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3 Jesus, our Lord-our only hope,

Before thy throne we bow:
Thou art our strength-and thou the rock

Whence living waters flow.

61 SECOND PART. 8. M. Mornington.

WHEN overwhelmed with grief,

My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,

To heaven I lift mine eyes.
Aff 2 Oh! lead me to the rock

That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings

My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,

Forever I'll abide ;
Thou art the tower of my defence,

The refuge where I hide.

62 FIRST PART. L. M. Duke Street.

Trusting in God for Protection.
Mspirit looks to God alone ;

My rock and refuge is his throne;
In all my fears—in all my straits,
My soul for his salvation waits.
2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face ;
When helpers fail—and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

62 SECOND PART. C. M. Dunchurch.

ON God, my soul, with patient hope,

Resigned, in silence wait;
He bears my sinking spirit up,

Then let my joy be great.
| 2 God my salvation shall complete;

From him my glory springs :
Rock of my strength! my soul shall wait

Its rofuge in his wings

3 My rock! my saviour ! my defence !

My everlasting stay!
Not all my foes shall pluck me thence,

Nor move my soul away. .

63 First PART. L. P. M. St. Helen's

Delight in God and his Worship.
0 GOD-my gracious God--to thee

My early prayers shall otfered be;
For thee my thirsty soul doth pant!
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
Within this dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want.
2 Oh! to my longing eyes once more
That view of glorious power restore,

Which thy majestic house displays !
Because to me thy wondrous love
Than life itself does dearer prove,

My lips shall always speak thy praise,


SECOND PART. L. M. Leyden.
GREAT God, indulge my humble claim,

Thou art my hope-my joy-my rest ;
The glories that compose thy name

Stand all engaged to make me blest.
2 Thou great and good-thou just and wise,

Thou art iny father, and my God;
And I am thine, by sacred ties,

Thy son-thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With early feet I love t' appear

Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,

And felt the power of sovereign grace.
4 I'll lift my hands-I'll raise my voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise ;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,

And bless the remnant of my days.

63 THIRD Part. L. M. Alfreton.

O GOD, thou art my God alone;

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

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? f 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'.

EARLY, my God, without delay,

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

Without thy cheering 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;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

And tune my lips to sing.

63 Fifth Part. C. M. Nottingham

"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 bigh;
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; f My heart rejoices in thine

aid, And I thy praises sing.



S. M.


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 ktad.
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;
mf I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.


FIRST PART. L. M. Winchelsea.

Worship of God in his Temple.
POR 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 f The vast delight thy temple gives. 65 SECOND PART. L. M. Winchester. mf 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. р 20 thou, whose inercy bends the skies,

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

And every yielding heart obey.
f 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.
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 inade soft with showers,
Ladon with fruit, and dressed in flowers.

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