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,

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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,

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Behold, thy servants stand,
To ask the knowledge of thy word,

The guidance of thy hand.
2 Let thy eternal truths, we pray,

Dwell richly in each heart;
That from the safe and narrow way

We never may depart.

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3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,

Unfold its hidden store;
And as we hear, O may we feel

Its value more and more.
4 Help us to see the Saviour's love

Beaming from every page;
And let the thoughts of joys above

Our inmost souls engage. 5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides,

Shall we be truly blest;
And safe arrive where love provides

An everlasting rest.

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Confession, prayer, and praise.

LORDA

! when we hiens pefore thy throne,

And our confessions pour,
O may we feel the sins we own,

And hate what we deplore.
2 Our contrite spirits pitying see;

True penitence impart:
And let a healing ray from thee

Beam peace into each heart.
3 When we disclose our wants in prayer,

O let our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share,

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.
5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell,

Thy mercies we'll review;
With love divine, transported, tell-

Thou, God, art Father too!

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Grace, pardon, life.
ATHER of heaven, whose love profound

A ransom
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard’ning love extend.
2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord !
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick’ning power extend.
4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead! Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend l;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.
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True worship everywhere accepted.
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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.

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God seen in his works.
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THERE is a God—all nature speaks,

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.

TH

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The heavens declare His glory.
THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim :
The' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the list’ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth 1;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3 What, though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What, though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found ;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing as they shine,
The Hand that made us is divine.

THERE

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All His works praise Him.
MHERE seems a voice in every gale,

A tongue in every flower,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale

Of thy almighty power;
The birds, that rise on quiv’ring wing,

Proclaim their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring

To thee an anthem raise.
2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone

'Midst nature's loud acclaim ? Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,

Breathe forth thy holy name?
All nature's debt is small to mine,

Nature shall cease to be ;
Thou gavest-proof of love divine-

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His name is glorious.
LMIGHTY Maker, God,

How glorious is thy Name;
Thy wonders how diffused abroad,

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.

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