HYMN 413. C. M. C. M. [#] God the Soul's highest Delight. 1 My God, the Spring of all my joys, The Glory of my brightest days, 2 In darkest shades if he appear, He is my soul's sweet Morning-star, 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 5 Fearless of pains and ghastly death, HYMN 414. H. M. [#] 1 O ZION, tune thy voice, 'Cheerful in God, arise and shine, With beams that cannot fade; He sheds upon thy head: Thy form the nations round shall view, 3 In honour to his name Reflect that sacred light, Which makes thy darkness bright; His praise pursue, till sovereign love The glory raise in worlds above. HYMN 415. L. M. [#] Joyful View of God's Works. 1 Now, to the God, to whom all might 2 His spirit wrapped the mantling air, He paints the gorgeous clouds of even; To noon he gives its ripening ray ; To night the view of glorious heaven. 4 He drives along those sparkling globes In circles of unerring truth; He decks them all in radiant robes, And crowns them with eternal youth. 5 So will he crown the upright mind, When life and all its toils are o'er : Then let his praise, on every wind, Rise, till the winds shall wake no more. HYMN 416. C. M. [#] 1 MORTALS, awake; exult in God; His wondrous works and boundless love 2 His bounteous hand gives every good, And guides us to a life, through Christ, 3 My soul shall lift his honours high, HYMN 417. C. M. [#] Delight in the Presence of God. 1 THY presence, Lord, gives pure delight, 2 Like water to the thirsty soul Thy spirit sways with soft control, 3 Why should we then decline from thee? Or strive to set our passions free 4 Extend around thy loving arms, Where, captives to resistless charms, HYMN 418. 61. L. M. [#] Angelic Strains responded. 1 ARRAYED in clouds of golden light, To bless the sleeping world below: 2 Good will henceforth to man be given; 26* EVANGELICAL DEVOTION. HYMN 419. C. M. [# or b] Devotion. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, 4 In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favoured hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; |