Imatges de pÓgina

3 Almighty Power, to thee we bow !
How frail are we !-how glorious thou !
No more the sons of earth shall dare
With thee-th' eternal God-compare.

L. M. Duke Street. Lowell. 43

Angels the Ministers of God.
HIGH on a hill of dazzling light

The King of glory spreads his seat,
And hosts of angels stretched for flight,

Stand waiting round his awful feet.
2 Are they not all thy servants Lord ?

At thy command they go and come;
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home

L. M.

Dunstan. Lowell. 44

Perfections of God combined in his Government.
JEHOVAH reigns-his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty;
His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.
2 His terrors keep the world in awe ;
His justice guards his holy law;
His love reveals a smiling face,
His truth and promise seal the grace.
3 Through all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep designs;
His power is sovereign to fulfil

The noblest counsels of his will. mp4 And will this glorious Lord descend

To be my father and my friend? f Then let my songs with angels'join ;

Heaven is secure, if God be mine. 45

H. M.

THE Lord Jehovah reigns,

His throne is built on high ;
The garments he assumes

Are light and majesty ;
His glories shine

No mortal eye
With beams so bright, Can bear the sight.

2 The thunders of his hand

Still keep the world in awe ;

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His wrath and justice stand

To guard his holy law;
And where his love His truth confirms
Resolves to bless,

And seals the grace. 3 Through all his ancient works

Surprising wisdoin shines,
Confounds the powers of hell,

And breaks their cursed designs ;
Strong is his arm, His great decrees,
And shall fulfil

His sovereign will

4 And can this mighty King

Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name,

. My father, and my friend ?'f I love his name! Join all my powers, I love his word! And praise the Lord.

C. M.

Spencer. London 46

Holiness of God.
HOLY and reverend is the name

Of our eternal King;
• Thrice holy Lord,' the angels cry

" Thrice holy,' let us sing!
2 The deepest reverence of the mind,

Pay, O my soul, to God;
List, with thy hands, a holy heart

To his sublime abode.
3 With sacred awe pronounce his naine,

Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A contrite heart shall please him more

Than noblest forms of speech.
4 Thou holy God! preserve my soul

From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight, mf And they thy face shall see.


C. M. Burford. Litchfield. 47

Sovereign Purposes of God.
KEEP silence-all created things,

And wait your Maker's and;
My soul stands trembling, w\ls she sings
The honors of her God.

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,

Hang on his firm decree;
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.
3 His providence unfolds his book,

And makes his counsels shine ;
Each opening leaf—and every stroke,

Fulfils some deep design.
4 My God, I would not long to see

My fate, with curious eyes-
What gloomy lines are writ for me,

Or what bright scenes may rise.
5 In thy fair book of life and grace,

Oh may I find my name,
Recorded in some humble place,
Beneath my Lord—the Lamb.

C. M. Medford. Litchfield, 48

Purposes of God developed by his Providence
GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep, in unfathomable mines,

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy-and shall break

With blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord hy feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour :
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

C. M.

Ormond. Medford. 49

The Mysteries of Providence.
THY way, O Lord, is in the sea;

Thy paths I cannot trace,
Nor comprehend the mystery

Of thine unbounded grace.
2 'Tis but in part I know thy will,

I bless thee for the sight ;-
When will thy love the

rest reveal,
In glory's clearer light?
f 3 With rapture shall I then survey

Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In onder, love, and praise.

C. M. 50

Channing. Patmon. Almighty Power and Majesty of God. f THE Lord our God is clothed with might,

The winds obey his will;
He speaks—and in his heavenly height

The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves—and o'er the land

With threatening aspect roar!
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,

And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine!

Without his high behest,
> Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,

Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,

In distant peals it dies;
f He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,

And sweeps the howling skies. mp 5 Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend;

Ye monarchs, wait his nod, f And hid the choral song ascend

To celebrate our God.




8. M. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury. 51

Hope from the Gospel only.
GOD'S holy law, transgressed,

Speaks nothing but despair ;

Burdened with guilt--with grief oppressed,

We find no comfort there.
2 Not all our groans and tears,

Nor works, which we have done ;
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,

Can e'er for sin atone.
3 Relief alone is found

In Jesus' precious blood :
'Tis this that heals the mortal wound,

And reconciles to God.
4 High lifted on the cross,

The spotless victim dies :-
This is salvation's only source-

Hence all our hopes arise. 52

S, M. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury.
AH, how shall fallen man

Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark

With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults

A just excuse devise ?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th’unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake!
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake!
5 Ah, how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?
None-none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

S. M. St. Thomas, Calmar. 53

Christ a Light in Darkness.

Solo or Semi-chorus.
PHOW heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes

Till Christ, with his reviving light,

Over our souls arise !

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