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40 spread thy cov’ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease, And at our Father's loved abode,
Our souls arrive in peace. 5 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand,
Our humble prayers implore; And thou shalt be our chosen God,
Our portion evermore. 59
L. M. The bond of love.
PRATSE waits in Zion, Lord,
for thee ;
Thy saints adore thy holy Name; Thy creatures bend the obedient knee,
And, humbly, now thy presence claim. 2 Eternal Source of truth and light,
To thee we look, on thee we call; Lord, we are nothing in thy sight,
But thou to us art all in all. 3 Still may thy children in thy word
Their common trust and refuge see; 0, bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great bond,—the love of thee. 4 So shall our sun of hope arise,
With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes
With beams of everlasting day. 60
C. M. Divine guidance and safety. EFORE thy mercy-seat, O Lord,
Behold, thy servants stand,
The guidance of thy hand.
Dwell richly in each heart;
We never may depart.
3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,
Unfold its hidden store;
Its value more and more.
Beaming from every page;
Our inmost souls engage. 5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides,
Shall we be truly blest;
An everlasting rest.
Confession, prayer, and praise.
! when we hiens pefore thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
And hate what we deplore.
True penitence impart:
Beam peace into each heart.
O let our wills resign;
Which is not wholly thine. 4 And when with heart and voice we strive
Our grateful hymns to raise, Let love divine within us live,
And fill our souls with praise.
Thy mercies we'll review;
Thou, God, art Father too!
THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The psalmist's sacred harp was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, ,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue : 2 Not now on Zion's height alone The favour'd worshipper may dwell
, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 0 Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung ; To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS.
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies; See—from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise. 2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name. 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God;
Bow down before him and adore.
With all the blue ethereal sky,
3 What, though in solemn silence all
A tongue in every flower,
Of thy almighty power;
Proclaim their Maker's praise,
To thee an anthem raise.
'Midst nature's loud acclaim ? Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name?
Nature shall cease to be ;
Immortal life to me. 67
How glorious is thy Name;
Throughout creation's frame. 2 In native white and red
The rose and lily stand, And, free from pride, their beauties spread,
To show thy skilful hand.