Hymn

"See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews

195

See the Lord of life ascending....

121

Servant of God, well done.

162

Source of the chainless mind

164

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124

179

143

160

Sow in the morn thy seed.....
Spirit of truth! on this thy day..
Still let me love the sacred page.....
Sweet is the prayer, whose holy strain
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies

............ 123

98

112

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111

............. 136

The bird, let loose on eastern skies.............
Thee may we know, all wise, all good.........
The offerings to thy throne which rise
The Saviour, what a noble flame...................
The voice of Jesus! what a calm.....
Thou by pain and care oppressed.......
Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord...............................
To God, of every good the spring...
To thee, preserver of my soul
To thee, who watched our infant years

Wake, slumberer, wake! Repent, repent.............. 152
We bless thee, Lord!- the matin skies.......
What are those glorious forms that stand
What various hindrances we meet.....
When before thy throne we kneel
When by pain and care oppressed
When my love to Christ grows weak.

When our heads are bowed with woe................... 169
With feeble pulse and limbs whose power.............
...... 106

95. L.M. PIERPONT.

Universal worship.

10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue! 2 Not now on Zion's height alone Thy favoured worshiper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat weary by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength and beauty, bend the knee, And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to thee. 5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung! To thee, at last, in every clime

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

96. L.M. H. H. M.

Continual praise to GOD.

1 WE bless thee, LORD!-the matin skies Shall see our altar's incense rise,

The fragrance of the morning air

Shall mingle with the breath of prayer,

2 And the first sound o'er earth and sea Shall be the hymn of praise to thee! We bless thee, LORD! the mid-day sun Our orisons shall look

upon.

3 Amid the world's contending tide,
Our willing hearts shall turn aside
To worship thee as He hath taught,
Who often such communion sought.

4 We bless thee, LORD! the sunset dyes.
Shall gild our evening sacrifice,
And night shall only close us o'er,
That we may bless thy goodness more.

5 So shall each day successive be
One long continued thought of thee;
The light of peace around us shed,
And heaven begun ere life is fled.

97. P. M. Bowring.

Spiritual worship.

1 WHEN before thy throne we kneel, Filled with awe and holy fear,

Teach us, O our GOD, to feel

All thy sacred presence near:
Check each proud and wandering thought
When on thy great name we call;
Man is nought is less than nought;
Thou our GOD, art all in all.

2 Weak, imperfect creatures, we
In this vale of darkness dwell;
Yet presume to look to thee
'Midst thy light ineffable:
Oh! forgive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Bless our offerings, hear our prayers,
Infinite and Holy One!

98. C.M. BOWRING.

Sincere worship.

1 THE offerings to thy throne which rise, Of mingled praise and prayer,

Are but a worthless sacrifice
Unless the heart is there.

? Upon thy all-discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude;

No tribute but the vow sincere,
The tribute of the good.

3 My offerings will indeed be blest,
If sanctified by thee;

If thy pure spirit touch my heart
With its own purity.

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may that spirit warm my heart
To piety and love;

And to life's lowly vale impart
Some rays from heaven above.

99. C.M. MRS. HORNBLOWER.
Forgetting GOD.

1 HE who upon the world's vain shore,
O LORD! forgetteth thee,

Soon shall his dangerous race be o'er,
Fatal his course shall be.

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2 The heart that turneth cold from thee,Thy great and glorious power, That feareth not thy majesty,

Nor doth thy love adore:

3 That heart is dead, though warm in life,
Is dark 'mid heaven's own light;
Passions of earth there hold their strife
And shroud the soul in night.

4 Then pause in time, a moment pause,
And ask if on thy soul
Are graven deep GOD's holy laws,
And felt his blest control.

5 Pray, in thy helplessness and trust,
A Father's love will hear,

And raise the perished heart from dust,
To worship in his fear.

100. L.M. BRYANT.

"The earth is full of thy riches."

1 ALMIGHTY! listen while we raise
Our hymn of thankfulness and praise,
That thou hast given our erring race
So bright, so fair a dwelling place: -