And may I here the path discern HYMN 454. C. M. Prayer of the Aged. M'I live upon thy truth; Y God, my everlasting hope! Thy hands have held my childhood up, 2 My frame was fashion'd by thy pow'r, And shows thy skill vine; And from my mother's painful hour, 3 Still has my life new wonders seen, 4 Cast me not off, when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise: 1 And round me let thy glory shine, E HYMN 455. C. M. TERNAL Sire, enthron'd on high 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, 8 O guide me down the steep of age. Teach me to scan the sacred And practise ev'ry rule. page, 4 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim And leave a savour of thy name, 5 That solemn day is hast'ning on; My friends, my youth's companions gone, 6 My God! O smooth the mortal hour; 7 Then let my soul, O gracious God! And in that sacred blest abode XXVI. THE TROUBLES OF LIFE. 1 HYMN 456. P. M. 7s. PRAs the love that crowns our days, RAISE to God, immortal praise Bounteous source of ev'ry joy! Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All, that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; All, that lib'ral autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores: 3 These to thee, our God! we owe, 5 Should the vine put forth no more, 6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain 1 A HYMN 457. s. M. S various as the moon To his bright day of gladness soon 2 The night of wo resigns Its darkness and its grief; 3 Yet not from fickle chance 4 God measures out to all Their lot of good and ill; Nor this too great, nor that too small, 5 Hopeful and humble bear 1 Thy evil and thy good; Nor by presumption, nor despair, HYMN 458. P. M. 7s. ROVIDENCE, profusely kind, Far above yon azure sky; 4 What like this as earth to give? Nor on earth desire to rest. 5 When your bosom heaves a sigh, Let your wishes rise on high, HYMN 459. s. M. HOW gracious and how wise 1 And, O! how rich the blessings are, That blossom from his rod! 2 He lifts it up on high, With pity in his heart; That ev'ry stroke his children feel 3 Instructed thus, they bow And own his sov'reign sway; To his forsaken way. 4 His cov'nant love they seek, That closer still engage their hearts, 5 Submissive, Lord! we yield And bless the pains that make us still F HYMN 460. L. M. NATHER! I bless thy gentle hand: How kind was thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring soul to God! 2 Foolish and vain I went astray, Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord! I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well. 4 The law, that issues from thy mouth, Shall raise my cheerful passions more |