God is the Tower
To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my Guard and Guide,
Defends me from my fears:
Those wakeful
That never sleep,
Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.
3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away
If God be with me there :
Thou art my Sun,
And thou my Shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon.
4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath : I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,
Till from on high
Thou call me home.
HYMN 125. S. M. [#]
Praise for Mercies.
1 O BLESS the Lord, our souls,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
2 "Tis he forgives our sins.;
"Tis he relieves our pain ;
"Tis he that heals our sicknesses,
And gives us strength again.
3 He crowns our lives with love,
When rescued from the grave;
He, who redeems our souls from death,
From every ill can save.
4 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And grace for the oppressed.
5 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known,
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his anointed Son.
1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house;
And let our songs and worship rise
Like grateful incense to the skies.
2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire,
With ardent and with strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms, no raging foes,
To interrupt the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
To veil the bright, eternal noon.
5 O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of death and sin!
Fain would we quit this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.
HYMN 127. L. M. [#]
Annual Convention.
1 DEAR Lord, behold thy servants, here,
From various parts, together meet,
To tell their labours through the year,
And lay the harvest at thy feet.
2 In thy wide fields and vineyards, Lord,
We've toiled and wrought with watchful care; Thy wheat hath flourished by thy word, Thy love consumed the choking tare.
3 The reapers cry, Thy fields are white, And ready to be gathered in ;
The labourer shouts, with sweet delight,
This is the day to finish sin!
4 Lord, bless us while we here remain;
With holy love thy servants fill;
O may thy doctrine drop like rain,
And like the silent dew distil.
5 While we attend thy churches' care,
O grant us wisdom from above;
With cautious steps and humble prayer,
May we fulfil the works of love.
HYMN 128. L. M. [#]
Where Multitudes meet.
1 Now multitudes assembled are,
To bow before their Maker's throne;
O may the Lord our souls prepare,
And make us all in union one.
2 Oft, when our Saviour dwelt below,
He preached where great assemblies were;
Then did his word like waters flow;
He made the multitude his care.
3 No soul unfed did Christ dismiss,
But gave a full supply of food:
His power is still the same to bless,
And his provisions rich and good.
4 May Jesus rise in every heart,
With healing mercies in his wings;
The bread of life to all impart,-
The grace which full salvation brings.
HYMN 129. L. M. [#]
Public Worship.
1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
20 thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
For thou wilt cleanse the guilty stain,
And wash away the crimson dye.
4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delight thy worship gives.
HYMN 130. L. M. [#]
Pleasures of Worship.
1 How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet and worship with thy saints.
2 Blest are the saints who sit on high
Around thy throne of majesty ;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
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