Vows. 1 What shall I render to my God, 2 How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 3 Now I am thine-forever thine Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 4 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. 105. The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked. 1 Blest is the man who shuns the place, Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer's seat: 2 But in the statutes of the Lord, Has plac'd his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 Not so the impious and unjust, What vain designs they form! Or chaff, before the storm. 4 Sinners in judgment will not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ the Judge, at his right hand Appoints his saints a place. 106. For Sunday Schools. 1 There is a glorious world of light, Above the starry sky; Where saints departed, clothed in white, Adore the Lord most high. 2 And hark! amid the sacred songs Those heavenly voices raise, 3 Those are the hymns that we shall know, If Jesus we obey; That is the place where we shall go, If found in wisdom's way. 4 Soon will our earthly race be run, 5 Great God! impress the serious thought, This day, on every breast; That both the teachers and the taught 107. The Bible. 1 How precious is the book divine, 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of an eternal day. 108. Youthful Piety. 1 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm, 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, Your friendship to pursue. 3 "The soul that longs to see my face And those that early seek my grace, 4 What object, Lord, my soul should move, 5 Away, ye false, delusive toys, Vain tempters of the mind! 109. The Power of Faith. 1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares: It yields support in all our toils, And softens all our cares. 2 The wounded conscience knows its power, The healing balm to give; That balm the saddest heart can cheer, 3 Wide it unveils the heavenly world, 110. Assurance of Hope desired. 1 Why should the children of a king 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, 3 Assure my conscience of her part And bear thy witness with my heart, 4 Thou art the earnest of his love,- 111. The Morning of the Lord's Day. 1 Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand; 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power 4 Thus, 'till my last expiring day, 115. Death of a young person. 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay Which pity must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 3 The voice of this alarming scene 4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose pow'rful arm can save; On the Death of Children. 1 Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears 2 While, cleaving to that darling dust, Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view 3 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, 4 "Transient and vain is every hope In endless honor and delight, My children all shall live. 5 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, Through which thy face we see; [hearts, And bless those wounds which, through our Prepare a way to thee. 118. The Fall and its Effects. 1 When Adam sinned, through all his race 2 From God and happiness we fly, To earth and sense confined; Yet to our misery blind. 3 Corruption flows through all our veins, Our mortal beauty's gone: The gold is fled, the dross remains: elde 119.. The World's three chief Temptations. 1 When, in the light of faith divine, We look on things below,Honor, and gold, and sensual joy, How vain and dangerous too! 2 The pleasures that allure our sense Are dang'rous snares to souls; There's but a drop of flatt'ring sweet, And dash'd with bitter bowls. 3 God is mine all-sufficient good, My portion and my choice; 4 In vain the world accosts my ear, I cannot buy your bliss so dear, 123. Prayer for a Contrite Heart. 1 O for that tenderness of heart, Which bows before the Lord; Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembling at thy word. 2 O for those humble, contrite tears, That consciousness of guilt, which fears 3 Saviour, to me, in pity, give The sensible distress; The pledge thou wilt at last receive, And bid me die in peace; 4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove, My spirit hide with saints above, 124. Safe trusting in God. 1 O Lord! my best desires fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort, to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears? 3 No-rather let me freely yield What most I prize to thee, 4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; 1 A poor, blind creature of a day, And crushed before the moth! 125. Brotherly Love. 1 Lo, what an entertaining sight, 2 When streams of love, from Christ the spring, Descend to ev'ry soul, And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, 3 'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet, 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews, |