4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of his hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.

"There remaineth a rest for the people of God." 1 LORD of the Sabbath! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs, which in thy temple rise. 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire, With cheerful hope, and strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death, shall reach the place; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which dwell upon immortal tongues. 4 No gloomy cares shall there annoy, No conscious guilt disturb our joy; But every doubt and fear shall cease, And perfect love give perfect peace. 5 When shall that glorious day begin, Beyond the reach of death or sin; Whose sun shall never more decline, But with unfading lustre shine!

Perfection of God's Law. Psalm xix.

1 THY law is perfect, Lord of light,
Thy testimonies sure;

The statutes of thy realm are right,
And thy commandment pure.

2 Holy, inviolate thy fear,
Enduring as thy throne;

Thy judgments, chastening or severe,
Justice and truth alone.

3 More priz'd than gold-than gold whose waste
Refining fire expels ;
Sweeter than honey to my taste,

Than honey from the cells.

4 Let these, O God, my soul convert,
And make thy servant wise;
Let these be gladness to my heart,
The day-spring to mine eyes.

5 By these may I be warn'd betimes;
Who knows the guile within?
Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes,
Cleanse me from secret sin.

6 So may the words my lips express,
The thoughts that throng my mind,
O Lord, my strength and righteousness!
With Thee acceptance find.

1 AND is this heaven! and am I there! How short the road! how swift the flight!

I am all life, all eye, all car;

Jesus is here-my soul's delight.

2 Is this the heavenly Friend who hung
In blood and anguish on the tree,
Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David sung,
Who died for them, who died for me?

3 How fair, thou Offspring of my God!
Thou first-born image of his face;
Thy death procured this bless'd abode,
Thy vital beams adorn the place.
4 Lo! he presents me at the throne

All spotless: there the Godhead reigns
Sublime and peaceful through the Son:
Awake, my voice, in heavenly strains.

Daily and Nightly Devotion.

1 BEFORE the rosy dawn of day,
To Thee, my God, I'll sing;
Awake my soft and tuneful lyre,
Awake each charming string.
Awake, and let thy flowing strains
Glide through the midnight air,
While high amidst the silent orbs
The silver moon rolls clear:

2 While all the glittering, starry lamps,
Are lighted in the sky;

And set their Maker's greatness forth
To thy admiring eye.
Awake my soft and tuneful lyre,
Awake each charming string;
Before the rosy dawn of day,

To Thee, my God, I'll sing.

3 Thou, round the heavenly arch, dost draw A vast and sable veil; Which all the beauties of the world

From mortal eyes conceal.

Again the sky with golden beams

Thy skilful hands adorn;

And paint, with cheerful splendor gay,

The fair ascending morn.

4 And as the gloomy night returns,
Or smiling day renews;

Thy constant goodness still my soul-
With benefit pursues.

For this, I'll midnight vows to Thee
With early incense bring;
And ere the rosy dawn of day,
Thy lofty praises sing.

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Thanksgiving for manifold Blessings. Psa. xviii. 46–50.

1 JEHOVAH lives, and be his name
By every heart ador'd!
From age to age he is the same,
The only God and Lord!

2 He is our Rock when troubles rise,
And storms and tempests lower;
He rides triumphant in the skies,
And saves us by his power.

3 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
We give Jehovah praise;

Lift up our hearts, and holy songs
To our Deliverer raise.

4 He saves from danger, death, and hell,
From fear, distress, and harm;
Makes every soul in safety dwell,
For mighty is his arm.

5 Great is the mercy we have found,
And great shall be our praise;

We'll spread his power and mercy round,
And songs of honour raise.

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Unbounded Goodness.

1 IMMORTAL Fountain of my life,
My last, my noblest end;
Eternal Centre of my soul,
Where all its motions tend.

2 Thou object of my dearest love,
My heavenly paradise,

The spring of all my flowing joys,
My everlasting bliss.

3 My God, my hope, my vast reward,
And all I would possess ;

Still more than these pathetic names
And charming words express:

4 Come, tune my heart to grateful praise,
And shed abroad thy love;
O, may I honour Thee below,
And sing thy grace above.

Song of Praise.

1 NOW to our God a song of praise,
For holy is his name;

Gracious and true are all his ways,
We will his love proclaim.

2 See from his throne divinely flow
His heavenly truth and love;
Now we his great salvation know,
His richest mercy prove.

3 Jesus, thou hast to us made known
The doctrines of thy word;

Thou art our Saviour God alone,
We know no other Lord.