52.

"Be Thou exalted, O God, above the
Heavens."-Psalm 57.

10 GOD, my heart is fully bent

To magnify thy name;

My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 Awake, my lute, nor thou, my harp,
Thy warbling notes delay;
While I, with early hymns of joy,
Prevent the dawning day.

3 To all the listening tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell;

And to those nations sing thy praise
That round about us dwell;-

4 Because thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heaven transcends,
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.

5 Be thou, O God, exalted high
Above the starry frame;

And let the world, with one consent,
Confess thy glorious name.

126.

"The Lord sitteth King for ever."
Psalm 29.

1 YE hosts of heaven, ye mighty ones, Ascribe, with one accord,

The strength, the power, the majesty,
To your almighty Lord.

2 Give glory to his holy name,
And honor him alone;
In beauty meet of holiness
Approach his lofty throne.
3 Jehovah's voice of majesty
Is on the waters wide;
The God of glory thundereth,
And on the seas doth ride.
4 Jehovah sits upon the floods,
And tempests rage in vain;

Jehovah sits as Sovereign King,
And evermore shall reign.

167. Eternity of God's Mercy.-Psalm 136.

1 О, praise the Lord! for he is good;
In him we rest obtain:

His mercy has through ages stood,
And ever shall remain.

2 Let all the people of the Lord
His praises spread around;
Let them his grace and love record,
Who have salvation found.

3 Now let the east in him rejoice,
The west its tribute bring,

The north and south lift up their voice
In honor of their King.

4 Oh, praise the Lord! for he is good;
In him we rest obtain:

His mercy has through ages stood,
And ever shall remain.

486." Oh, how I love thy Law !"-Psalm 119.

1 Он, how I love thy holy law!
"Tis daily my delight;

And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.

2 My waking eyes prevent the day
To meditate thy word;

My soul with longing melts away
To hear thy gospel, Lord.

3 How doth thy word my heart engage!
How well employ my tongue!
And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heavenly song.

4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace

Are pillars to support my hope,
And there I write thy praise.

Thy work."-Psalm 92.

469.

Praise to the Trinity.

1 PRAISES to him who built the hills;
Praises to him the stream who fills;
Praises to him who lights each star
That sparkles in the blue afar.

2 Praises to him who wakes the morn,
And bids it glow with beams new-born;
Who draws the shadows of the night,
Like curtains, o'er our wearied sight.

3 Praises to him whose love has given,
In Christ his Son, the life of heaven;
Who for our darkness, gives us light,
And turns to day our deepest night.

4 Praises to him in grace who came
To bear our woe and sin and shame;
Who lived to die, who died to rise,
The God-accepted sacrifice.

5 Praises to him the chain who broke,
Opened the prison, burst the yoke,
Sent forth the captives glad and free,
Heirs of an endless liberty.

6 Praises to him who sheds abroad
Within our hearts the love of God,-
The Spirit of all truth and peace,
The source of joy and holiness.

7 To Father, Son, and Spirit, now
The hands we lift, the knee we bow;
To God Jehovah thus we raise

The ransomed sinner's song of praise!

And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things,-

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

3 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight, Of our Almighty Father's throne; There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,

Clothed in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall:
The God shines gracious through the
Man,

And sheds sweet glorics on them all.

5 Oh! what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumph of their King!

6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above;
And stand and bow among them there,
And view thy face, and sing, and love!

DOXOLOGY.

ETERNAL Father! throned above,
Thou Fountain of redeeming love!
Eternal Word! who left thy throne
For man's rebellion to atone;
Eternal Spirit, who dost give
That grace whereby our spirits live:
Thou God of our salvation, be
Eternal praises paid to thee!

Lord."-Psalm 92.

1 SWEET is the work, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,

To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet, at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell:

And when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice

With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy,

Be every Sabbath given,

That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

Christ the Day-star.

1 WE lift our hearts to thee,

Thou Day-star from on high: The sun itself is but thy shade, Yet cheers both earth and sky. 2 Oh, let thy rising beams

Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love,
Come like the morning light!

3 How beauteous nature now!
How dark and sad before!-
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

4 May we this life improve,

To mourn for errors past;
And live this short, revolving day
As if it were our last.

53.

"Welcome, sweet day of rest."

1 WELCOME, Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise,
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here may we sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where my dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

401.

arms."

1 To praise our Shepherd's care,

His wisdom, love and might,
Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare,
And bid the world unite.

2 Supremely good and great,

He tends his blood-bought fold:

He stoops, though throned in highest state,

The feeblest to uphold.

3 He hears their softest plaint;

He sees them when they roam;

And if his meanest lamb should faint,
His bosom bears it home.

4 Kind Shepherd of the sheep!

A weary flock are we;

And snares and foes are nigh; but keep
The lambs who look to thee.

5 And if through death's dark vale
Our feet should early tread,

Oh, may we reach thy fold, and hail
The love which us hath led!

TYTHERTON. S. M.

Psalm 48.

1 GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace-
How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

4 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,

How well our God secures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.

5 In every new distress,

We'll to his house repair,

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.