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CHEBAR.

4 To thee, to thee I press

A dark and toilsome road:
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints' abode?

5 God of my life, be near;

On thee my hopes I cast:

O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last!

PSALM CXxxix. 1-6.

I. Watts.

A-men.

DUNDEE. C. M.

Scottish.

IN

N all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try

To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?

Within thy circling arm I lie,
Beset on every side.

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SWE

WEET 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 not confines
His goodness to the skies;

Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.

3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!

But soon he sends his pardoning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.

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

PSALM CXlV. 1-7.

I. Watts.

A-men.

I

MY God, my King, thy various praise

Shall fill the remnant of my days;

Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.

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THANKSGIVING.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.
4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,-
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

PSALM CXlvi.

1. Watts.

A-men.

CORNER-STONE. L. P. M.

Arr. L. W. Bacon.

I I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:

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His truth forever stands secure ;

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage:

Praise him in everlasting strains.

4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And, when my voice is lost in death.

Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

PSALM CXlviii. 1, 12-14.

I. Watts.

HULL. L. M.

German.

LOU

From distant worlds where creatures dwell!

Let heaven begin the solemn word,

And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.

3 Jehovah 'tis a glorious word!

O may it dwell on every tongue!
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.

4 Speak of the wonders of that love,
Which Gabriel plays on every chord;
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!

A-men.

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PSALM cl.
H. F. Lyte.

MENDELSSOHN.

7s. D. Mendelssohn.

Ι

I PRAISE the Lord, his glories show,

Saints within his courts below,

Angels round his throne above,
All that see and share his love!
Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,
Tell his wonders, sing his worth;
: Age to age, and shore to shore,
Praise him, praise him, evermore! :||

2 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace;
Praise his providence and grace,
All that he for man hath done,
All he sends us through his Son.
Strings and voices, hands and hearts,
In the concert bear your parts:
: All that breathe, your Lord adore ;
Fraise him, praise him, evermore! :||

A-men.