7 So shall each fear, each fret, each care,
Be turned into a song,
And every winding of the way
The echo shall prolong.

8 So shall no part of day or night
From sacredness be free;
But all my life, in every step,
Be fellowship with Thee.

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when I shall have learned Thy ri judgments.-Ps. cxix. 7.

WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy praise

But tremble on my tongue?

Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise
A full triumphant song?

2 How can this heart divinely glow,
So ready to transgress?
Thy broken law doth dull me so ;
My sins Thy praise oppress.

3 Oh make me, Lord, Thy statutes learn
Keep in Thy ways my feet;
Then shall my lips divinely burn;
Then shall my songs be sweet.

4 Each sin I cast away shall make
My soul more strong to soar;
Each work I do for Thee shall wake
A strain divine the more.

5 My voice shall more delight Thine ear The more I wait on Thee;

Thy service brings my song more near
The angelic harmony.

6 O, wherefore swells so sweet above
The everlasting hymn ?

Thy will they work, Thy law they love,
Those tuneful Seraphim.

7 O, when shall perfect holiness
Make this poor voice divine,
And all harmonious heaven confess
No sweeter song than mine?

C.M.

T. H. GILL.

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ULL many a smile, full many a song
Makes glad my portion here;

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Lord, all my strains to Thee belong ;

Thou sendest all my cheer.

2 Joy! joy! when Thou the theme dost lend,
When Thou the song dost make !
How sweet Thy gifts on Thee to spend,
Thy glory home to take.

3 I sing because Thy works are fair;
Thy glory makes me glad ;
Thy garments bright of praise I wear,
For Thou art brightly clad.

4 Full triumph doth my soul possess,
Because Thy ways are right;

The glory of Thy righteousness
Maketh my dear delight.

5 How great the judgments Thou hast wrought! How tremblingly I sing!

How good the statutes Thou hast taught !
How glad the song I bring!

6 The beauty of Thy holiness

Uplifts this strain of mine:

And when Thy paths my footsteps press,
My song becomes divine.

7 But, Lord, when will all mournfulness
E'en from this song remove?
I sing the statutes I transgress;
I break the law I love.

8 O, help me better to obey,
More gloriously to sing.

The pilgrim that best keeps Thy way
The sweetest song will bring.

22 o sing unto the Lord a new song.—Ps.

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ORD! from these trembling souls of
New songs dost Thou require?
May our dull lips, our faltering powers,
In such a strain conspire?

2 May pilgrims on this weary road
Keep their first joy unspent,
And bearers of this daily load
Still a new song present?

3 Yes, from Thy grace, so marvellous,
This wonder, Lord, may flow:
Breathe Thy renewing fire on us!
Our lips must catch the glow.

4 As down Thy quickening grace is poured So will Thy people sing;

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New songs to their renewing Lord

Renewed hearts will bring.

Sweet comes Thy morning love to them,
As ne'er bestowed before;

And glad ascends their evening hymn,
As when it first did soar.

6 They sing as though the Ransomer
Their ransom just had paid;
They sing as when the Comforter
His first sweet visit made.

7 From strength to strength their way they take;
From song to song they soar;

New births of grace their wonder wake;
New praises forth they pour.

8 In Heaven to endless joy they rise ;
Still a new song they sing ;

Still grows on their enraptured eyes
The glory of their King.

9 More near they draw, more bright they shine;
They sing more glad, more strong;
New, new that endless joy divine-
New, new that endless song.

GENERAL PRAISE.

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WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,
Thy wonders to proclaim

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Thou, Sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put Thy foes to shame.

2 I'll sing Thy majesty and grace :
My God prepares His throne,
To rule the world in righteousness,
And make his justice known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppress'd;

To save the people of His love,
And give the weary rest.

4 The men that know Thy name will trus
In Thine abundant grace ;

For Thou dost ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly seek Thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Who executes His threatening word,
And doth His grace fulfil.

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ET all the just to God with joy
Their cheerful voices raise ;
For well the righteous it becomes
To sing glad songs of praise.

2 By His almighty word, at first,
Heaven's glorious arch was reared;
And all the beauteous worlds of light
At His command appeared.

3 Whate'er the Mighty Lord decrees,
Shall stand for ever sure;

The settled purpose of His heart
To ages shall endure.

4 How happy, then, are they to whom
The Lord our God is known;

Whom He, from all the world besides
Has chosen for His own!

5 The riches of Thy mercy, Lord,
Do Thou to us extend,

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On Thee alone depend.

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Psalm xxxvi.

BOVE the heavens' created rounds
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;

Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature end.