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5 Give me, Lord, such heavenly love,
As Thou didst to Israel's king,
I, ere long, shall also sing.
ANOTHER OF THE SAME.
1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
2 What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care,
3 As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own;
4 Thus preservd from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
When the sons of God shall prove
83 Ps. cxxxi. 2.-“ My soul is even as a weaned
1 Act but the infant's gentle part;
Give up to love thy willing heart,
This task no labour will require.
Wants but to have his child resign'd;
No wreck thy vessel shall sustain.
Firm let thy fastening trust recline;
84 Ps. cxxxvI. 1.-“ O give thanks unto the Lord,
for He is good, for His mercy endureth
Praise be thine from ev'ry tongue;
Join the universal song.
2 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the richest gifts bestowed,
Sound Jehovah's praise abroad.
85 Ps. cxxxvI. 26.—“O give thanks unto the God
of heaven; for his mercy endureth for ever."
1 LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind;
2 He, with all-commanding might,
Fill'd the new made world with light:
3 All things living he doth feed :
His full hand supplies their need:
4 He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness :
5 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Look'd upon our misery :
86 Ps. CXXXVII. 3.—" Sing us one of the songs of
1 Sing them, my children, sing them still,
Those sweet and holy songs!
Be heard from youthful tongues.
The rising morn to cheer;
When tires are blazing clear.
And your young voices raise
To their Redeemer's praise.
When distant far you roam,
3 Sing them, my children; many a saint
These holy strains has sung!,
From many a martyr's tongue.
Where martyr's steps have rov'd;
The songs our fathers loved!
87 PS. CXXXIX. 18.-" When I awake I am still
1 My God was with me all this night,
And gave me sweet repose ;
Or I had never rose,
What ills have I escaped this night,
Which have on others fell !
My soul have waked in hell.
My humble thanks I pay,
The first-fruits of the day.
And so let all my days;
88 Ps. cxLvIII. 12.—“ Praise ye the Lord, both
young men and maidens, old men and children,"
1 GLORY to the Father give;
God, in whom we move and live;
Children's songs delight his ear.
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King;
To the Lamb, for He was slain.
Be this day a Pentecost-
Touch their tongues with holy fite.
To the blessed Trinity,