The Church's Safety amidst Desolations. 1 God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar— In sacred peace our souls abide; While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

2 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And wat'ring our divine abode.

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,

Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with power.
12.

Retirement and Meditation.

1 My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense:

One sovereign word can draw me thence; I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone:

In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven

and there my God, I find. 13.

The Sinner hastened

1 Hasten, O sinner! to be wise,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is it to be won.

2 Oh hasten, mercy to implore,

And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy season should be o'er,
Before this evening's stage be run.

3 Hasten, O sinner! to return,

And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy lamp should cease to burn,
Before the needful work is done.

4 Hasten, O sinner! to be blest,

And stay not for the morrow's sun; For fear the curse should thee arrest, Before the morrow is begun.

14.

Submission.

1 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.

3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by its saints it stands confessed,
That what he does is ever best.

1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord-
But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.
2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head.
3 Yet will the Lord command his love,
When I address his throne by day;
Nor in the night his grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.

4 I'll cast myself before his feet,

And say, "My God, my heavenly Rock,

3 Lead us to holiness, - the road

That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from his precepts stray.

4 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be blest;
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

17. New Year.

1 Great God, we sing that mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand!
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future-all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.

4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Be thou our joy, and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
18.

Dismissions.

1 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord;
Help us to feed upon thy word;
All that has been amiss forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good;
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every burdened soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

Nature and Scripture compared.

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord,
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

2 The rolling sun, the changing light,

And nights and days thy pow'r confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise, Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land. 4 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renew'd, and sins forgiv'n:

Lord, cleanse our sins, our souls renew, And make thy word our guide to heaven. 21.

Dignity, and Happiness of the Christian. 1 Honor and happiness unite,

To make the Christian's name a praise: How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days! 2 Adorn'd with glory from on high, Salvation shines upon his face; His robe is of th' ethereal dye, His steps are dignity and grace.

3 Inferior honors he disdains,

Nor stoops to take applause from earth;
The King of kings himself maintains
Th' expenses of his heavenly birth.

4 The noblest creature seen below,
Ordain'd to fill a throne above;
God gives him all he can bestow-
His kingdom of eternal love!

22.

Christian Warfare and Victory.

1 Stand up, my soul-shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armor on; March to the gates of endless joy,

Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone.

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And
sung the triumph when he rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in Almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
23.
Rising to God.

1 Now let our souls, on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time;
Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.

2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell..

Safe trusting in Christ.

1 Let everlasting glories crown

Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord;
Thy hands have brought salvation down,
And writ the blessings in thy word.

2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks
Some solid ground to rest upon;
With deep despair-the spirit breaks,
Till we apply to Christ alone.

3 How well thy blessed truths agree!

How wise and holy thy commands!
Thy promises-how firm they be!
How firm our hope, our comfort stands!

4 Should all the forms that men devise
Assault faith with treach'rous art,
my
I'd call them vanity and lies,

And bind the gospel to my heart.
25.

Active Benevolence in Imitation of Christ.
1 When from the glorious realms of day,
On wings of love, the Saviour flew,
He walked through mercy's heavenly way,
And bade the world his steps pursue.

2 The blind, the lame, his power confessed; The dumb broke forth in grateful strains; He gave the wearied spirit rest, And loosed the prisoner from his chains. 3 And shall not they whose lips resound The matchless deeds the Saviour wrought, Like him in charity abound,

And practice what his goodness taught?

4 Ye, who his grace so freely share,
Your willing aid as freely give;
Your lively faith and love declare,
And in his sacred precepts live.

26.

The Truth of God the Promiser.

1 Praise, everlasting praise, be paid
To him who earth's foundation laid:
Praise to the God, whose strong decrees
Sway the creation as he please.

2 Firm are the words his prophets give,
Sweet words, on which his children live;
Each of them is the word of God,
Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad.
Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith,
To credit what the Almighty saith;
T'embrace the message of his Son,
And call the joys of heaven our own.

4 Then should the earth's old pillars shake,
And all the wheels of nature break;
Our steady souls shall fear no more,
Than solid rocks when billows roar.

27. Salvation by Christ.

1 Salvation is for ever nigh

The souls who fear and trust the Lord;
And grace, descending from on high,
Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.

2 Mercy and truth on earth are met,
Since Christ the Lord came down from heaven;
By his obedience so complete,
Justice is pleas'd, and peace is given.

3 Now truth and honor shall abound,
Religion dwell on earth again,
And heavenly influence bless the ground,
In our Redeemer's gentle reign.

4 His righteousness is gone before,
To give us free access to God;
Our wand'ring feet shall stray no more,
But mark his steps and keep the road.

A Hymn of Praise to Christ.

1 Now to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul-awake, my tongue;
Hosanna to th' eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.

3 Grace!-'tis a sweet, a charming theme -
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!

4 Oh! may I reach that happy place
Where he unvails his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!
30.

The Object of the Gospel.

1 This is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above:
Jehovah here resolves to show
What his almighty grace can do.

2 This remedy did wisdom find,

To heal diseases of the mind; This sovereign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruined creature, man. 3 The gospel bids the dead revive; Sinners, obey the voice, and live: Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresh, And hearts of stone are turned to flesh.

4 May but this grace my soul renew,

Let sinners gaze, and hate me too;
The word that saves me does engage
A sure defence from all their rage.

31.

1 My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.

3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.

4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast-and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast-and immortal be thy praise.