HYMN 431. L.M. [#]

Progressive Grace and Devotion.

1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand :
Let me within thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields such a comely sight as these.

3 The plants of grace shall ever live ;
Nature decays, but grace must thrive;
Time, that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just and true;
None that attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

HYMN 432. 61. L. M. [# or b ]
Light of Devotion.

1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes

my eyes,
O Sun of Righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 When to thy throne, my Lord and King, A morning sacrifice I bring,

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name,-
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.

3 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O, Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my Counsellor and Friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.

HYMN 433. L. M. [# or b ]

Humble Devotion.

1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought, Be all beneath thyself forgot,

Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own, In prostrate homage round thy throne. 2 O may we live before thy face The willing subjects of thy grace, And through each path of duty move With filial awe and filial love!

HYMN 434. L. M. [#]

Ardent Devotion.

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2 Not all by worldly men possessed,
Nor all the joys our senses know,

Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so.
3 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.

4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise ;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And fill the remnant of my days.

HYMN 435. L. M. [#]

Private and public Devotion.

1 GOD in his earthly temple lays
Foundations for his heavenly praise;
And loves to see that worship rise,
Which forms his offspring for the skies.

2 His mercy every house attends,
Whence pure devotion's flame ascends,
And ever lends a gracious ear,

Where churches join in praise and prayer.

3 His blessing yields a large increase
Of wisdom, and of sacred peace;
While ripening holiness and love
Prepare their souls for joys above.

4 Father supreme, whose sovereign sway
All worlds, all beings, must obey,
May our first wish and object be,
On earth, in heaven, to dwell with thee.

HYMN 436. 8 & 7s. M. [#]

Devotional Praise.

1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator;
Praise to thee from every tongue;
Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.

2 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,

Sound his praise through earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high.

HYMN 437. S. M. [#]

Pure Devotion.

1 LET pure devotion rise,
And kindle to a flame,
Ascend like incense to the skies,
In our Redeemer's name.

2 His word, like drops of dew,
Descends on every heart,
Subdues and fashions us anew,
And bids our sins depart.

3 His grace our faith sustains,
And dissipates our fear,

Binds all our wounds, abates our pains,
And gives us comforts here.

4 He bids our willing eyes

Look through the gloomy shade,

To joys immortal in the skies,

That never cloy nor fade.

CONSOLATORY SUBJECTS.

HYMN 438. C. M. [b]

God the Source of Consolation.

1 WHEN 'reft of all, and hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,
What power shall save us from despair?
What dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil
Can soothe the mourner's smart;
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up
the broken heart.

3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our wo to joy can turn,

And light the lamp of life and love
That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul, to that One flee;
To God thy woes reveal;

His eye alone thy wounds can see,
power alone can heal.

His

HYMN 439. L. M. [b]

Death the Gate of endless Joy.

1 WHY should we start and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.