3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

4 With all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

59. 8s & 7s.

Peace and Pardon.

1 FAR from mortal cares retreating-
Sordid hopes and fond desires;
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires;
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above proclaiming

Peace and pardon from the skies.

2 Who may share that great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined.
Blessings all around bestowing,

God withholds his care from none;
Grace and love are ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.

3 Every stain of guilt deploring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful to thy holy laws-

Watts.

Lord, with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love,
Thou, our Sun and Shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.

J. Taylor.

60. C. M.

Reverence in Worship.

1 WITH reverence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord;
His high commands with reverence hear,
And tremble at his word.

2 How terrible thy glories are!

How bright thine armies shine!
What glory may with thine compare !
What power can rival thine!

3 The northern pole, and southern, rest
On thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day from east to west
Move round at thy command,

4 Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boisterous deep;

Thou makest the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

5 Justice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet boundless is thy grace;

And truth and mercy, joined in one,
Invite us near thy face.

Watts.

61. L. M.

The only living and true God.

1 ETERNAL God! almighty cause

Of earth and seas, and worlds unknown; All things are subject to thy laws; All things depend on thee alone. 2 Thy glorious being singly stands Of all within itself possessed; By none controlled in thy commands, And in thyself completely blessed.

3 Thine be our hearts, and thine our songs, And to thy glory may we live ; Worship to thee alone belongs,

Worship to thee alone we give.

4 Spread thy great name through every land;
In every heart erect thy throne;
Subdue the world to thy command,
And as thou art, reign, God alone.

Formal worship, vain.

1 GOD is a Spirit, just and wise;

He sees our inmost mind;

In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our hearts behind.

2 Nothing but truth, before his throne
With honor can appear;

The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bended knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice Wherein no heart is found.

Browne.

4 Lord, search our thoughts, and try our ways, And make our souls sincere ; Then shall we stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.

63.

C. M.

God the only Object of Worship.

Watts.

1 O God, our strength, to thee the song
With grateful hearts we raise;
To thee, and thee alone, belong
All worship, love, and praise.
2 In trouble's dark and stormy hour
Thine ear hath heard our prayer;
And graciously thine arm of power
Hath saved us from despair.

3 And thou, O ever gracious Lord,
Wilt keep thy promise still,
If meekly hearkening to thy word
We haste to do thy will.

4 Led by the light thy grace imparts,
We would not bow the knee

To idols, which our wayward hearts
Set up instead of thee.

64. 8s and 7s.

Spirit of the Psalms.

Close of Divine Service.

1 PRAISE to Him by whose kind favor, Heavenly truth has reached our ears;

May its sweet reviving savor

Fill our hearts and calm our fears.

2 Truth! how sacred is the treasure!
Teach us, Lord, its worth to know;
Vain the hope, and short the pleasure,
Which from other sources flow.

3 What of truth we have been hearing,
Fix, O Lord, in every heart;
In the day of thy appearing,
May we share thy people's part.

4 Till we leave this world forever,
May we live beneath thine eye;
This our aim, our sole endeavor,
Thine to live and thine to die.

Percy Street Coll.

65. C. M.

Close of the Evening Service.

1 Soon will our fleeting hours be past;
And as the setting sun

Sinks downward in the radiant west,
Our parting beams be gone.

2 May He from whom all blessings flow,
Our sacred rites attend,
Uniting all in wisdom's ways,
Till life's short journey end;

3 And as the rapid sands run down,
Our virtue still improve,

Till each receive the glorious crown
Of never-fading love.

Kippis' Coll.