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.
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 nobler 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.

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 ;
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'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.
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 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 ;
And glory to th' eternal King

That lays his fury by.

12. Hymn 116, Book II.
I 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.

13. Missionary Hymn.
1 From Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver ..

Their land from error's chain. 2 What tho' the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Tho' every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown ;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ?
(0) Salvation! 0 .. Salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation

Has learn's Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,

And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole ;
Till o'er our ransom’d nature,
The lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

Bishop Heber.