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Em-blem of (Omit.
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1 Safely through another week,
God has brought us on our way ; Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day : 11: Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest. : || 2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face,
Take away our sin and shame; ll: From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee. :// 3 Here we come thy name to praise ;
May we feel thy presence near : May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear ; 11: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. :||
Have thy sacred moments passed :
Ere the evening brings thy last!
Solemn witness ! to the skies. :// 2 What is the report it bears
To the secret place of God?
Thoughts which cling to earth's low
Through its hours from Godalone? :|| 3 God of Sabbaths, O, forgive
That we use thy gifts so ill ;
That we ever may fulfill
Giving Sabbaths to mankind. : ||
HERMON. C. M.
1. Re-joice, ye righteous, in the Lord ; This work be - longs
1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord ;
This work belongs to you:
How holy, just and true!
The heavenly arch was reared, And all the beauteous hosts of light
At his command appeared.
To their appointed deep;
And their own stations keep.
Reveal his wondrous name;
Let heaven and earth proclaim.
That made the mountains rise ;
And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day ; · The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
But makes thy glories known ;
By order from thy throne.
1 The works of God, above, below,
Within us and around,
How God himself is found.
Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed great and small
In peace and order move.
And love this sight so fair,
J. KEBLE. 172 1 Great God, how infinite art thou !
What worthless worms are we,
And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made ;
Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view ;
Great God, there's nothing new.
Our God is good, and he is great ; A-round his throne the an-gels wait;
1 Our God is good, and he is great ;
Around his throne the angels wait;
With every star that sparkles there. 2 The mountains and the rocks he made,
And all the hills in order laid ;
3 The lion and the tiger bold,
The sheep and cattle of the fold,
there. 174 1 Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare ;
The firmament displays thy skill ; The changing clouds, the viewless air,
Tempest and calm, thy word fulfil ;
2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear,
Well known the language of their song, When, one by one, the stars appear,
Led by the silent moon along ;
Thy beauty beams on every eye. 3 Waked by thy touch, the morning sun
Comes like a bridegroom from his And, like a giant, glad to run [bower,
His bright career with speed and power: Thy flaming messenger, to dart Life through the depth of nature's heart.
J. MONTGOMERY. 175 1 Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine. 2 When night, with wings of starry gloor,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose
plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
1 God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform ;
And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ;
The clouds ye so much dread
In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace ;
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flower.
2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies ; [shines, Through the whole earth his bounty
And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food ; Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouth with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ;
How slow thine anger moves ! But soon he sends his pardoning word
To cheer the soul he loves.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
God's watchful eye surveys,
Or to appoint our ways! 2 Good when hegives,--supremely good,
Nor less when he denies ;
Are blessings in disguise. 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,
So constant and so kind ? To his unerring, gracious will
Be every wish resigned. 4 In thy fair book of life divine,
My God, inscribe my name ; There it fill some humble place,
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.
177 1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King ;
age to age thy righteousness In psalms of glory sing.
AMES. L. M.
8 탑 1. God of my life, whose gracious power Thro’ varied scenes my soul hath led,
Or turned a-side the fa - tal hour, Or lift - ed up my sink
1 God of my life, whose gracious power
3 O God, how excellent thy grace, Through varied scenes my soul hath Whence all our hope and comfort Or turned aside the fatal hour, [led, The sons of Adam, in distress, (spring! Or lifted up my sinking head.
Fly to the shadow of thy wing. 2 In all my ways thy hand I own, 4 In the provisions of thy house Thy ruling providence I see ;
We still shall find a sweet repast; Assist me still my course to run,
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste. 3 How do thy mercies close me round !
181 Forever be thy name adored ; I blush in all things to abound;
1 Lord,my weak thought in vain would climb The servant of a gracious Lord.
To search the starry vault profound ;
In vain would wing her flight sublime, 4 I have no skill the snare to shun,
To find creation's outmost bound. But thou, O God, my wisdom art :
2 But weaker yet that thought must prove I ever into danger run,
To search thy great eternal plan,But thou art greater than my heart.
Thy sovereign counsels, born of love 5 I rest beneath thy kindly shade ;
Long ages ere the world began.
3 When my dim reason would demand Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.
Why that, or this, thou dost ordain, C. WESLEY.
By some vast deep I seem to stand,
Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 180 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, 4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast,
Thy goodness in full glory shines ; And all is dark as night to me, Thy truth shall break through every cloud Here, as on solid rock, I rest;
That veils thy just and wise designs. That so it seemeth good to thee. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands,
5 Be this my joy, that evermore As mountains their foundations keep ; Thou rulest all things at thy will : Wise as the wonders of thy hands
Thy sovereign wisdom I adore,