Second Version.
SING ye unto the Lord our God
A new rejoicing song;
And let the praise of him be heard
His holy saints among.
For why? the Lord his great delight
Hath in his people placed;
And by a great deliverance
His saints to glory raised.
Be now, in all their mouths, the high
Renown of God the Lord!
And in their hands the word of God,
As a two-edged sword.
PSALM 150. L. M.
O PRAISE the Lord, in that blest place
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise him in heav'n, where he his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.
Praise him for all the mighty acts
Which he in our behalf hath done;
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
Let all, who vital breath enjoy,
That breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ;
Let every creature praise the Lord.
HYMN 1. L. M.
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;
Awake to life, and grateful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Awake, and join the heavenly Choir;
May their devotion ours inspire,
Myriads around the throne who sing
High praise to the Eternal King.
Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins, as morning dew;
To all my thoughts thy grace impart,
And fix thy truth within my heart.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with one accord,
May seek the glory of the Lord.
HYMN 2. S. M.
COME ye, that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While
ye surround his throne.
Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
The God, that rules on high,
That all the world surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas:—
This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Friend;
His care shall guard life's fleeting hours;
His love shall never end.
HYMN 3. C. M.
PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire
In humblest faith express'd;
The motion of a secret fire
That kindles in the breast.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels in the skies rejoice
And cry," Behold, he prays!"
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
His watch-word at the gates of death;
He enters heav'n with prayer.
O Thou, by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
Thyself the path of prayer hast trod,
Lord, teach us how to pray.
AUTHOR of good, to thee I turn ;-
Thy ever watchful eye
Alone can all my wants discern,
Thy hand alone supply.
Oh, let thy fear within me dwell,
Thy love my footsteps guide;
That love shall all vain loves expel,
That fear, all fears beside.
Alas! by selfish force subdued,
Too oft my stubborn will
Most blindly shuns the latent good,
And grasps the specious ill.
Not what I wish, but what I want,
Oh, let thy grace supply;
The good, unasked, in mercy grant,
The ill, tho' asked, deny.
WHEN pining sickness wastes the frame,
Acute disease, or wearing pain;
When life spends fast its feeble flame,
And all the help of man is vain ;
O, then, to have recourse to God;
To pour a prayer in time of need,
And feel the balm of Jesu's blood,-
This is to find a friend indeed.
This Friend, when flesh and spirit fails,
Shall all thy strength and portion be;
Shall take thy weakness,-bear thine ails,
And gently whisper, "Trust in me."
HYMN 6. P. M.
Lo, God is here! let us adore,
And own how awful is this place!
Let all within us feel his power,
And silent bow before his face:
Who know his power, his grace who prove,
Serve him with awe, with rev'rence love.
Lo, God is here! him day and night
Th' united choirs of angels sing;
To him, enthron'd above all height,
Heav'n's host, their noblest praises bring:
Disdain not, Lord, our humbler song,
Who praise thee with a falt'ring tongue.
Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill; Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear, and do thy sov'reign will: To thee, may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted Sacrifice.
HYMN 7. L. M.
SAVIOUR, all-atoning Lamb,
Thine, and only thine I am :
Take my body, spirit, soul,
Only thou possess the whole.
Whom have I on earth below?
Thee, and only thee, I know:
Whom in heaven have I but thee?
Thou art all in all to me.
All my treasure is above;
All my riches is thy love;
Who the worth of these can tell?
Infinite, unsearchable!
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