5 My heart and soul cry out for Thee,
While far from thine abode;

When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God?

6 The sparrow builds herself a nest,
And suffers no remove;

Oh! make me like the sparrow blest
To dwell but where I love.

1 LO, what an entertaining view

Are brethren that agree!
Brethren whose cheerful hearts pursue

The path to unity!

2 When streams of love from Christ, the spring, Descend to every soul,

And heavenly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole :

3 "Tis like the oil divinely sweet
On Aaron's reverend head,
The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.

4 "Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,

Where God his mildest glory shews,
And makes his grace distil.

The Efficacy of the Gospel. Isa. lv. 10, 11.

1 MARK the soft falling-snow,

And the diffusive rain!

To heaven, from whence it fell,

It turns not back again!
But waters earth through every pore,
And calls forth all her secret store.

2 Array'd in beauteous green
The hills and vallies shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine:

The harvest bows its golden ears,
The copious seed of future years.
3 So, saith the God of grace,
My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect

The purpose I intend;

Millions of souls shall feel its power,
And bear it down to millions more.

Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies.

1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul!

Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,
"Tis he relieves thy pain,
"Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom❜d from the grave;
He who redeem'd my soul from hell
Hath Sovereign Power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud
And justice for the oppress'd.

His wond'rous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.

The Lord's Day. Psa. cxviii. 22—27,

1 SEE what a living Stone

The builders did refuse!

Yet God hath built his church thereon,
For Gentiles and for Jews.

2 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wond'rous in our eyes!
This day declares it all divine;
This day did Jesus rise.

3 This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made;
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray,
Let all the church be glad!

4 Hosanna to the King

Of David's royal blood;

Bless him, ye saints, he comes to bring
Salvation from your God.

5 We bless thine holy word,
Which all this grace displays;
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise..

Divine Power and Mercy. Psa. cxxxviii.

1 THEE will I praise, O Lord, in light, Where seraphim surround thy throne; With heart and soul, with mind and might, Thee will I worship, Thee alone.

2 I bow toward thy holy place;

For thou, in mercy still the same, Hast magnified thy word of grace O'er all the wonders of thy name.

3 In peril, when I cried to Thee,

How did thy strength renew my soul! Kings and their realms might bend the knee, Could I to man reveal the whole.

4 Thou, Lord, above all height art high,
Yet with the lowly wilt thou dwell;
The proud far off, thy jealous eye
Shall mark, and with a look repel.

5 Though in the depth of trouble thrown,
With grief I shall not always strive;
Thou wilt thy suffering servant own,
And thou the contrite heart revive.

Thy purpose then in me fulfil;
Forsake me not, for I am thine;
Perfect in me thine utmost will;-
Whate'er it be, that will be mine.

The Goodness of God. Psa. clxv. 7, &c.

1 SWEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;

Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies ;

Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
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 mouths with good.

4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pard'ning word
To cheer the souls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints, that taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

The Resurrection of the Martyrs. Rev. vii. 13, &c. 1 "THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine! Whence all their white array?

How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?"

2 From torturing pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,

And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.

3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne;

Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.