We are a garden, wall'd around
We bless the Lord, the just, the good
We give immortal praise

We sing his love who once was slain
Weary of wandering from my God
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Well, the Redeemer's gone

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What different powers of grace and sin
What equal honours shall we bring
What favour, Lord, that we should meet
What happy men or angels these
What heavenly man, or lovely God
What shall I render to my God
What shall we render unto thee
What though my frail eye-lids refuse
What various hind'rances we meet
When all thy mercies, O my God
When any turn from Zion's way

When at this distance, Lord, we trace
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When Hannah, press'd with grief
When Christ our Lord a table spreads
When I can read my title clear
When I survey the wond'rous cross
When I with pleasing wonder stand
When in the light of faith divine
When Jesus calls by death

When Jesus first, at Heav'n's command
When languor and disease invade
When, O dear Saviour, when shall I
When the first parents of our race
When we are rais'd from deep distress
When we view the saints declining
When winds and waves unite to foil
When, with my mind devoutly prest
Who can describe the joys that rise
Who hath our report believed
Who is this tender hearted Friend
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn
Where two or three with sweet accord
Where'er the Lord shall build my house
While beauty clothes the fertile vale
While carnal men, with all their might
While each revolving day demands
While justice waves her vengeful hand
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why does your face, ye humble souls
Why is my heart so far from thee
Why should the children of a King
Why should we start, and fear to die
Why should this earth delight us so
Wide o'er all worlds the Saviour reigns
Will God in very deed descend
Winter has a joy for me

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With all my powers of heart and tongue
With joy we meditate the grace
With one consent let all the earth
With songs and honours sounding loud

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HYMNS.

PUBLIC WORSHIP.

1. The Pleasure of Public Worship. (L. M.)

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OW pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

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5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;

God is their strength, and, thro' the road,
They lean upon their helper, God.

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length;
Till all before thy face appear,

And join in nobler worship there.

2. God and his Church; or, Grace and Glory. (L. M.)

1

REAT God, attend, while Sion sings,
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thine house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun, he makes our day:
God is our shield, he guards our way,
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sov'reign sway
The glorious hosts of heav'n obey;
And devils at thy presence flce;
Blest is the man that trusts in thee.