2 On us, unworthy as we are,
Its blessings still it pours;

Sure as the heaven's establish'd course,
And plenteous as the showers.

3 Inconstant service we repay,
And transient vows renew;
Fleeting too oft as morning clouds,
And like the early dew.

4 Our former follies, Lord! we mourn,
And now thy grace implore,
To guide our often erring steps,
That we may stray no more.

5 Aided by energy divine,

May we more steadfast prove
And with determin'd zeal press on
To gain thy courts above.

6 So by thy power the morning sun
Pursues his radiant way,
Brightens each moment in his race,
And shines to perfect day.

1 REJOICE, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that's built upon his word
Can ne'er be overthrown.

2 Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm:

"Your life is hid with Christ in God,” Beyond the reach of harm.

3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or fainting, shall not die!
Jesus, the strength of every saint,
Will aid you from on high.

4 Though now unseen by outward sense,
Faith sees him always near,
A guide, a glory, and defence;
Then what have you to fear?

5 As Christ the conqueror overcame,
And triumph'd once for you;

He'll raise you from your guilt and shame To triumph in him too.

Close of Evening Service.

1 SOON will our fleeting hours be past:
And, as the setting sun

Now leaves the clouds in yonder west,
Our parting beams are gone.

2 May He, from whom all blessings flow,
Our sacred rites attend,

Unite our hearts in wisdom's ways,
Till life's short journey end:

3 And as the rapid sands run down,
Our virtue still improve ;

Till each receive the glorious crown
Of never fading love.

Religious Worship. Psa. xcii.

1 SWEET is the work, O God! our King!
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,

When earthly cares forsake the breast,
When our best powers to God we raise,
And the whole heart 's attun'd to praise.

3 Our souls shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works and bless his word:
His works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep his counsels, how divine!

4 Lord, may we walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length: Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there:

5 Then shall we see, and hear, and know,
All we desir'd, or wish'd below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

The love of Jesus to mankind.

1 "SEE how he lov'd!" exclaim'd the Jews,
As tender tears from Jesus fell;
My grateful heart the thought pursues,
And on the theme delights to dwell.

2 See how he lov'd, who travell❜d on

Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone,

And call'd the sleeping dead to rise.

3 See how he lov'd, who, firm yet mild,
Patient endur'd the scoffing tongue;
Though oft provok'd, he ne'er revil'd,
Nor did his greatest foe a wrong.

4 See how he lov'd, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank,

And meekly yielded up his breath. 5 See how he lov'd, who died for man, Who labour'd thus, and thus endur'd, To finish the all-gracious plan,

Which life and heaven to man secur❜d. 6 Such love can we, unmov'd, survey? O may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affection show!

Value of the Knowledge of God. Hos. vi. 3.

1 SHINE forth, eternal Source of light!
Make thy perfections known;
Fill our enlarged adoring sight,
With glories all thy own.

2 Vain are the charms, and faint the
The brightest creatures boast;

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And all their grandeur and their praise
Are in thy presence lost.

3 To know the Author of our frame,
Is our sublimest skill;

True wisdom is to learn his name,
True life, to do his will.

4 For this may we unceasing pray;
This all our powers pursue,

Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.

The blessing of God implored. Psa. xc. 17. 1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God! With rays of mercy shine!

O let thy favour crown our days,
And their whole course be thine!

2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee,
Our hands might toil in vain :
Small joy success itself would give,
If thou thy love restrain.

3 With Thee let every week begin,
With Thee each day be spent,
For Thee each fleeting hour improv'd,
Since each by Thee is lent.

4 Thus cheer us midst the toils of life,
Till all our labours cease;
And fill us in the realms above,
With everlasting peace.

The Highway to Zion. Isa. xxxv.

1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King!

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2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd,
How holy, and how plain!
The simplest traveller shall not err,
Nor seek the track in vain:

3 No ravening lion shall destroy,
Nor lurking serpent wound;

But pleasure, safety, peace and praise, Through all the path are found.