3 Which of the stocks and stones they trust 4 Ye nations, know the living God, 1 My thoughts, before they are my own, 3 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast, 6. PSALM 146. L. P. M. 1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nòbler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor; 7. HYMN 142, Book 1. 1 Like sheep we went astray, 2 How dreadful was the hour, 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustain'd the stroke? 8. HYMN 14, BOOK II. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 2 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 3 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this; And sit and sing herself away 9. HYMN 76, BOOK II. 1 Hosanna to the Prince of light, 2 Death is no more the king of dread, 3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,- 4 Bright angels!.. strike your loudest strings, 10. HYMN 77, BOOK II. 1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace; While all the armies of the skies, Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 11. HYMN 108, BOOK II. 1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes And smile to see our Father there, 2 Once 'twas the seat of dreadful wrath, 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, And glory to th' eternal King 12. HYMN 116, Book II. 1 How can I sink with such a prop Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 3 All that I am, and all I have, Whate'er my duty bids me give, 4 Yet, if I might make some reserve, I love my God with zeal so great |