160.

C. M. God the Creator and Preserver. 1 GREAT first of beings! mighty Lord !

We praise thy glorious name; Produc'd by thy creating word,

Arose this mighty frame. 2 Thy voice sent forth the high command;

'Twas instantly obey'd ; And through thy goodness all things stand,

Which by thy skill were made.
3 By Thee, through fields of azure, roll

Unnumber'd worlds above;
Thy mighty hand sustains the whole ;

Each creature shares thy love. 4 By Thee, the sun dispenses heat,

And beams of cheering day; By Thee, the stars, in order set,

At night thy power display.
5 By Thee, the earth its product yields,

And countless myriads live;
And trees and plants adorn the fields,

And their rich treasures give.
6 To Thee, all-gracious Power! we bow,

And would ourselves resign; Accept the praise, accept the vow, And make us wholly thine.

161. L. M.

For the Lord's Day Morning. I GREAT God! this sacred day of thine,

Demands our soul's collected powers ; May we employ in work divine,

These solemn, these devoted hours !

2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly;

Where God resides, appear no more:
Omniscient God! thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore. 3 Thy word of life dispensed to-day,

Invites us to a heavenly feast;
May every ear the call obey,

Be every heart an humble guest!
A Thy gracious aid, O God ! impart;

O may thy word with life divine,
Engage the ear and warm the heart!

Then shall the day indeed be thine.

Delight in Public worship.
1 FAR from our thoughts, vain world, begone.

Let our religious hours alone;
Fain would our eyes the Saviour see,

And wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 Our hearts grow warm with holy fire,

And kindle with a pure desire;
Come, dear Redeemer, from above,

And feed our souls with heavenly love. 3 Bless'd Saviour ! what delicious fare !

How sweet thy entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above

Redeeming grace, in Jesus' love. 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine !

In thee thy Father's glories shine ;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

Offices of Christ. Matt. xi. 5. Mark vi. 56. John xxi. 25.

1 SAGES of ancient letter'd times,
In every age and different climes,

For wisdom famed among mankind,
Withdraw your thinly scatter'd rays
Before the broad o'erpowering blaze

Of the supreme, eternal Mind.
2 Mercy's great year in heaven enroll’d,
By seers succeeding seers, foretold,
Was now with solemn pomp

unseald :
Light of the world, Messiah came
In his almighty Father's name,

And immortality revea”d. 3 Fill?d with his Father's strength, he taught; The dumb in rapture speak their thought;

The lame man bounding like the roe; The blind looks up to heaven; stern death Resigns his spoil : and from his breath

Fierce demons shrink to shades, below.

4 0, works of power! O, works of love! Ethereal embassage to prove,

That every rising doubt control; Earnest of love and power more strong, Which to the Son of God belong,

To heal the miseries of the soul.

5 Great Prophet, Saviour !' worthy Thou That every knee in homage bow;

From every mouth thy praise should flow; All thy commands are mild and just, Thy promise, faithful to our trust,

Will pardon, peace, and heaven bestow.

164.

C. M. Man mortal, and God eternal. Psa. xc. 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 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless

years

the same. 3 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an

evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising sun. 4 But, like an ever-flowing stream,

Time bears its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.
% Like flowery fields the nations stand,

Pleased with the morning light:
The flowers beneath the mower's hand,

Lie withering ere 'tis night.
6 Our God! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come!
Be thou our guard while troubles last,

And our eternal home.

165. C. M. High Priest, Merciful and Faithful. Heb. ü. 17; vü. 27. 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above ;
His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,

The great Redeemer stood,
While satan's fiery darts he bore,

And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out his cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh

What every member bears. .
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,

But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.
6 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his power,
We shall obtain delivering grace

In the distressing hour.

166. C. M. Christ glorified as King of Nations. Psa. xlvii. 1 EXTOL the Lord, the Lord most high,

King over all the earth;
Exalt his triumphs to the sky

In songs of sacred mirth.
Where'er the sea-ward rivers run,

His banner shall advance,
And every realm beneath the sun

Be his inheritance.
2 God is gone up with loud acclaim,

And trumpets' tuneful voice;
Sing praise, sing praises to his name;

Sing praises, and rejoice.