4 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee, as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath:
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

128.

Instructions from Scripture.

1 How shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy word the choicest rule imparts,
To keep the conscience clean.

2 When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.

3 'Tis like the sun, a heav'nly light,
That guides us all the day;
And, through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

4 Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the sinner's road:

I hate my own vain thoughts that rise,
But love thy law, my God.

5 Thy word is everlasting truth;
How pure is ev'ry page!

That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

129. Doxology.

Let God, the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit, be ador'd;

Where there are works to make Him known,

Or saints to love the Lord.

131. Self-denial.

1 And must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee?
It is but right, since thou hast done

Much more than this for me.

2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee Will more than make amends, For all the losses I sustain

Of credit, riches, friends.

3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!

4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.

132.

Bearing the Cross.

1 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me?
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?

2 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And make me truly bold;

Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,
Nor love, nor zeal, grow cold.

3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame,
And treat me with disdain;
Still may I glory in thy name,
And count reproach my gain.

4 To thee I cheerfully submit,

And all my powers resign;
Let Wisdom point out what is fit,
And I'll no more repine.

133.

The Christian Soldier.

1 Am I a soldier of the cross?
A follower of the Lamb!
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name ?

2 Must I be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease?
Whilst others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

134.

Light and Glory of the Word.

1 The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age,
It gives-but borrows none.

137. Highway to Zion.

1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great Deliv'rer sing,
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 A hand Divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road;
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

3 There garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still;

And let the prospect cheer your eye,
While laboring up the hill.

138.

The Brazen Serpent.

1 So did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high;

The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.

2 "Look upward in the dying hour,
"And live!" the prophet cries!
But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.

3 High on the cross the Saviour hung! High in the heavens he reigns! Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung, Look, and forget their pains.

4 When God's own son is lifted up,
A dying world revives;

The Jew beholds the glorious hope;
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

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 martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him-Lord of all.

3 Hail him ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David, Lord, did call:
The God incarnate! Man Divine!
And crown him-Lord of all.

4 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.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him-Lord of all.
141.
The Gospel hailed.

1 Salvation!-oh, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;

A sovereign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;-
But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation!-let the echo fly

The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

142. The Nativity.

1 Mortals, awake, with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay:
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine
To hail th' auspicious day.

2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,

And strung and tun'd the lyre.

3 Swift, through the vast expanse, it flew, And loud the echo roll'd;

The theme, the song, the joy was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.

4 Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

143.

Lord's Day; or, Resurrection of Christ.

1 Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God;

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his last abode.

2 In the cold prison of a tomb,

The great Redeemer lay-
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third-th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave unite their force,
To hold our God in vain:
The sleeping conqueror arose,

And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud Hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

Hosanna for the Lord's Day.
1 This is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own:
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround his throne.

2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the Anointed King,

To David's holy Son;

Help us, O Lord, descend, and bring

Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace;

Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains,

The church on earth can raise :
The highest heavens, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.

145.

Te Deum. A General Hymn of Praise.
1 O God, we praise thee, and confess,
That thou the only Lord,
And everlasting Father art,
By all on earth ador'd.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud,
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim, and seraphim,
Continually do cry,—

3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey,

The world is with the glory fill'd
Of thy majestic sway."

4 Th' apostles' glorious company,
And prophets, crown'd with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy church, throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee,
That thou eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.

146.

God the Creator.

1 Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise; Thee the creation sings;

With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace rings.

2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky! How glorious to behold! Ting'd with a blue of heavenly die,

And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 Thy glories blaze, all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

4 Infinite strength, and equal skill,

Shine through the worlds abroad,
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder-God.

147.

The Messiah's Coming and Kingdom.

1 Joy to the world-the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King:
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the earth-the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.