Imatges de pÓgina


C. M.

Severo Chastisement deprecated.
Af A ;

MID thy wrath, remember love,
Nor let a father's chastening prove

Like an avenger's sword.
2 My sins a heavy load appear,

And o'er my head are gone;
The burden, Lord, I cannot bear,

Nor e'er the guilt atone.

3 But I'll confess my guilty ways,

And grieve for all my sin ;
I'll mourn how weak the seeds of grace,

And beg support divine.
mr 4 Thou art my God-my only hope;

And thou wilt hear my cry:
Thou, Lord, wilt bear my spirit up,

Nor let thy servant die.

39 FIRST PART. L. M. Windham.

Brevity of human Life.

# let me, gracious Lord, extend

My view to life's approaching end !
What are my days ?-a span their line;
And what my age, compared with thine?
2 Our life, advancing to its close,
While scarce its earliest dawn it knows,
Swift, through an empty shade, we run,
And vanity and man are one.
3 God of my fathers !-here, as they,
I walk, the pilgrim of a day;
A transient guest, thy works admire,
And instant

to my home retire.
4 Oh spare me, Lord-in mercy, spare,
And nature's failing strength repair,

E'er, life's short circuit wandered o’er,
Len I perish- and am seen no nioro


39 Second PART. L. M. Medway

ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,

Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,

To spend the remnant to thy praise.
2 My days are shorter than a span;

A little point my life appears :
How frail, at best, is dying man!

How vain are all his hopes and fears !
Af 3 Oh, be a heavenly portion mine!

My God, 1 bow before thy throne; mf Earth's fleeting treasure I resign,

And fix my hope on thee alone.

39 THIRD PART. C. M. Wachusett. mp TEACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my frame:
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,

How short the fleeting time!
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.
3 What can I wish, or wait for then,

From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint our trust.
mfli 4 Now I forbid my carnal hope,

My fond desire recall :
I give my mortal interest up,
And make tuy God my all.

40 FIRST Part. C, M. Nottingham

Thrust in God and Deliverance.
WAITED meekly for the Lord,

He bowed to hear my cry:
He saw me resting on his word,

And brought salvation nigb.

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f. 2 Firm on a rock-he made me stand,

And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,

In new and thankful song.
3 I'll spread his works of grace abroad,

The saints with joy shall hear,
And sinners learn to make my God

Their only hope and fear.

40 SECOND PART. C.M. Jordan.

Incarnation and Atonement of Christ.
BEHOLD the blest Redeemer comes,

The eternal Son appears,
And at th' appointed time assumes

The body God prepares.
2 Much he revealed his Father's grace,

And much his truth he showed:
He preached the way of righteousness

Where great assemblies stood.
3 IIis father's honor touched his heart,

He pitied sinners' cries;
And to fulfil a Saviour's part

Was made a sacrifice.
4 No blood of beasts, on altars shed,

Could wash the conscience clean, 1 Bui the rich sacrifice he paid

Atones for all our sin.

40 THIRD PART. C. M. Bedford. mf O LORD, how infinite thy love!

How wondrous are thy ways !
Let earth beneath-let heaven above,

Combine to sing thy praise.
2 Man in immortal beauty shone,

Thy noblest work below;
Too soon by sin made heir alone

To death-and endless wo.
3 Then—"Lo! I come,” the Saviour said

Oh be his name adored!
Who with his blood, our ransom paid,

And life and bliss restored.

f 4 O Lord, how infinite thy love!

How wondrous are thy ways!
Let earth beneath-let heaven above,

Combine to sing thy praise.

41 FIRST PART. L. M. 6. Belville.

Blessedness of the Merciful.
LEST who with generous pity glows,
Bows to the poor man's wants his ear,
And wipes the helpless orphan's tear:
In every want-in every wo,
Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know.
2 Thy love his life shall guard—thy hand
Give to his lot the chosen land;
Nor leave him, in the dreadful day,
To unrelenting foes a prey.
In sickness thou shalt raise his head,
And make with tenderest care his bed.

41 SECOND PART. L. M. Quito.

BLEST is the man, whose tender care

Relieves the poor in their distress;
Whose pity wipes the widow's tear,

Whose hand supports the fatherless.
2 His heart contrives for their relief

Μο good than his own hand can do;
He, in the time of general grief,

Shall find the Lord has pity too.
3 Or, if he languish on his bed,

God will pronounce his sins forgiven;
Will save from death his sinking head,

Or take his willing soul to heaven.

41 THIRD PART. C. M. Litchfield

HAPPY the man, whose tender care

Relieves the poor distressed!

When he's by trouble coinpassed round, fren The Lord shall give him rest.

2 If he, in languishing estate,

Oppressed with sickness lie,
The Lord will easy make his bed,

And inward strength supply.
3 Let, therefore, Israel's Lord and God

Through every age be praised ;
And all the people's glad applause

With loud hosannas raised.

42 First Part. L. M. Hingham. Trusting in God in Times of Despondency.

But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record,

When I have found my God was kind.
2 Yet will the Lord command his love,

When I address his throne by day,
Nor in the night his grace remove;

The night shall hear me sing and pray.
3 I'll chide my heart, that sinks so low;

Why should my soul indulge in grief?
Hope in the Lord--and praise him too;

He is my rest-my sure relief.
mf 4 O God, thou art my hope, my joy ;

Thy light and truth shall guide me still ;
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,

And lead me to thine heavenly hill. 42 SECOND PART. C. M. Dedham. mp AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God—the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine;
mr Oh, when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine !
3 Why restless-why cast down, my soul?

Trust God-and he'll employ
His aid for thee--and change these sighe

To thankful hymns of joy.

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