1 WHILST Thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed,
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye without a tear
The gathering storm shall see;
My stedfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on thee!
1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore him; Praise him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws, which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high his power proclaim;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation,
Praise and magnify his name.
1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:-
He is the tower
To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,
Nor fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes,
Which never sleep,
Shall Israel keep,
When dangers rise
3 No burning heat by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head,
By night or noon.
4 Hast thou not given thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath.
I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,
Till from on high
Thou call me home.
The Lord's Day.
Pleyel's Hymn.
1 MAKER of the Sabbath day,
Teach us how to praise and pray;
Thou this blessed day hast given,
To prepare our souls for heaven.
2 Ruler of the earth and sky,
Lord of all below, or high;
Make the young, as well as old,
Sheep of our Redeemer's fold.
3 Friend of children, hear our prayer;
Let no trifling feeling dare
Steal the precious hours away,
Of this sacred Sabbath day.
1 God, thou art good! each perfumed flower,
The waving field, the dark green wood,
The insect fluttering for an hour,——
All things proclaim that God is good.
2 I hear it in each breath of wind;
The hills that have for ages stood,
And clouds with gold and silver lined,-
All still repeat that God is good.
3 Each little rill, that many a year
Has the same verdant path pursued,
And every bird, in accents clear,
Joins in the song that God is good.
4 The countless hosts of twinkling stars,
That sing his praise with light renewed;
The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, God is good.
5 The moon that walks in brightness, says
That God is good! and man, endued
With power to speak his Maker's praise,
Should still repeat that God is good.
1 My God! thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.
2 T is love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil:
In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.
3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smiles in every vale.
4 But in thy word we see it shine
With grace and glory more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;
There faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heaven.
5 Then let the love, that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude;
And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.
Invocation.
Italian Hymn.
1 COME, thou Almighty King!
Help us thy name to sing!
Help us to praise!
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