THE mercies of my God and King
My tongue shall still pursue;

Oh! happy they who, while they sing
Those mercies, share them too.

2 As bright and lasting as the sun,
As lofty as the sky,

From age to age thy word shall run,
And chance and change defy.

3 The covenant of the King of kings
Shall stand for ever sure;

Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy saints repose secure.

4 Thine is the earth, and thine the skies,
Created at thy will;

The waves at thy command arise,
At thy command are still.

Return, ye sons of men;

All nations rose from earth at first,

And turn to earth again.

4 A thousand ages in thy sight

Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising dawn.

55. CONTINUED.

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5 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

PSALM XC. I−9, 12, 14, 15.

E. H. Bickersteth.

WINDSOR,

A-men.

BARTHOLDY. 7-6. D.
Störl. Arr. Mendelssohn.

I

GOD, the Rock of ages,
Who evermore hast been,
What time the tempest rages,
Our dwelling-place serene.
Before thy first creations,

O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations,
The Everlasting, thou!

2 Our years are like the shadows
On sunny hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows
That blossom but to die;
A sleep, a dream, a story
By strangers quickly told,
An unremaining glory

Of things that soon are old.

2 The least and feeblest there may bide
Uninjured and unawed;

While thousands fall on every side,
He rests secure in God.

3 The angels watch him on his way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.

4 He feeds in pastures large and fair
Of love and truth divine;

O child of God, O glory's heir,
How rich a lot is thine!

5 A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,

An honored life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!

A-men.

'ALL Jehovah thy salvation,

CALL

Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade;

In his secret habitation,

Dwell, nor ever be dismayed:
There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.

2 From the sword at noonday wasting,
From the noisome pestilence
In the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure defense:
Fear not thou the deadly quiver,
When a thousand feel the blow;
Mercy shall thy soul deliver,

Though ten thousand be laid low.

3 Since, with pure and firm affection,
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of his protection,

He will shield thee from above;
Thou shalt call on him in trouble,
He will hearken, he will save;
Here, for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave.