3. Then blesséd be the hand that gave,
Still blessed when he takes;
Blesséd be he who smites to save,
Who heals the heart he breaks:
Perfect and true are all his ways,
Whom heaven adores, and death obeys.

682.

A Song of Deliverance.

1. I LOVE the Lord, whose gracious ear
Was open to my cry;

He bade me, in the time of fear,
Upon his grace rely:

Long as I live I'll trust his care,
To him address my fervent prayer.

2. Death's sorrows had encompassed me,
I felt the pains of hell;

On every side was misery,

My woes no tongue could tell: Then I broke forth, without control, "Lord, I beseech thee, save my soul !"

3. Tender and gracious is his name;
Our God is ever kind;

The meek shall his protection claim,
The humble, mercy find:
Unto thy rest, my soul, return,
The bounties of thy God discern.

4. The Lord hath kept my soul from death,
Preserved my eyes from tears;
My feet from falling, where beneath
Were spread the fowler's snares:
Living, I'll walk before the Lord;
His name for ever be adored.

1. FORGET thyself, Christ bade thee come To think upon his love,

Which could reverse the sinner's doom,
And write his name above;
Bid the returning rebel live,
And freely all his sins forgive.

2. Forget thyself, and think what pain,
What agony he bore,

To wash away each guilty stain,
To bless thee evermore :
To fit thee for his high abode,
The temple of the living God.
3. Forget thyself, but let thy soul
With memories o'erflow,
Rejoice in his supreme control,

And seek his will to know.
With thankful heart approach the feast,
And thou wilt be a welcome guest.

684. Heavenly Anticipations.

1. PRISONERS of hope, we're passing thro'
Hard scenes of toil and care;
But heavenly mansions are in view,
And we shall soon be there :
Before the eye of faith there stand
The palaces at God's right hand.
2. As, one by one, we end the race,
And lay our armor down,
Our bodies find a resting-place,
Our souls a heavenly crown:
We enter life as yet unknown,
Where songs of praise surround the
throne.

3. Our sainted friends have gone before,
While we are lingering here,

To dwell with joy for evermore

In heaven's exalted sphere:
With quickening steps we follow on
To the blest realm where they have gone.

4. Not yet, not yet, my struggling soul,
Hast thou obtained the prize;
Conflicts will come, and troubles roll,
And foes unseen arise:

But God's right arm shall still prevail,
His love can never, never fail.

685.

The Glory of God in Nature.

1. SINCE o'er thy footstool here below
Such radiant gems are strown,
O, what magnificence must glow,

Great God! about thy throne !
So brilliant here these drops of light-
There the full ocean rolls, how bright!

2. If night's blue curtain of the sky-
With thousand stars inwrought,
Hung like a royal canopy

With glittering diamonds fraught—
Be, Lord, thy temple's outer vail,
What splendor at the shrine must dwell!
3. The dazzling sun, at noonday hour-
Forth from his flaming vase,
Flinging o'er earth the golden shower,
Till vale and mountain blaze-
But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine,
What, then, the day where thou dost
shine!

4. O, how shall these dim eyes endure
That noon of living rays!
Or how our spirits, so impure,
Upon thy glory gaze!

Anoint, O Lord, anoint our sight,
And fit us for that world of light.

WARWICK. C. M.

STANLEY.

3. This is the grace that lives, and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

4. Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away,
To see our smiling God.

687. Worship of God in his Temple. 1. PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; There shall our vows be paid; Thou hast an ear when sinners pray; All flesh shall seek thine aid.

2. O Lord, our guilt and fears prevail;
But pardoning grace is thine,
And thou wilt grant us power and skill
To conquer every sin.

3. Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose
To bring them near thy face;
Give them a dwelling in thy house,
To feast upon thy grace.

4. In answering what thy church requests,
Thy truth and terror shine;
And works of dreadful righteousness
Fulfill thy kind design.

5. Thus shall the wondering nations see
The Lord is good and just;
And distant islands fly to thee,

And make thy name their trust.

Thirsting after God.

688.
1. As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God! for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2. For thee, my God, the living God!
My thirsty soul doth pine!
Oh! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3. I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord! wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise
And none more blessed than I.

4. Why restless, why cast down my soul
Trust God, and thou shalt sing
His praise again, and find him still
Thy health's eternal spring.

PENIEL C. M.* GENTLY.

HASTINGS.

1. My God! the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights;
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun;

He is my soul's sweet morning star,
And he my rising sun.

3. The opening heavens around me shine,
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers-I am his.

4. My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
T'embrace my dearest Lord.

5. Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.

But, in thy sacred word,

I read in fairer, brighter lines,

My bleeding, dying Lord.

3. 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And sin and sorrow rise,

Thy love, with cheering beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.

4. But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;
My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.

5. Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light!
Oh! come with blissful ray;
Break radiant through the shades of
night,

And chase my fears away.

6. Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love;
But the full glories of thy face
Are only known above.

Doxology.

To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, all divine,

The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.

Arranged from "MANHATTAN COLL."

PSALM 146. L. P. M.

BOLD.

While life, and thought,and being last,

691. Praise to God for his Goodness and

Mercy.

1. I'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2. Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God;-he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their
train:

His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.

3. He loves his saints-he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;

Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage:

Praise him in everlasting strains.

4. I'll praise him while he lends me breath And, when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

692. The Excellency of the Scriptures. 1. I LOVE the volumes of thy word; What light and joy these leaves afford To souls benighted and distrest! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

Thy promise leads my heart to rest.