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4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim

The honors of my God;
My life, with all my active powers,

Shall spread thy praise abroad. 5 And though these lips shall cease to move,

Though death shall close these eyes, Yet shall my soul to nobler heights

Of joy and transport rise. 6 Then shall my powers in endless strains

Their grateful tribute pay :
The theme demands an angel's tongue,

And an eternal day.

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1 When musing sorrow weeps the past,

And mourns the present pain, 'T is sweet to think of peace at last,

And feel that death is gain. 2 ’T is not that murmuring thoughts arise,

And dread a Father's will; 'T is not that meek submission flies,

And would not suffer still;

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys

The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,

And lose herself in sight.

4. It is that harassed conscience feels

The pangs of struggling sin; And sees, though far, the hand that heals

And ends the strife within.

5 O let me wing my hallowed flight

From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night,

My Saviour's bliss to share !

L. M.

DODDRIDGE. Choosing the better Part. 1 Beset with snares on every hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand:
Father divine! diffuse thy light,

To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart

Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.

3 Then let the wildest storms arise ;

Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.

4 If thou, my Father, still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

C. M.


Seeking the Knowledge of God. i Shine forth, Eternal Source of light,

And make thy glories known; Fill our enlarged, adoring sight

With lustre all thy own.

2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays

The brightest creatures boast; And all their grandeur and their praise

Is in thy presence lost.
3 To know the Author of our frame

Is our sublimest skill :
True science is to read thy name,

True life t' obey thy will.
4 For this I long, for this I pray,

And following on pursue, Till visions of eternal day

Fix and complete the view.

C. M.

595. CowPER.

Submission to the Divine Disposal.
1 O Lord! my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears; Or tremble at thy gracious hand,

That wipes away my tears? 3 No! let me rather freely yield

What most I prize to thee, Who never hast a good withheld,

Nor wilt withhold, from me. 4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;

Shall I resist them both ? Short-sighted creature of a day,

And crushed before the moth!

5 But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils


skies Drives all these thoughts away.

C. M.



God our Portion. Psalm 4.

1 In vain the erring world inquires

For true, substantial good; Whilst earth confines their low desires,

They live on airy food. 2 Not all the good which earth bestows

Can fill the craving mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,

And leave a sting behind.

3 Begone, ye gilded vanities;

I seek some solid good; To real bliss


wishes rise, The favor of my God.

4 To thee, my God, my soul aspires;

Dispel these shades of night; Enlarge and fill these vast desires

With infinite delight.

C. M.



God speaking Peace to his people. Psalm 85.

1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite

In silence soft and sweet:
And thou, my soul, sit gently down

At thy great Sovereign's feet.

2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,

Yet gladly I attend ;
For lo! the everlasting God

Proclaims himself my friend.
3 Harmonious accents to my soul

The sound of peace convey;
The tempest at his word subsides,

And winds and seas obey.
4 By all its joys I charge my heart

To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,

To give its follies o'er.

C. M. 598. T. HUMPHRIES.

“Lord, remember me.” 1 0 Thou, from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

Good Lord, remember me.
2 When or my aching, burdened heart

My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart :

Good Lord, remember me.
3 When trials sore obstruct my way,

And ills I cannot flee,
O let my strength be as my day :

Good Lord, remember me. 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief,

This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief:

Good Lord, remember me.

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