3 Teach them from hence to cry to thee,"Be thou our Guide and Friend; Our daily wanderings, Lord, forgive, And all our steps defend."

SECTION XI.

DIVINE ATTRIBUTES,

147.

1

GOD

4-7's.

YOD is goodness, wisdom, power;
Love him, praise him, evermore :

Let us strive, and never cease,
Him in everything to please.

2 Born for this intent we are,
Our Creator to declare,

Him to love, and serve, and praise,
Him to honour all our days.

3 Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Live by heaven and earth adored :
Full of thee, they ever cry,

Glory be to God Most High!

148.

1

P. M.

NE there is above all others,

ONE His is love beyond a brother's:

Earthly friends may fail or leave us,
One day soothe, the next day grieve us
But this Friend will ne'er deceive us.
O, how he loves!

2 'Tis eternal life to know him;

Who can tell how much we owe him!
With his precious blood he bought us;
In the wilderness he sought us;
To his fold he safely brought us.
O, how he loves!

3 Let us seek a Friend in Jesus,
"Tis his great delight to bless us :
Best of blessings he'll provide us,
Nought but good will then betide us,
Safe to glory he will guide us.

149.

1

Α

O, how he loves!

C. M.

LMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night,

And our most secret actions lie

All open to thy sight.

2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,

But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ,
Against the judgment-day.

3 And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there?
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear!
4 Lord, at thy foot ashamed I lie,
Upward I dare not look;

Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.

5 Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt;

And let his blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.

150.

1

A

P. M.

Luther's Hymn.

MIGHTY fortress is our God,
A shield, and sword, and spear;
He frees us from the' oppressor's rod,
Which we have had to bear.

The old malicious foe

Resolves to strike a blow;

2

3

4

He with great craft and might—
His armour dire—will fight:

On earth none like him reigneth.

Should we in our own strength confide,
The battle we should lose :

The Just One fighteth on our side,
Whom God himself doth choose.

Ask you, what is his name?

Christ Jesus, we proclaim:

Lord of Sabaoth see;

There is no God but he :

A conqueror he remaineth.

And were the world with demons fill'd,
All eager to devour,

To terror we would never yield,
For He shall quell their power.
The prince of this world, though
So grim his looks may show,
Doth nothing; for his might
Hath been abolish'd quite :

One word the victory gaineth.

That word shall stand in spite of foes;

No thanks to them are due;

For He is with us who bestows

His gifts and Spirit too.

From us they may take life,

Goods, honour, children, wife :

So be it let them go !

No gain is theirs, we know:
The kingdom ours remaineth.
C. M.

151.

1

FROM

OM his high throne above the sky,
The Lord can all things see:

I cannot see him, but his eye

Looks kindly down on me.

2 He cared for me before I knew

That I had such a Friend:

When my first feeble breath I drew,
He did my life defend.

3 He keeps me still, by his great power,
From danger, night and day:

I could not live a single hour,

If he were far away.

4 But he is always near and kind,
And loves to hear my prayer :
May I his tender mercy find,
And trust his love and care.

152.

1

8's.

THY mercy, my God, is the theme

That fills the wide world with thy praise; Thy mercy, that rolls like a stream, Refreshing earth's wearisome ways; Redeeming the sinner from death, Thy mercy exalts him to heaven; To all that have being and breath The gifts of thy mercy are given.

2 But, Lord, thou wilt turn from my prayer, Nor deign my thanksgiving to heed, If I, who thy mercy declare,

Offend by a merciless deed; For terrible justice will reign,

And vengeance descend from thy throne, On hands that can wantonly pain,

And hearts that no pity have known.
3 Then save me, O Lord, from the sin
Of daring to hurt and destroy;
And as I thy mercy would win,
Be mercy my constant employ.
The gifts of thy Spirit bestow,
Adopt me a child of thy love;
And nought let me covet below,
With treasures so glorious above.

153.

1

L. M.

Harvest.

O! what an ample feast is spread On earth, by her Almighty Lord! The fruit is blushing ripe and red,

And juicy herbage heaps the board. 2 The yellow harvest crowns our land,

Their grassy store the meadows give;
God opens wide his bounteous hand,
And deals a gift to all that live.
3 No good will he withhold, who gave
His Son to die in sinners' stead ;
No mercy can we vainly crave

From Christ, who to redeem us bled. 4 What shall our grateful souls return

For pardon, peace, abundance given? With zeal let every bosom burn,

To fill the spacious courts of heaven. 5 Hear, Israel, and ye Gentile throng,

Come, and receive the' engrafted word, Till earth have learn'd salvation's song, And every kingdom own the Lord.

154. THOUGH

L. M.

midnight darkness veil the skies, And hide me from all human eyes, Yet, Lord, thy piercing gaze can dart Through all, and see my inmost heart. 2 Though earth and sea combine to spread A shelter for the sinner's head,

They cannot stay the vengeful rod,
Nor screen him from the wrath of God.
3 I cannot 'scape thy searching eye :
Then, Lord, examine me and try;
Pluck out whate'er offendeth thee,
And make me what I ought to be.