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2. I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

3. Not all the blessings of a feast

Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.

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.

I think upon my ways,

Then turn my feet to thy commands,

And trust thy pardoning grace.

5. Now I am thine, for ever thine,
O save thy servant, Lord;

Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-place,
My hope is in thy word.

GOD of Bethel, by whose hand

Thy people still are fed;

Who through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led;

2. Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.

3. Through each perplexing path of life,
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

4. O spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

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2. I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice;

Not all the riches of the earth

Could make me so rejoice.

And thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore.

To make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes;

4. To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live:

A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give.

5. Renew these wretched hearts of ours, O! give us life divine:

Then shall our passions and our
Almighty Lord, be thine. [powers,

LORD, our languid souls inspire,
For here, we trust, thou art:
Kindle a flame of heavenly fire,
In every waiting heart.

2. Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear; Thy presence now display;

As thou hast given a place for prayer,
So give us hearts to pray.

3. Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

4. Within these walls let holy peace,
And love and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

Sel. 191.

(Stanza 1 in Music.)

2. My soul shall make her boast in Him, And celebrate his fame;

Come magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name.

3. The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
Who on his succor trust.

4. O! make but trial of his love;
Experience will decide

How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5. Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Come make his service your delight;
He'll make your wants his care.

On my expanding heart;

And show, that in Jehovah's grace

I share a filial part.

4. Cheer'd by a signal so divine,

Unwavering I believe;

Thou knowest, I, Abba, Father, cry,
Nor can thy word deceive.

Sel. 193.

HOW

(Stanza 6 omitted.)

[H. 533.

OW sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores!

2. While all our hearts, in this our song. Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries with thankful tongue, "Lord, why was I a guest?

3. "Why was I made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room; When thousands make a wretched choice,

And rather starve than come?"

4. 'Twas the same love that spread the
That sweetly forced us in: [feast,
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.
Pity the nations, O our God,

Constrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home.

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our ears;

fears.

LOVE the Lord: He heard my cries,
And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

2. I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear,
And chased my griefs away:
O! let my heart no more despair
While I have breath to pray.

3. My flesh declined, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs and fears of hell
Perplex'd my wakeful head.

4. "My God," I cried, "thy servant save, Thou ever good and just;

Thy power can rescue from the grave,
Thy power is all my trust."

5. The Lord beheld me sore distress'd,
He bade my pains remove;

HOME, happy souls, approach your

COME

With new melodious songs; [God Come, render to almighty grace,

The tribute of your tongues.

2. So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son
To give them life again.

3. Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod,

No hard commission to perform,
The vengeance of a God.

4. But all was mercy, all was mild,
And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought salvation down.

5. Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,

And wipe your sorrows dry; Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die.