5 His holy angels pitch their tents, Around the men who serve the Lord; O! fear and love him, all ye saints, Taste of his grace, and trust his word. WATTS. HYMN 87. C. M. Peterboro. The Christian's farewell. 1 Ye golden lamps of heav'n farewell 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, 3 Ye stars are but the shining dust, The pavement of those heavenly courts 4 The Father of eternal light, Nor shall one moment's darkness mix, 5 No more the drops of piercing grief, Nor the meridian sun decline, 6 There all the millions of his saints And each the bliss of all shall view, HYMN 88. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Walsal. Meditation on Death. 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise, Converse awhile with death; Think how a gasping mortal lies, 2 But Oh, the soul! that never dies! 3 And must my body faint and die? 4 Jesus to thine almighty hand My naked soul I trust; And my flesh waits for thy command To drop into the dust. WATTS. HYMN 89. C. M. Brattle Street. The aged Christian's prayer and song. 1 God of my childhood, and my youth! I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth, 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim And leave the savour of thy name, 4 The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove; O, may these poor remains of breath, WATTS. HYMN 90. C. M. Dedham. Recovery from Sickness. 1 I love the Lord, he heard my cries, 2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear, 3 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, 4 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, WATTS. HYMN 91. C. M. Brattle Street. Devotion. 1 While thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes still'd; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be fill'd. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd, Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd; 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul most dear, 4 In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, My steadfast heart shall know no fear; WILLIAMS. HYMN 92. C. M. Brattle Street. The Lord's prayer. 1 Father of all we bow to thee, But present still through all thy works, 2 Forever hallow'd be thy name, And may thy kingdom still advance, 3 Thy gracious purpose, Lord! fulfil; And, as in heaven thy will is done, 4 Our wants with every morning grow, And on our souls the BREAD bestow 5 Our sins before thee we confess; As we to others mercy shew, 6 Still let thy grace our life direct; 7 For thine's the power, the kingdom thine, And thine shall ever be. HYMN 93. C. M. Arlington. Looking from earth to heaven. 1 When I can read my title clear engage, 2 Should earth against my soul 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, May I but safely reach my home, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. HYMN 94. C. M. Medfield. WATTS Christ's condescending regard to little children. Mark x. 14. 1 See Israel's gentle shepherd stand Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, |