanities!

I seek some solid good :
To real bliss my wishes rise-
The favour of



4 Not all the good which earth bestows

Can fill the craving mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,

And leave a sting behind.
5 Grant, O my God, this one request!-

Oh, be thy grace alone
My ample portion,-here I rest!

For heaven is in the boon.

C. M.


Morning of the Lord's Day.
| LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Oft to thy House will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
3 O may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight,

And plain before my face !
4 All they who love and fear thy name

Shall see their hopes fulfill'd ;
The Mighty God shall compass them
With favour, as a shield.

I ON thee, O God of purity,

I wait for hallowing grace:
None without holiness shall see

The glories of thy face.
2 In souls unholy and unclean

Thou never canst delight;
Nor shall they, if enslav'd by sin,

Appear before thy sight.
3 But as for me, with humble fear

I will approach thy gate,
Though most unworthy to draw near,

Or in thy courts to wait.

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4 I trust in thine unbounded grace,

To all so freely given;
And worship in thine holy place,

And lift my soul to heaven.
5 Lead me in all thy righteous ways,

Nor suffer me to slide ;
Point out the path before my face;

My God, be thou my guide ! 6 Oh, may I ne'er to evil yield,

Defended from above,
And kept, and cover'd with the shield

Of thine Almighty love!

C. M.


Condescension of the Lord.
1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow,

Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou,

How glorious is thy name!
2 In heaven thy wond'rous acts are sung,

Nor fully reckon'd there :
And yet thou mak’st the infant tongue

Thy boundless praise declare. 3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,

Employs my wond'ring sight,
The moon that nightly rules the sky,

With stars of feebler light; 4 Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst love

To keep him in thy mind ?
Man's offspring what, that thou shouldst prove

To them so wond'rous kind ?

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heart prepare ;

5 ( Thou, to whom all creatures bow,

Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou,
How glorious is thy name!


The Praises of God. 1 TO celebrate thy praises, Lord, I will

And to the list’ning world, thy works,

Thy wondrous works, declare.
2 The thought of them shall to my soul

Exalted pleasure bring ;
Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High!

Triumphant praise I sing.
3 All those who have thy goodness provid,

Will in thy truth confide;
Thy mercy ne'er forsook the man

That on thy strength relied.
1 Sing praises therefore to the Lord,

From Sion, his abode;
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

(148) Security of the Righteous. 1 MY trust is in the Lord ;

What foe can injure me?
Why bid me like a bird

Before the fowler flee?
The Lord is on his heavenly throne,
And he will shield and save his own.


The wicked may assail,

The tempter sorely try,
All earth’s foundations fail,

All nature's springs be dry;
Yet God is in his holy shrine,
And I am strong while He is mine.
His foes a season here

May triumph and prevail ;
But, ah! the hour is near

When all their hopes must fail ;
While like the sun his saints shall rise,
And shine with him above the skies.



Pleading with God under Desertion.
1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

Like one that seeks his God in vain !
Canst thou thy face for ever hide,

And I still pray and be denied ?
2 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,


death conclude my grief! If thou withhold thy heavenly light,

I sleep in everlasting night.
3 How will the Powers of darkness boast,

If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,

And shall again behold thy face.
4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,

Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice in songs of praise.

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