Imatges de pÓgina

2 The power that gave it still supplies

The gracious light and heat:
Its truths upon the nations rise ;

They rise--but never set.
f1l 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.
4 My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view

In brighter worlds above. 4

C. M. Devizes. Arlington.
HOW precious is the book divine,

By inspiration given !
Bright as a lamp, its doctrines shine,

To guide our souls to heaven.

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, inp

In this dark vale of tears;
milli Life, light, and joy it still imparts,

And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night

Of life, shall guide our way;
Till we behold the clearer light

of an eternal day.

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C. M. Warwick. Medfield. 5

The Bible suited to the Wants of Mankind.
FATHER of mercies, in thy word

What endless glory shines !
Forever be thy name adored

For these celestial lines !
>> 2 Here may the wretched sons of want

Exhaustiess riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant,

And lasting as the mind.
3 Here springs of consolation rise

To cheer the fainting mind;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,

And sweet refreshment find.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around; f And life, and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound!
Aff 5 Oh may these heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight,
And still new beauties may


And still increasing light !
6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,

Be thou forever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word

And view my Saviour there! 6

C. P. M. Columbia, Aithlone.
HOW precious, Lord, thy sacred word !
What light and joy those leaves afford

To souls in deep distress!
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray,

Thy promise leads to rest.
2 Thy threatenings wake our slumbering eyes,
And warn us where our danger lies ;

But 'tis thy gospel, Lord,
That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,
And gives a free reward.

C. M.

Litchfield. Eustis. mp OPPRESSED with guilt, and full of fears,

I come to thee, my Lord;
While not a ray of hope appears,

But in thy holy word.
2 The volume of my Father's grace

Does all my grief dispel ;
mf Here I behold my Saviour's face,

And learn to do his will.
3 Here living water freely flows,

To cleanse me from my sin;
mf 'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows,

Nor danger dwells therein.
Af 4 Oh! may thy counsels, mighty God,

My roving feet command;
Nor í forsake the happy road,

That leads to thy right hand


L. M.

Uxbridge. Ward,
Delight in the Scriptures.
I LOVE the sacred book of God;

No other can its place supply:
It points me to the saints' abode,

And lists my joyful thoughts on high.
2 Blest book! in thee my eyes discern

The image of my absent Lord :
From thine instructive page I learn

The joys his presence will afford.
3 But while l'ın here, thou shalt supply

His place, and tell me of his love:
I'll read with faith's discerning eye,

And thus partake of joys above.

C. M.

Crmond. Dundee.
GREAT God! with wonder and with praise,

On all thy works I look ;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,

Shine brightest in thy book.
2 Here are my choicest treasures hid;

Here my best comfort lies
Here my desires are satisfied,

And here my hopes arise.
3 Lord, make me understand thy law;

Show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw

l'ardon for all my sin. 10

L. M.

Bath. Hingham.
NOW let my soul, eternal King!
To thee its grateful tribute bring:
My knee with humbie homage bow;
My tongue perform its solemn vow.
2 All nature sings thy boundless love,
In worlds helow--and worlds above:
But in thy blessed word I trace,
Diviner wonders of thy grace.
3 There what delightful truths I read !
There I behold the Saviour bleed:
His name salutes my listening ear,
Revives my heart, and checks my fear.


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4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease,
And gives my laboring conscience peace ;
Raises my grateful passions high,

And points to mansions in the sky mf 5 For love like this, oh let my song,

Through endless years, thy praise prolong ;
Let distant climes thy name adore,
Till time and nature are no more.



L. M. Lowell. Springfield. Dunstan. 11 Existence of God manifest from his Works.

THERE is a God-all nature speaks,

Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies; See, from the clouds his glory breaks,

When earliest beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,

Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name. mp 3 Ye curious minds, who roam abrcad,

And trace creation's wonders o'er,

Confess the footsteps of your God ;р Bow down before him-and adore.

C. M.

London. Burford.
Eternity of God.
GREAT God! how infinite art thou !

What worthless worms are we!
Let all the race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,

Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,

Were all the nations dead.
3 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view:

To thee there's nothing old appears ; P

Great God! there's nothing new.
4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,

And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.

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P 5 Great God! how infinite art thou!

What worthless worms are we!

Let all the race of creatures bow, f And pay their praise to thee.

C. M. Greenfield. Berwick 13

God the Creator.
ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise,

Thee all thy creatures sing;
While with thy name, rocks, hills, and seas,

And heaven's high palace ring.
2 Thy hand-how wide it spread the sky!

How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,

And starred with sparkling gold.
3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terror and delight.
4 Almighty power, and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroad

Our souls with vast amazement fill,

And speak the builder-God.
5 But still, the wonders of thy grace

Our warmer passions move;
Here we behoid our Saviour's face,

And we adore his love. 14

C. M.

London, Bedford.
GREAT First of Beings! mighty Lord

Of all this wondrous frame !
Produced by thy creating word,

The world from nothing came.
2 Thy voice sent forth the high command-

'Twas instantly obeyed;
And through thy goodness all things stand,

Which by thy power were made.
3 Lord! for thy glory shine the whole;

They all reflect thy light:
For this in course the planets roll,

And day succeeds the night.
4 For this the earth its produce yields,

For this the waters flow;
And blooming plants adorn the fields,

And trees aspiring grow.

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