3 His hand no thunder bears,

Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls

To fiercer flames below.

4 'Twas mercy filld the throne,

And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardon down

To rebels doom'd to die.
5 Now, sinners, dry your tears,

Let hopeless sorrow cease ; Bow to the sceptre of his love,

And take the offer'd peace. 6 Lord, we obey thy call;

We lay an humble claim
To the salvation thou hast brought,

And love and praise thy name.

361.

P. M. 10 s. 11 s.
Thanksgiving. Psa. cxlix.

1
O PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great assembly to sing :
In their great Creator let all inen rejoice,
And heirs of salvation be glad in their King.

2
Let them his great name devoutly adore ;
In loud swelling strains his praises express,
Who graciously opens his bountiful store,
Their wants to relieve, and his children to bless.

3 With glory adorn'd, his people shall sing To God, who defence and plenty supplies : Their loud acclamations to him their great King, Thro'earth shall be sounded, and reach to the skies.

4

Ye angels above, his glories who've sung
In strains more exalted, now publish his praise ;
We mortals, delighted, would borrow your tongue,
Would join in your numbers, and chant to your lays.

362.

C. M. Praise to God in every Scene. 1 MY soul shall bless thee, O my God!

Through all my mortal days ; And to eternity prolong,

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 In each bright hour of peace and hope,

Be this my sweet employ;
Thy praise refines my earthly bliss,

And doubles all my joy!
3 When gloomy care, or keen distress

Invades my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,

And soothe my pains to rest.
4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim

The honours of my God;
My life, with all my active powers,

Shall spread his praise abroad.
5 When death is past, in purer strains

My grateful praise I'll pay ;
The theme demands a nobler song,

And an eternal day.

363. L. M.

Retirement and Meditation.
1 MY God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and Thee;
Amidst ten thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,

And thus degrade 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,

Thy 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And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes withdrawn ;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.

364. C. M.

The Promises. 1 OUR God! how firm his promise stands,

E’en when he hides his face !
He trusts in our Redeemer's hands

His glory and his grace. 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints,

Since Christ and we are one ?
Our God is faithful to his saints,

Is faithful to his Son.
3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd,
And
part

of heaven possessid ;
I'll praise him for his grace receiv'd,

And trust him for the rest.

365.

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The Paschal Lamb.
HAIL, thou once-despised Jesus !

Hail, thou Galilean King !
Who didst suffer to release us,

Who didst free salvation bring!

Hail, thou universal Saviour !

Who hast borne our sin and shame,
By whose merits we find favour,

Life is given through thy name ! 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,

All our sins were on thee laid !
By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made;
Every sin is now forgiven,

Through the virtue of thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 3 Worship, honour, power and blessing,

Christ is worthy to receive-
Loudest praises, without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give!
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays,
Help to sing Christ Jesus' merits,

Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

366. C. M.

Pardon brought to our senses.
i LORD, how divine thy comforts are !

How heavenly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast

Of his redeeming grace! 2 " Here” (says the kind redeeming Lord,

And shews his wounded side) “ See here the spring of all your joys,

That open'd when I'died.” 3 He smiles, and cheers my mournful heart,

And tells of all his pain ; 4 All this (he says) I bore for thee,” And then he smiles again.

4 What shall we pay our heavenly King,

For grace so vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,

And seals it with a kiss.

5 Let such amazing love as this

Be sounded all abroad,
Such favours are beyond degrees,

And worthy of a God.
6 To him that wash'd us in his blood,

Be everlasting praise, Salvation, honour, glory, power,

Eternal as his days.

367. P. M.

11 s. God our Shepherd and Guardian. 1 THE Lord is our shepherd, our guardian and guide ;

Whatever we want he will kindly provide !
To sheep of his pasture his mercies abound,

His care and protection his flock will surround. 2 The Lord is our Shepherd; what then shall we fear?

What danger can frighten us while he is pear ?
Not when the time calls us to walk through the vale

Of th’ shadow of death, shall our hearts ever fail : 3 Though afraid, of ourselves, to pursue the dark way,

Thy rod and thy staff be our comfort and stay;
We know by thy guidance, when once it is past,

To a fountain of life it will bring us at last. 4 The Lord is become our salvation and song,

His blessings have follow'd us all our life long ;
His name we will praise while we have any breath,
Content all our life, and resign’d in our death.