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HULLAH. 11. 2.

1. I'll praise my Maker with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall em-ploy my no-bler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past,

While life, and tho't, and be- ing last, Or im mor- tali ty endures;

Repeat the last two lines of each verse.

While life, and tho't and be- ing last,

Or im- mor- tality endures

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S. BARNABAS. II. 3.

1. The Lord my pas- ture shall pre- pare, And feed me with a

shep-herd's care; His presence shall my wants supply,

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Hymn 9.

Psalm xxiii.

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful
shade.

Hymn 34.

1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected powers; Gladly we now to thee resign

These solemn, consecrated hours;
Oh, may our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
2 All-seeing God; thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore:
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,
And, where thou art, intrude no more:
Oh, may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our minds on things above!
3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,

And bid thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart: Then shall the day indeed be thine; Then shall our souls adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne. Hymn 159.

Psalm xlii. 1-4.

1 As, panting in the sultry beam,
The hart desires the cooling stream,
So to thy presence, Lord, I flee,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee;
Athirst to taste thy living grace,
And see thy glory, face to face.
2 But rising griefs distress my soul,
And tears on tears successive roll;
For many an evil voice is near,
To chide my woe and mock my fear;
And silent memory weeps alone
O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.

3 For I have walk'd the happy round
That 'circles Sion's holy ground,
And gladly swell'd the choral lays,
That hymn'd my great Redeemer's
praise,

What time the hallow'd arches rung
Responsive to the solemn song.

Psalm 84.

From the civ. Psalm of David.

1 How manifold thy works, O Lord, In wisdom, power, and goodness wrought!

The earth is with thy riches stored,

And ocean with thy wonders fraught: Unfathom'd caves beneath the deep For thee their hidden treasures keep. 2 By thee alone the living live,

Hide but thy face, their comforts fly;
They gather what thy seasons give,-
Take thou away their breath,they die;
But send again thy Spirit forth,
And life renews the gladden'd earth
3 Joy in his works Jehovah takes,

Yet to destruction they return:
He looks upon the earth, it quakes,—
Touches the mountains and they burn:
But God for ever is the same
Glory to his eternal Name!

Hymn 162.

1 WHEN,streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of Righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of sin away,
And turn my darkness into day.
2 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy pure example mine.
Doxology.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be glory in the highest given,
By all in earth, and all in heaven,
As was through ages heretofore,
Is now, and shall be evermore.

CONSOLATION. II. 3.

mf Maestoso religioso.

1. When gathering clouds a- round I view, And days are dark, and friends are few,

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Hymn 160.

A compassionate High Priest.

Hebrews iv. 15.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
4 And, oh, when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

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1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive
Hath taught each scene the note of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound.
2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest,
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In him thy refuge find, thy rest,
Safe in the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word;
Oh, hear, believe, and bless the Lord.

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