4 It died to sin, to woe, and care;
Yet for a moment felt the rod ;
Then springing on the viewless air
Spread its light wings and soar'd to God.

50. s. M.

Belfast Select.

Praise-Psa. lxviii. 4. ciii. 1, 4.

1 AWAKE, and sing the song,
Of Moses and the Lamb,
Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his saving love;
Sing of his rising pow'r;
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners sing;
Sing on rejoicing ev'ry day,
In Christ your conqu'ring king,

4 Soon shall ye hear him say,

"Ye blessed children come;"
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wand'rers home.
Wesley's Coll.

51. L. M.

As thy Day is, so shall thy Strength be. 1 AFFLICTED souls, to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear:

His faithful word declares to thee, That as thy day, thy strength shall be 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, "How shall I stand the trying day ?" He hath engag'd by firm decree,

That as thy day, thy strength shall be.

3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong;
And if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee;
For as thy day, thy strength shall be.
4 Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name;
In fi'ry trials thou shalt see,

That as thy day, thy strength shall be.

5 When call'd to bear the mighty cross,
Or sore affliction, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress, or poverty;

Still as thy day, thy strength shall be.

6 When ghastly death appears in view,
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue ;
He comes to set thy spirit free,
And as thy day, thy strength shall be.

52. C. M.

The Grace and Love of Christ.

Unknown.

1 ALOUD we sing the wondrous grace, Christ to his murd'rers bare;

Which made the tort'ring cross its throne, And hung its trophies there.

2 "Father forgive," his mercy cried,
With his expiring breath,

And drew eternal blessings down
On those who wrought his death.

3 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing,
And while we sing admire;

Breathe on our souls and kindle there,
The same celestial fire.

4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we For enemies will

pray;

By love, their hatred, and their curse
With blessings we'll repay—

53. L. M.

A general Hymn of Praise.

1 BF thou exalted, O our God,

Unknown.

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell

2 With joyful voice we'll sound thy praise,
O thou, from whom all beings came :
Our hearts are fix'd, our tongues shall raise
Immortal honors to thy name.

3 In thee, O God, are all the springs
Of boundless love, and grace unknown;
The richest blessings nature brings.
Are gifts descending from thy throne.

4 High o'er the earth, thy goodness reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky;

Thy truth to endless years remains, Though lower worlds dissolve and die. 5 Be thou exalted, O our God,

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell,
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.

54. L. M.

Praise from all Mankind.

1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations! bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

Watts

2 His sov'reign pow'r, which all things made,
Gave life to clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,
He still supports our feeble frame ;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command
Vast as eternity thy love;

;

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Watts.

55. 8,8,6 M.

Praise from all Nature. Psalms cxlviii. 1 BEGIN, my soul! th' exalted lay; Let each enraptur'd thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name; Let heav'n, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;
Ye thunders, speak his pow'r;
Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings,
In triumph rides the King of kings,
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
To join the thunders of the skies,
Praise him, who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring tribes, and sing;
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise

To him, who shap'd your finer mould,
And tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

5 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd-
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;