BARBARA. L. M.

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Psalm 84.

I How pleasant, how divinely fair,

O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet the assemblies of Thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in Thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God: My God, my King, why should I be So far from all my joys and Thee! 3 The sparrow chooses where to rest,

And for her young provides her nest;
But will my God to sparrows grant
That pleasure which His children want?
4 Blest are the saints who sit on high
Around Thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
5 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of Thy grace;
There they behold Thy gentler rays,
And seek Thy face and learn Thy
praise.

6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their Strength, and thro' the road
They lean upon their Helper, God.

7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,

Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before Thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

I SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing,

To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,

And bless His works, and bless His word: Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!

How deep Thy counsels, how divine! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish till Thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death.

5 But I shall share a glorious part

When grace hath well refined my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

6 Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no mere ;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.

7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

I GREAT God, attend while Zion sings The joy that from Thy presence springs: To spend one day with Thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within Thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door. 3 God is our Sun, He makes our day; God is our Shield, He guards our way From all the assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within.

4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too; He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls.

3 Oh let us to His courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
With humble souls adore His grace,
And kneel before our Maker's face.

I YE nations round the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign King;
Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice;
With all your tongues His glory sing.
2 The Lord is God; 'tis He alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give;
We are His work and not our own,
The sheep that on His pastures live.
3 Enter His gates with songs of joy,
With praises to His courts repair,
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honors there.
The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is His grace, His mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.

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1 GOD of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face;
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill Thy Church with light divine,
And Thy saving health extend
To the earth's remotest end.

2 Let the people praise thee, Lord,
Be by all that live adored ;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Saviour-King;
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.

3 Let the people praise thee, Lord;
Earth shall then her fruits afford,
God to man His blessing give,
Man to God devoted live ;
All below, and all above,
One in joy and light and love.
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I DUST and ashes, sin and guilt-
Christ, for me Thy Blood was spilt!
Cleanse Thou me from guilt and sin,
Make me pure without, within ;
Soul and body, at Thy word,
Be to saving health restored.

2 Flesh and blood, this mortal frame, Thou wert pleased to wear the same; Though Thy nature was divine,

I QUIET, Lord, my froward heart;
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a weaned child,
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee.
2 What Thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave:
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,

Fears to stir a step alone,-
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

I EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away

Without Thy cheering grace.

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.

I LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye:

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.

4 But to Thy house will I resort
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.