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THIRD PART. L. M. Alfreton. 10 GOD, thou art my God alone;

Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,

Å thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2 Thee, in the watches of the night,

When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light,

Thy guardian wings are round my head. 3 Better than life itself, thy love,

Dearer than all beside to me;
For, whom have I in heaven above,

Or what on earth, compared with thee? s 4 Praise with my heart-my mind-my voice,

For all thy mercy I will give;
My soul shall still in God rejoice,

My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

63 FOURTH Part. C. M. Lanesboro'. 1 EARLY, my God, without delay,

I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,

Without thy clieering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,

And they must drink-or die.
3 I've seen thy glory and thy power

Through all thy temple shine-
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,

That vision so divine.
4 Not life itself-with all its joys,

Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

As thy forgiving love.
5 Thus, till my last expiring day,

I'll bless my God and king;
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63 Fifth PART. C. M. Nottingham.
11 'TWAS in the watches of the night,

I thought upon thy power;
I kept thy lovely face in sight,

Amid the darkest hour.
2 While I lay resting on my bed,

My soul arose on high;
My God, my life, my hope, I said,

Bring thy salvation nigh.
3 I strive to mount thy holy hill,

I walk the heavenly road;
Thy glories all my spirit fill,

While I commune with God.
4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head

The shadow of thy wing;
My heart rejoices in thine aid,

And I thy praises sing.

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63 Sixth PART. S. M. Shirland.
1 MY God, permit my tongue

This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail

To taste thy love divine.
2 For life, without thy love,

No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared with this,

To serve and please the Lord.
3 In wakeful hours of night,

I call my God to mind;
I think how wise thy counsels are,

And all thy dealings kind.
4 Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence

My cheerful hope relies.
5 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

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65 FIRST PART. L. M. Winchelsea.

Worship of God in his Temple.
s1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise

In Zion waits—thy chosen seat:
Our promised altars there we'll raise,

And there our zealous vows complete. p 2 0 thou, who to our humble prayer

Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,

And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 How blest the man, who, near thee placed,

Within thy heavenly dwelling lives;
While we, at humbler distance, taste

The vast delight thy temple gives.

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65 SECOND PART. L. M. Winchester. mf 1 THE praise of Zion waits for thee,

Great God-and praise becomes thy house; : There shall thy saints thy glory. see,

And there perform their public vows.
P 2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies,

To save when humble sinners pray ;-
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,

And every yielding heart obey.
| 3 Soon shall the flocking nations run

To Zion's hill—and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting sun

Shall see the Saviour's name adored.

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65 THIRD PART. L. M. Duke Street.

Goodness of God in the Seasons. 111 ON God the race of man depends,

Far as the earth's remotest ends;
At his command the morning ray
Smiles in the east, and leads the day.
2 Seasons and times obey his voice;

The morn and evening both rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers.

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3 The desert grows a fruitful field ;

Abundant food the valleys yield;
The plains shall shout with cheerful voice,

And neighboring hills repeat their joys.
4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine;
O’er every field thy glories shine;
Through every month thy gifts appear :
Great God, thy goodness crowns the year.

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65 FOURTH PART. C. M. Nottingham.
111 THE Lord is good, the heavenly king,

He makes the earth his care;
Visits the pastures every spring,

And bids the grass appear.
2 The times and seasons—days and hours,

Heaven, earth, and air are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful showers,

The author is divine.
3 The softened ridges of the field

Perinit the corn to spring;
The valleys rich provision yield,

And all the laborers sing.
4 The various months thy goodness crowns;

How bounteous are thy ways!
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,

And shepherds shout thy praise.

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FIFTH PART. C. M. Litchfield.

Worship of God in his Temple.
1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee,

There shall our vows be paid ;
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray;

All flesh shall seek thine aid.
P 2 O Lord, our guilt and fears prevail,

But pardoning grace is thine,
And thou wilt grant us power and skill

To conquer every sin.
3 Blest are the men, whom thou wilt choose

To bring them near thy face;
Give them a dwelling in thy house,

To feast upon thy grace.

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4 In answering what thy church requests,

Thy truth and terror shine;
And works of dreadful righteousness

Fulfil thy kind design.
5 Thus shall the wondering nations see

The Lord is good and just;
And distant islands fly to thee,

And make thy name their trust.

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FIRST Part. L. M. Appleton.

Praise to Christ.
11 JESUS demands the voice of joy,

Loud through the land let triumph ring;
His honors should your songs employ,

Let glorious praises hail the king.
2 Shout to the Lord-adoring own,

Thy works thy wondrous might disclose,
Thine arm victorious power has shown;

Thus did thy cross confound thy foes !
3 Low, at that cross, the world shall bow,

All nations shall its blessings prove;
While grateful strains in concert flow,

To sing thy power, and praise thy love.
4 Oh bless our God, ye nations round;

People and lands, rehearse his name:
Let shouts of joy through earth resound,

Let every tongue his praise proclaim.

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SECOND PART. C. M. Marlora.

Praise to the Creator.
f 1 LET all the lands, with shouts of joy,

To God their voices raise;
Sing psalms in honor of his name,

And spread his glorious praise.
p 2 And let them say–How dreadful, Lord,

In all thy works art thou!
To thy great power thy

stubborn foes Shall all be forced to bow.

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