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3 Which of the stocks and stones they trust
Can give them showers of ràin? 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.
5. Psalm 139. L. M.
Are to my God distinctly known;
Ere from my op’ning lips they break.
What large extent ! what lofty height !
Is in the boundless prospect .. lost.
Where'er I róve, where'er I rèst ;
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 nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
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.
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 11. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise ;
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.
That cloth'd himself in clay ;
And tore the bars away.
Since our Immanuel rose; He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.
To reach his blest abode :
To our incarnate God. 4 Bright angels ! .. strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise ; Let heav'o 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; Mārch 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 arę vanquish'd foes ; Thy Jesus naild 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 glittring 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.
Up to the courts above,
Upon a throne of love. 2 Once 'twas the seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flàme:
And Veng'ance was his name. 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood,
That càlm'd .. his frowning face, That sprinkld o'er the burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace. 4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high ;
That lays his fury by.
12. Hymn 116, Book II.
As my eternal God,
And spreads the heav'ns abroad. 2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead ?
From mine exalted head. 3 All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be forever thine :
My cheerful hands resign.
And duty did not call,
13. Missionary Hymn.
From India's coral strand;
Their land from error's chain. 2 What tho' the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Bows down to wood and stone.
With wisdom from on high,
Has learn's Messiah's name.
And you, ye waters, roll,