There let the harp be found;
Organs, with solemn sound!
Roll your deep notes around-
Filled with his name.

3 While his high praise ye sing, Shake every sounding string;Sweet the accord!

He vital breath bestows;
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose ;-
Praise ye the Lord.

HYMNS

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HYMNS.

THE SCRIPTURES.

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C. M.

The Bible suited to our Wants.

1 FATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory shines!

For ever be thy name adored,
For these celestial lines.

2 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

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3 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

4 Oh! may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

5 Divine instructor, gracious Lord!
Be thou for ever near;

Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

L. M.

Prophecy and Inspiration.

1 'T WAS by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word; His spirit did their tongues inspire,

And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire.

2 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look
On the dear volume of thy book;
There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his name who died for me.
3 Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost, and vanish in the wind;
Here I can fix my hope secure;
This is thy word, and must endure.

The Holy Scriptures.

1 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears,
I fly to thee, my Lord!

And not a glimpse of hope appears,
But in thy written word.

2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face,
Almost in every page.

3 Here, consecrated water flows,
To quench my thirst of sin;
Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows
No danger dwells therein.

4 This is the judge that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail;-
My guide to everlasting life,
Through all this gloomy vale.

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5 Oh! may thy counsels, mighty God!
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.

L. M.

A Saviour seen in the Scriptures.
1 NOW let my soul, eternal King!
To thee its grateful tribute bring;
My knee, with humble homage, bow,
My tongue perform its solemn vow.
2 All nature sings thy boundless love,
In worlds below, and worlds above;
But, in thy blessed word, I trace
Diviner wonders of thy grace.