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1 Safely through another week,

God has brought us on our way ; Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day : 11: Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest. : || 2 While we seek supplies of grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face,

Take away our sin and shame; ll: From our worldly cares set free,

May we rest this day in thee. :// 3 Here we come thy name to praise ;

May we feel thy presence near : May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear ; 11: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. :||

J. NEWTON.

168
1 Closing Sabbath! Ah, how soon

Have thy sacred moments passed :
Scarcely shines the morn, the noon,

Ere the evening brings thy last!
11: And another Sabbath flies,

Solemn witness ! to the skies. :// 2 What is the report it bears

To the secret place of God?
Does it speak of worldly cares, [sod ?

Thoughts which cling to earth's low
11: Or has sweet communion shone

Through its hours from Godalone? :|| 3 God of Sabbaths, O, forgive

That we use thy gifts so ill ;
Teach us daily how to live

That we ever may fulfill
1: All thy gracious love designed,

Giving Sabbaths to mankind. : ||

169

HERMON. C. M.

L. MASON.

1. Re-joice, ye righteous, in the Lord ; This work be - longs

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1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord ;

This work belongs to you:
Sing of his name, his ways, his word,

How holy, just and true!
2 By his creative word of might,

The heavenly arch was reared, And all the beauteous hosts of light

At his command appeared.
3 He bade the mighty waters flow

To their appointed deep;
The swelling seas their limits know,

And their own stations keep.
4 His works of nature and of grace,

Reveal his wondrous name;
His mercy and his righteousness,

Let heaven and earth proclaim.

I. WATTS.

170
1 I sing the mighty power of God,

That made the mountains rise ;
That spread the flowing seas abroad,

And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained

The sun to rule the day ; · The moon shines full at his command,

And all the stars obey.
3 There's not a plant or flower below,

But makes thy glories known ;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,

By order from thy throne.

1 The works of God, above, below,

Within us and around,
Are pages in a book, to show

How God himself is found.
2 The glorious sky, embracing all,

Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed great and small

In peace and order move.
3 Thou who hast given us eyes to see

And love this sight so fair,
Give us a heart to find out thee,
And read thee everywhere.

J. KEBLE. 172 1 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 ;

Great God, there's nothing new.

I. WATTS.

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1 Our God is good, and he is great ;

Around his throne the angels wait;
He made the sun, with beams so bright,
He made the moon which shines by night,
The glittering skies, that look so fair,

With every star that sparkles there. 2 The mountains and the rocks he made,

And all the hills in order laid ;
He poured the water in the seas,
He made the grass, the herbs, the trees,
The valleys and the fields so fair,
And every flower that blossoms there.

3 The lion and the tiger bold,

The sheep and cattle of the fold,
The little birds that sweetly sing,
The insect with its beauteous wing,
The fishes,- all we see that's fair
Or good, — he made, and placed them

there. 174 1 Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare ;

The firmament displays thy skill ; The changing clouds, the viewless air,

Tempest and calm, thy word fulfil ;
Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night thy knowledge teach.

2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear,

Well known the language of their song, When, one by one, the stars appear,

Led by the silent moon along ;
Till round the earth, from all the sky

Thy beauty beams on every eye. 3 Waked by thy touch, the morning sun

Comes like a bridegroom from his And, like a giant, glad to run [bower,

His bright career with speed and power: Thy flaming messenger, to dart Life through the depth of nature's heart.

J. MONTGOMERY. 175 1 Thou art, O God, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,

And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When night, with wings of starry gloor,

O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose

plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.

MOORE.

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1 God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ;

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace ;
Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines

His goodness to the skies ; [shines, Through the whole earth his bounty

And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait

On thee for daily food ; Thy liberal hand provides their meat,

And fills their mouth with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ;

How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pardoning word

To cheer the soul he loves.

I. WATTS.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

178
1 Since all the varying scenes of time

God's watchful eye surveys,
O, who so wise to choose our lot,

Or to appoint our ways! 2 Good when hegives,--supremely good,

Nor less when he denies ;
E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand,

Are blessings in disguise. 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,

So constant and so kind ? To his unerring, gracious will

Be every wish resigned. 4 In thy fair book of life divine,

My God, inscribe my name ; There it fill some humble place,

Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.

W. CowPER,

177 1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,

My God, my heavenly King ;

age to age thy righteousness In psalms of glory sing.

HERVEY.

179

AMES. L. M.

S. NEUKOMM.

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I. WATTS.

1 God of my life, whose gracious power

3 O God, how excellent thy grace, Through varied scenes my soul hath Whence all our hope and comfort Or turned aside the fatal hour, [led, The sons of Adam, in distress, (spring! Or lifted up my sinking head.

Fly to the shadow of thy wing. 2 In all my ways thy hand I own, 4 In the provisions of thy house Thy ruling providence I see ;

We still shall find a sweet repast; Assist me still my course to run,

There mercy like a river flows,
And still direct my paths to thee.

And brings salvation to our taste. 3 How do thy mercies close me round !

181 Forever be thy name adored ; I blush in all things to abound;

1 Lord,my weak thought in vain would climb The servant of a gracious Lord.

To search the starry vault profound ;

In vain would wing her flight sublime, 4 I have no skill the snare to shun,

To find creation's outmost bound. But thou, O God, my wisdom art :

2 But weaker yet that thought must prove I ever into danger run,

To search thy great eternal plan,But thou art greater than my heart.

Thy sovereign counsels, born of love 5 I rest beneath thy kindly shade ;

Long ages ere the world began.
My griefs expire, my troubles cease ;

3 When my dim reason would demand Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.

Why that, or this, thou dost ordain, C. WESLEY.

By some vast deep I seem to stand,

Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 180 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, 4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast,

Thy goodness in full glory shines ; And all is dark as night to me, Thy truth shall break through every cloud Here, as on solid rock, I rest;

That veils thy just and wise designs. That so it seemeth good to thee. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands,

5 Be this my joy, that evermore As mountains their foundations keep ; Thou rulest all things at thy will : Wise as the wonders of thy hands

Thy sovereign wisdom I adore,
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. And calmly, sweetly, trust thee still.

R. PALMER.

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