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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,
0, 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 SUBJEOTS.

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,
His
power

alone can heal.

HYMN 439. L. M. [6]

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.

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