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THIRD PART. L. M.

1 O GOD, thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,

Alfreton.

A 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?

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.

FOURTH PART. C. M.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

Lanesboro'.

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.

f 5 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and king;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

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FIFTH PART. C. M. Nottingham.

" 1 "TWAS in the watches of the night,
I thought upon thy power;
I kept thy lovely face in sight,
Amid the darkest hour.

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2 While I lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high;

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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.

SIXTH PART. S. M.

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.

Shirland.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Winchelsea. Worship of God in his Temple.

1 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,

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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.

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.

P20 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.

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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.

THIRD PART. L. M. Duke Street. Goodness of God in the Seasons. 11 1 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.

FOURTH PART. C. M.

Nottingham.

U 1 THE Lord is good, the heavenly king,
He makes the earth his care;
Visits the pastures every spring,
And bids the grass appear.

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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
Permit 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.

FIFTH PART. C. M.

Worship of God in his Temple.

Litchfield.

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,

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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.

FIRST PART. L. M.

Praise to Christ.

Appleton.

1 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. f 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. Marlow,
Praise to the Creator.

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.