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2 He, ever watchful, ever nigh,

Forbids my feet to slide;
Nor sleep nor slumber seals the eye

of Israel's guard and guide.
3 Around His saints, arrayed in migut,

His guardian shield He spreads; Nor sun by day, nor moon by night,

Shall smite their favoured heads. 4 He shall preserve their souls from sin,

He shall their strength restore;
Their going out and coming in,
Shall bless for evermore.

8.7. 564 He led them forth by the right wuy.

-Ps. 107, 7. 1 Father

O'er the world's tempestuous sea; Guide us, guard us, keep us, feed us,

For we have no help but Thee; Yet possessing every blessing,

If our God our Father be. 2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us,

All our weakness Thou dost know; Thou didst tread the earth before us,

Thou didst feel its keenest woe; Lone and dreary, faint and weary,

Through the desert Thou didst go. 3 Spirit of our God, descending,

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy;
Love with every feeling blending,

Pleasures that can never cloy:
Thus provided, pardoned, guided,
Nothing can our peace destroy.

C.M. 565 I drew them with banuls of love.

Hos. 11, 4.
1 My God, what silken

cords are Thinc,
While power, and truth, and love com-
To draw our souls along.

(bine 2 Thon sawest us crushed beneath the Of Satan and of sin:

[yoke Thy hand the iron bondage broke,

Our worthless hearts to win. 3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins

One inoment takes away;

And grace, when first the war begins,

Secures the crowning day. 4 Comfort, through all this vale of tears,

In rich profusion flows,
And glory of unnumbered years

Eternity bestows. 5 Drawn by such cords, we onward move

Till round Thy throne we meet; And, captives in the chains of love, Embrace our Conqueror's feet.

C.M. 566 He had respect unto the recompence

of the 1 MY soul, with all thy wakened

Survey the heavenly prize!
Nor let these glittering toys of earth

Allure thy wandering eyes. 2 The splendid crown, which Moses

Still beams around his brow, (sought, Though soon great Pharoah's sceptred

Was taught by death to bow. (pride 3 The joys and treasures of a day

I cheerfully resign;
Rich in that large, immortal store,

Secured by grace divine.
4 Let fools my wiser choice deride,

Angels and God approve;
Nor scorn of men, nor rage of hell,

My stedfast soul shall move.
5 With ardent eye that bright reward

1 daily will survey; And in the blooming prospect lose The sorrows of the way.

C.M. 567 The God of all grace hath called us

unto His eternal glory.1 Pet.5,10. 1 1 HO

OW rich Thy favours, God of grace!

How various and divine!
Full as the ocean they are poured,

And bright as heaven they shine. 2 He to eternal glory calls,

And leads the wondrous way
To Ilis own palace, where He reigns
In uncreated day.

3 Jesus, the herald of His love,

Displays the radiant prize;
And shows the purchase of His blood

To our admiring eyes.
4. He perfects what His hand begins,

And stone on stone He lays;
Till firm and fair the building rise,

A temple to His praise.
5 The songs of everlasting years

That mercy shall attend, (hour, Which leads, through sufferings of an To joys that never end.

112th. 568 He led them forth by the right way.

-Ps. 107, 7. 1 1 , Guide

Of all who travel to the sky, Come, and with

us, e'en us abide, Who would on Thee alone rely: On Thee alone our spirits stay,

While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place;
We hasten through the vale of woe,
And, restless to behold Thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,

Our everlasting home above. 3 We've no abiding city here,

But seek a city out of sight,
Thither our steady course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light;
Jerusalem, the saints' abode,

Whose founder is the living God.
4 Raised by the breath of love divine,

We tread the way the saints have trod;
The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.

S.M. 569 to the only wise God, our Saviour,

be glory and majesty.-Jude 25. 1

10 God the Only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring.

2 Tis His almighty love,

His counsel and His care.
Preserve us safe from sin and death,

And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls,

Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of His face,

With joys divinely great. 4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of His grace,

And make His wonders known, 5 To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belong, Immortal crowns of majesty,

And Heaven's eternal song.

C.M. 570

place, and forgive.-1 Kings 8, 39. 1 FATHER of all our mercies, Thou

In whom we move and live, Hear us in heaven Thy dwelling now,

And answer and forgive. 2 When bound with sins and trespasses,

From wrath we fain would flee, Lord, cancel our unrighteousness,

And set the captives free. 3 When harassed by ten thousand foes

Our helplessness we feel;
O give the weary soul repose,

The wounded spirit heal. 4 When dire temptations gather round,

And threaten or allure By storm or calm,--in Thee be found

A refuge strong and sure. 5 As age advances, may we grow

In faith, and hope, and love; And walk in holiness below,

To holiness above.
6 When earthly joys and cares depart,

Desire and envy cease,
Be Thou the portion of our heart,

In Thee may we have peace,

7 When flames these elements destroy,

And worlds in judgment stand, May we lift up our heads with joy,

And meet at Thy right hand.


571 waiting for the consolation of 1 COME, Thou long expected Jesus !

Israel-Luke 25

Born Thy
From our fears and sins release us,

Let us find our rest in Thee:
2 Israel's strength and consolation,

Hope of all the saints Thou art: Dear Desire of every nation

Joy of every longing heart. 3 Born Thy people to deliver;

Born a child and yet a King; Born to reign in us for ever,

Now Thy gracious kingdomn bring. 4 By Thine own eternal Spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

572 1 will sing praise to my God


L.M. I have my being.-Ps. 104, 33. 1 LOD of my life, through all its days

Thy praise; The song shall wake with opening light,

And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my

rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing

breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,

Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all its powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall

And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

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