5 Vain his threats to overcome me,
When I take the Spirit's sword;
Then with ease I drive him from me,
Satan trembles at the Word:
"Tis a sword for conquest made,

Keen the edge, and strong the blade.

6 Shall I envy, then, the miser,
Doting on his golden store?
Sure I am, or should be wiser,
I am rich, 'tis he is poor.
Jesus gives me, in his word,

Food and med'cine, shield and sword.

HYMN 160. 4 lines 7s.

TOLY Bible! book divine!

H Precious treasure, thou art mine!

Mine, to tell me whence I came;
Mine, to teach me what I am.

2 Mine, to chide me when I rove;
Mine, to show a Saviour's love;
Mine art thou, to guide my feet;
Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit.

3 Mine, to comfort in distress,
If the Holy Spirit bless;
Mine, to show by living faith
Man can triumph over death.

4 Mine, to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel sinner's doom;
O thou precious book divine!
Precious treasure, thou art mine'

HYMN 161. 12s and 11s.

TOW painfully pleasing the fond recollection

When blest with parental advice and affection, Surrounded with mercies-with peace from on high,

I still view the chairs of my father and mother, The seats of their offspring as ranged on each

hand;

And that richest of books, which excelled every

other,

The family Bible, which lay on the stand,

The old-fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible, The family Bible, which lay on the stand.

2 That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration, At morning and evening, could yield us delight, And the prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation For mercy by day, and for safety thro' night; Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swelling,

All warm from the hearts of the family band, Half raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling,

Described in the Bible that lay on the standThe old-fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible, The family Bible, which lay on the stand.

3 Ye scenes of tranquility, long have we parted, My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more; In sorrow and sadness, I live broken-hearted; And wander unknown on a far distant shore;

Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's protection,
Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand?
O let me with patience receive his correction,
And think of the Bible that lay on the stand-
The old-fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible,
The family Bible, that lay on the stand.

G

HYMN 162. C. M.

OD and his law are my delight,
My glory and my song;

My sure support by day and night,
The pleasure of my tongue.

2 When darkness overspreads my mind,
His word supports me still;
I'm there convinc'd that God is kind,
Though I no comfort feel.

3 Are my afflictions sharp and long?
Does pain extreme ensue?

God's word I trust; his arm is strong;
His wisdom bears me through.

4 Glory to thee, thou God of love,
For favors so divine;

Who taught my heart to soar above,
And made those blessings mine.

5 Had not thy word been my relief,
Had not thy truth sustain'd,

I must have perish'd in my grief,
No other help remain'd.

CHRISTMAS.

HA

HYMN 163. 11s and 10s.

TAIL, the blest morn! see the great Mediator Down from the regions of glory descend! Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger, Lo! for his guard the blest angels attend.

CHORUS.

Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star in the east! the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid!

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies his head, with the beasts of the stall! Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion,
Odors of Eden, and off'rings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gold would his favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

FRO

HYMN 164. 12s and 11s.

ROM the regions of love, lo! an angel descended,

And told the strange news, how the babe was attended;

Go, shepherds, and visit this wonderful stranger, See yonder bright star-there's your Lord in the

manger.

CHORUS.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has purchased our pardon,

We will praise him again when we pass over

Jordan.

2 Glad tidings I bring unto you and each nation, Glad tidings of joy, now behold your salvation! Then suddenly multitudes raise their glad voices, And shout the Redeemer, while heaven rejoices. 3 Now glory to God in the highest is given, Now glory to God is re-echo'd through heaven, Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story, And sing of his love, his salvation, and glory. 4 Enraptur'd I burn, with delight and desire, Such love, so divine, sets my soul all on fire; Around the bright throne hosannahs are ringing, O when shall I join them, and ever be singing? 5 Triumphantly ride in thy chariot victorious, And conquer with love, O Jesus, all glorious, Thy banners unfurl!-let the nations surrender, And own the their Saviour, their God and de-fender.