5 Such safety, light, and bliss, to each,
To all Thy saints afford,

Till, past this vale of tears, we reach
The city of the LORD!

Psalm LXXXV.

Harmony of the Divine Attributes in Redemption.

1 I'LL hear what GOD the LORD will say:
'Tis peace He speaks, ye saints, to-day:
His great salvation's nigh at hand,
And glory waits to crown our land.

2 Mercy and truth meet face to face,
And peace and righteousness embrace;
Truth springs like grass in pastures grown,
And righteousness from Heav'n looks down."

3 Divine EMMANUEL! 'tis to Thee
We owe this sacred harmony:
In Thine atonement richly shine
Th' united attributes divine.

4 Thine was the pow'r alone to prove
The GOD of truth was GOD of love;
And on Thy cross disclose the plan
How GOD might justly pardon man.

5 May we, with joy and wonder, trace
This unity of truth and grace;
And while we see whence mercy flows,
Feel all the peace that CHRIST bestows.

Psalm LXXXVII.

The Church, God's Abode.-A holy Birth-place.

1 GOD in His earthly temple lays
Foundations for His heav'nly praise:
He likes the tents of Jacob well,
But more in Zion loves to dwell.

2 His mercy visits ev'ry house

That pay their night and morning vows;
But makes a more delightful stay
Where churches meet to praise and pray

3 What glories were describ'd of old!
What wonders are of Zion told!
Thou city of our GOD below,
Thy fame shall ev'ry nation know.

4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew,
Shall there begin their lives anew;
Angels and men shall join to sing
The hill where living waters spring.

5 When GOD makes up His last account Of natives in His holy mount,

"Twill be an honour to appear
As one new-born or nourish'd there!

Psalm LXXXIX.

Faithfulness of God.

1 MY never-ceasing song shall show
The mercies of the LORD,

And make succeeding ages know
How faithful is His Word.

2 The sacred truths His lips pronounce
Shall firm as Heav'n endure;
And if He speak a promise once,
Th' eternal grace is sure.

3 How long the race of David held
The promis'd Jewish throne!
But there's a nobler cov'nant seal'd
To David's greater SON.

4 His seed for ever shall possess
A throne above the skies;
The meanest subject of His grace
Shall to that glory rise.

5 LORD GOD of hosts! Thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above;

And saints on earth their honours raise
To Thy unchanging love.

Psalm LXXXIX.

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The Gospel, a joyful Sound.

1 How blest are they who hear around!
Who know the Gospel trumpet's sound!
Sweet strains! that spread a SAVIOUR'S Name,
And Heav'n's high jubilee proclaim.

2 Thy light and grace o'er all their way
Cast the bright beams of heav'nly day:
Thy Name with joy their hearts shall raise,
Thy Righteousness, their boast and praise.

3 In Thee, the glory of their might,
Their souls exult with sweet delight;
Thy favour now their bliss-their rest
Till with eternal vict'ry blest!

Psalm XC.

The Mortality of Man improved.

1 O GOD! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!

2 Under the shadow of Thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting Thou art GOD,
To endless years the same.

4 A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an ev'ning gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

5 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.

6 Time like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all it's sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.]

7 O GOD! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be Thou our guard while life shall last,
And our eternal home.

Psalm XC.

The Mortality of Man improved.

1 THOU turnest man, O LORD! to dust, Of which he first was made;

And when Thou speak'st the word, Return, 'Tis instantly obey'd.

2 For in Thy sight a thousand years
Are like a day that's past,

Or like a watch in dead of night,
Whose hours unminded waste.

3 Thou sweep'st us off as with a flood,
We vanish hence like dreams;
At first we grow like grass that feels
The sun's reviving beams:

4 But howsoever fresh and fair

It's morning beauty shows,

'Tis all cut down, and wither'd quite, Before the ev❜ning close.

5 So teach us, LORD! th' uncertain sum
Of our short days to mind,

That to true wisdom all our hearts
May ever be inclin'd.

6 To satisfy and cheer our souls,
Thy early mercy send;

That we may all our days to come
In joy and comfort spend.