6 To Thee, O God! to Thee alone,
Be all the glory given;

For 'tis of grace, from first to last,
That sinners enter heaven.

PSALM 116. 1st version. (C. M.)

Confession of unworthiness and depravity.

1 FOR mercies, countless as the sands, Which daily we receive

From our Redeemer's bounteous hands,
Oh! what shall sinners give?

2 Alas! from hearts so vile as ours
No good can e'er come forth;
For sin hath spoil'd our noblest powers;
Our all is nothing worth.

3 Yet this acknowledgement we make,
For all He hath bestow'd;
Salvation's sacred cup we take,
And call upon our God.

4 The best return for such as we,
So wretched and so poor,
Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.

5 We cannot serve Him as we ought;
No works have we to boast:
Yet would we glory in the thought,
That we shall owe him most.

PSALM 116. 2d version. (C. M.)

Thanksgiving to God for his mercies.

1 I LOVE the Lord!, for He hath heard My supplicating voice:

I love the Lord! and in his love
Will evermore rejoice.

2 The pangs of death, the pains of hell,
Encompass'd me around;

Trouble and grief took hold on me,
And bow'd me to the ground.

3 Now, O my soul! from all thy woes,
Return to God thy rest,

Who graciously hath dealt with thee,
And bountifully blest.

4 Thou, Lord, hast saved my soul from death,
My weeping eyes from tears,
My feet from falling, and my mind
From agonizing fears.

5 What shall I render to the Lord,
Whose love is still the same?
Salvation's sacred cup I take,
And call upon his name.

6 For all thy benefits, O Lord!
To Thee I pay my vows,
Now in the presence of thy saints,
Here in thy sacred house.

7 I am thy servant, Lord! to Thee
I yield each passing breath;
Dear in thy sight are all thy saints,
Dear in their life and death.

PSALM 117. (L. M.)

An exhortation to universal praise.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise;

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Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Fternal are thy mercies, Lord! Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

PSALM 118. 1st version. (C. M.)

Praise for the Sabbath.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own;

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day He rose, and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Bless'd be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace,
Descending in his Father's name,
To save our guilty race.

4 Hosanna in the loftiest strains

The church on earth can raise !
The highest heavens, in which He reigns,
Shall yield Him nobler praise.

PSALM 118. 2d versiou. (SEVENS.)
Exhortation to praise. v. 1-4.

1 LIFT your voice, and thankful sing
Praises to your heavenly King;
For his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.

2 Israel, thy, Creator bless,
And with joyous tongue confess,
That his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.
3 Aaron, let thy chosen line
Grateful in the' avowal join,
That his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.
4 Ye who make his will your care,
With assenting voice declare,
That his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.

PSALM 119. 1st version. (C. M.)

The word of God a lamp to our feet. v. 9, 10.
How shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy word, O Lord! the way imparts
To keep the coscience clean.

2 When that pervades the sinner's mind,
And spreads its light abroad,
The meanest may instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.

3 "Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,
To guide us all the day,

And through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

4 Thy word is everlasting truth,
How pure is every page!

Oh! may it guard our earliest youth,
And cheer our latest age!

PSALM 119. 2d version. (C. M.)

For spiritual guidance. v. 5. 13. 29. 133. 35. 1 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways, To keep his statutes still!

O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!

2 Send down thy Spirit, Lord! to write Thy law upon my heart;

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity, Oh! turn mine eyes,
Let no corrupt design,
Nor any selfish wish arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord!
But keep my conscience clear.

5 Make me to walk in thy commands;
'Tis a delightful road;

Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands,
Offend against my God.

PSALM 119. 3d version. (C. M.)

Sanctified affliction a blessing. v. 67, 71.

1 'Tis good for us, most gracious Lord!
To feel thy chastening rod:
Afflictions make us learn thy law,
And bring us near to God.

2 Had not thy word been our delight,
When earthly joys were fled,