3 Which of the stocks and stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glitt'ring dust,
And pray to gold in vain.

4 Ye nations, know the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims your honours there.

1 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.
2 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height !
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

3 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I róve, where'er I rèst;
Nor let my weaker passions dare ·
Consent to sin, · for God is there.

6. PSALM 146. L. P. M.

1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nòbler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die, and turn to dust:

Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour;

Nor can they make their promise good.

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure ;

He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.

7.

HYMN 142, Book 1.

1 Like sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wand'rings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!

3 How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustain'd the stroke?
His life and blood the shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

8.

HYMN 14, BOOK II.

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 One day amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.

3 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this;

And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

9.

HYMN 76, BOOK II.

1 Hosanna to the Prince of light,
That cloth'd himself in clay;
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.

3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,-
To reach his blest abode :
Sweet be the accents of your songs,
To our incarnate God.

4 Bright angels!.. strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise ;
Let heav'n and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

10. HYMN 77, BOOK II.

1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heav'nly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace; While all the armies of the skies, Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

11.

HYMN 108, BOOK II.

1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,

And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a throne of love.

2 Once 'twas the seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flàme:
Our God appear'd consuming fire,
And Veng'ance was his name.

3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood,
That calm'd.. his frowning face,
That sprinkl'd o'er the burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace.
4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;

And glory to th' eternal King
That lays his fury by.

12.

HYMN 116, Book II.

1 How can I sink with such a prop
As my eternal God,

Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heav'ns abroad.

2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead?
Pardon and grace my soul receives
From mine exalted head.

3 All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be forever thine :

Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands resign.

4 Yet, if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call,

I love my God with zeal so great
That I should give him all.