3. Yet when God's justice rose in view,

To Sinai's burning mount I flew;
Keen were the pangs of my distress-

The mountain was no hiding-place.
4. But a celestial voice I heard,

A bleeding Saviour then appear'd,
Led by the Spirit of His grace--

I found in Him a hiding-place.
5. On Him the weight of vengeance fell,

That else had sunk a world to hell;
Then, O my soul, forever praise
Thy Saviour God, thy hiding-place.

SPIR. SONGS,

549.

L. M.

1. My gracious Lord, I own Thy right

To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight

To hear Thy dictates and obey.
What is my being, but for Thee,

Its sure support, its noblest end?
I live Thy smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend. 3. I would not breathe for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ

To spread a sounding name abroad. 4. 'Tis to my Saviour I would live;

To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could the bowers of Eden give

Such bliss as blossoms at His side.

5. His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigor is no more;
And
my

last hour of life confess
His dying love's constraining power.

DODDRIDGE.

550.

L. M.
1. JESUS! Thy robe of righteousness

My beauty is, my glorious dress;
'Miid flaming worlds, in this arrayed,

With joy shall I lift up my head.
2. When from the dust of death I rise,

To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea-

" Jesus hath lived and died for me.”
3. This spotless robe the same appears,

When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its lovely hue;

Its glory is forever new.
4. O let the dead now hear Thy voice;

Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress-
Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.

C. WESLEY.

551.

C. M.
1. All hail ! the power of Jesus' name !

Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of all.
2. Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,

Who fix'd this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And crown Him Lord of all.
3. Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from His altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown Him Lord of all.
4. Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransom’d from the fall,
Hail Him, who saves you by His grace,

And crown Him Lord of all.

5. Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,

Whom David, Lord, did call;
The God incarnate! Man divine!

And crown Him Lord of all.

6. Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall :
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,

And crown Him Lord of all.
7. Let every kindred, every tribe, ,

On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,

And crown Him Lord of all.
8. O that with yonder sacred throng,

We at His feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,

And crown Him Lord of all.

DUNCAN

1. Arise, my soul, my joyful powers,

And triumph in my God;
Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim

His glorious grace abroad.
2. He raised me from the deeps of sin,

The gates of gaping hell;
And fixed my standing more secure

Than 't was before I fell.
3. The arms of everlasting love

Beneath my soul He placed;
And on the Rock of Ages set

My slippery footsteps fast.
4. The city of my blest abode

Is walled around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands

To shield the sacred place.

5. Satan may vent his sharpest spite,

And all his legions roar;
Almighty mercy guards my life,

And bounds his raging power.
6. Arise, my soul! awake, my voice!

And tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address

My Saviour and my King.

WATTS.

553.

C. M.
1. Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

We love to hear of Thee;
No music's like Thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be.
2. O may we ever hear Thy voice,

In

mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest we will rejoice,

Thou great Melchisedec.
3. Our Saviour shall be still our theme,

While in this world we stay ;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,

When all things else decay.
4. When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all the favored throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

MADAN'S COLL. 554..

C. M.
1. When God revealed His gracious name,

And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,

The grace appeared so great.
2. The world beheld the glorious change,

And did Thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,

And sung surprising grace.

1. “Great is the work,” my neighbors cried,

And owned Thy power divine ;
“Great is the work,” my heart replied,

“ And be the glory Thine.”
4. The Lord can clear the darkest skies,

Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise

To rivers of delight.
5. Let those who sow in sadness wait

Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,

And shout the blessings home.
6. Though seed lie buried long in dust,

'Twill not deceive their hope;
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,

For grace insures the crop.

WATTS.

1. How dread are Thine eternal years,

O everlasting Lord !
By prostrate spirits day and night

Incessantly adored!
2. Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord !

Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me,

The love of my poor heart.
3. No earthly father loves like Thee,

No mother half so mild
Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done

With me, Thy sinful child.
4. Only to sit and think of God

O what a joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the name,
Earth has no higher bliss !