(111. 3.)

And, at our Father's lov'd abode

Our souls arrive in peace.
4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand

Our humble pray’rs implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

HYMN 203.

1 Chronicles xxix. 10–13. 1 BLESS'D be thou, the God of Israel,

Thou, our Father, and our Lord ! Bless'd thy majesty for ever!

Ever be thy name ador'd! 2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and greatness,

Glory, vict'ry, are thine own; All is thine in earth and heav'n,

Over all thy boundless throne, 3 Riches come of thee, and honour;

Pow'r and might to thee belong; Thine it is to make us prosper,

Only thine to make us strong. 4 Lord our God! for these, thy bounties,

Hymns of gratitude we raise ; To thy Name, for ever glorious, Ever we address our praise !

HYMN 204.

Proverbs iii. 13-17. 1 OH! happy is the man who hears

Religion's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice.
2 For she has treasures greater far

Than east or west unfold;
More precious are her bright rewards

Than gems, or stores of gold. 3 Her right hand offers to the just

Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,

And heav'nly crowns displays. 4 And, as her holy labours rise,

So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.

(C. X.) HYMN 205.

(L. M. Isaiah xl. 6-8. 1 THE morning flow'rs display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold; As careless of the noon-day heats,

And fearless of the ev'ning cold. 2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast,

Parch'd by the sun's more fervent ray, The momentary glories waste,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows; Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the op’ning rose. 4 But, worn by slowly rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,

If heav'n shall recompense our pains ; Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,

If firm the word of God remains.

HYMN 206.

(C. M.) Isaiah xl. 27-3k 1 WHY mournest thou, my anxious soul,

Despairing of relief,
As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares,

Or pitied not thy grief?
2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard,

That firm remains on high, The everlasting throne of Him

Who made the earth and sky? 3 Art thou afraid his pow'r will fail

In sorrow's evil day?
Can the Creator's mighty arm

Grow weary or decay ?
4 Supreme in wisdom as in pow'r

The rock of ages stands;
Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace

The working of his hands.

(C. M.)

5 He gives the conquest to the weak,

Supports the fainting heart; And courage in the evil hour

His heav'nly aids impart.
6 Mere human energy shall faint,

And youthful vigour cease;
But those who wait upon the Lord

In strength shall still increase.
7 They, with unwearied step, shall tread

The path of life divine;
With growing ardour onward move,

With growing brightness shine.
8 On eagles' wings they mount, they sour

On wings of faith and love;
Till, past the sphere of earth and sin,
They rise to heav'n above.

HYMN 207.

Isaiah lvii. 15.
1 THUS speaks the High and Lofty One;

My throne is fix'd on high;
There, through eternity, I hear

The praises of the sky:
2 Yet, looking down, I visit oft

The humble, hallow'd cell ;
And, with the penitent who mourn,

'Tis my delight to dwell.
3 My presence heals the wounded heart,

The sad in spirit cheers,
My presence, from the bed of dust,

The contrite sinner rears.
4 I dwell with all my humble saints

While they on earth remain ;
And they, exalted, dwell with me,
With me for ever reign.

HYMN 208.

Habakkuk iii. 17-19.
1 ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,
The budding fig-tree droop and die.

No oil the olive yield;
Yet will I trust me in my God,
Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod,

And by his grace be heald.
2 Though fields, in verdure once array'd,
By whirlwinds desolate be laid,

Or parch'd by scorching beam;

(II. L)

(C. M.)

Still in the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy; for, though his frown is just,

His mercy is supreme.
3 Though from the fold the flock decay,
Though herds lie famish'd o'er the lea,

And round the empty stall;
My soul above the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies;

There God is all in all.
4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest,
I yet will hope, and calmly rest,

Nay, triumph in his love;
My ligʻring soul, my tardy feet,
Free as the hind he makes and fleet,
To speed my course above.

HYMN 209.

St. John xiv. 6.
1 THOU art the way, to thee alone

From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the truth, thy word alone

True wisdoua can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind

And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the life, the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conqu’ring arm,
And those who put their trust in thee

Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life ;

Grant us that way to know,
That truth to keep, that life to win,

Whose joys eternal flow.

(8. M.)

HYMN 210.

Philippians ii. 12, 13. 1 HEIRS of unending life,

While yet we sojourn here, O let us our salvation work

With trembling and with fear. 2 God will support our hearts

With might before unknown; The work to be perform'd is ours,

The strength is all his own.

3 'Tis he that works to will,
'Tis he that works to do;

His is the pow'r by which we act,
His be the glory too!

HYMN 211.

Ephesians v. 14—17.

1 SINNER! rouse thee from thy sleep,
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
Raise thy spirit dark and dead,
Jesus waits his light to shed.

2 Wake from sleep, arise from death,
See the bright and living path:
Watchful tread that path; be wise,
Leave thy folly, seek the skies.

3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime,
From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay,
Evil is the mortal day.

4 Be not blind and foolish still,
Call'd of Jesus, learn his will:
Jesus calls from death and night,
Jesus waits to shed his light.

HYMN 212.

Hebrews xii. 1, 2.

1 LO! what a cloud of witnesses

Encompass us around;

Men once like us with suff'ring tried,
But now with glory crown'd.

2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir'd,
Strive in the Christian race;
And, freed from ev'ry weight of sin,
Their holy footsteps trace.

3 Behold a witness nobler still,
Who trod affliction's path,
Jesus, the author, finisher,
Rewarder of our faith:

4 He, for the joy before him set,
And mov'd by pitying love,
Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame,
And now he reigns above.

5 Thither, forgetting things behind,
Press we, to God's right hand!
There, with the Saviour and his saints
Triumphantly to stand.

(III. 1.)

(C. M.)