3 Sheltered beneath the Almighty's wings, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee 4 At home, abroad, in peace, in war, 1 Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage 1 HOW 122 OW did my heart rejoice to hear "In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day!" 2 I love her gates, I love the road; 3 Peace be within this sacred place, 4 My soul shall pray for Zion still, C.M. There my best friends, my kindred dwell, 127 XCEPT the Lord do build the house, Ελ Unless the Lord the city keep, 2 In vain we rise ere morning light, With cares, that vex the peaceful night, C.M. 3 Only Thy blessing, gracious Lord! Can prosperous wealth by day afford, 4 Friends, children, all the smiles that cheer 130 1 FROM lowest depths of woe God I send my cry; "Lord! hear my supplicating voice, And graciously reply. 2 My soul with patience waits For Thee, the living Lord; My hopes are on Thy promise built, 3 Let Israel trust in God; No bounds His mercy knows; S.M. The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succour flows: 4. Whose friendly streams to us A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, 1 L 131 ORD! for ever at Thy side, 78. 3 Quiet as a weaned child, On Thy faithfulness I rest. 4 Saints, rejoicing evermore, Wise, and wonderful, and just! 136 1 IVE to our God immortal praise! Wonders of grace to God belong, 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown; L.M. When lords and kings are known no more. 4 He fills the sun with morning light; When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 He sent His Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave; Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat His mercies in your song! 6 Through this vain world He guides our feet, And leads us to His heavenly seat; His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. 1 137 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints! Down from the willows take; 2 3 4 Loud to the praise of Love divine Though in a foreign land, His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine: Nor present things, nor things to come, When we in darkness walk, And rest upon His name. 5 Wait till the shadows flee, 6 Blest is the man, O God! That stays himself on Thee: 139 S.M. L.M. THOU, Lord! by strictest search hast known My secret thoughts are known to Thee, 2 Surrounded by Thy power I stand, 3 0 could I so perfidious be, To think of once deserting Thee! 4 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from Thy all-searching eyes: One glance from Thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 5 Search, try, O God! my thoughts and heart; Cleanse Thou my soul in every part; Correct me where I go astray, 1 TH 139 (VERSION II.) L.M. HERE'S not a bird, with lonely nest, 2 Each barren crag, each desert rude, 3 In busy mart and crowded street, Thou, Lord! art near, our souls to bless, 4 And every moment still doth bring Widely they spread through earth and sky, 5 O Lord! where'er our lot is cast, While life, and thought, and feeling last, |