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78. M.

Funeral Hymn.

1 CLAY to clay, and dust to dust!
Let them mingle-for they must!
Give to earth the earthly clod,
For the spirit's fled to God.


2 Never more shall midnight's damp Darken round this mortal lamp; Never more shall noonday's glance Search this mortal countenance.

3 Deep the pit, and cold the bed,

Where the spoils of death are laid:
Stiff the curtains, chill the gloom,
Of man's melancholy tomb.

4 Look aloft! The spirit's risenDeath cannot the soul imprison: "T is in heaven that spirits dwell, Glorious, though invisible.

5 Thither let us turn our view;
Peace is there, and comfort too :
There shall those we loved be found,
Tracing joy's eternal round.




561. S. P. M.
Going to Church. Ps. 122.

1 How pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry,

"Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.


2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait,

To bless the soul of every guest; The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase,

A thousand blessings on him rest!


C. M.


The Church our Delight and Safety. Ps. 27

1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;

God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires;
O grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.

3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.


563. L. M.
God's Condescension to our Worship.

1 THY favors, Lord, surprise our souls:
Will the Eternal dwell with us?
What canst thou find beneath the poles,
To tempt thy chariot downward thus?

2 Great God! what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine;
Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.


L. M.

Grateful and humble Praise.

1 Up to the Lord, who reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are.


2 God, that must stoop to view the skies,
And bow to see what angels do,
Down to our earth he casts his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downward too.

3 He overrules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs;
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels and his cares.

4 0, could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace,
To the third heaven our songs should rise,
And teach the golden harps thy praise.


C. M.


The Greatness of God. Ps. 145.

1 LONG as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love;

My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown;
And let his praise be great;

I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

4 The world is managed by thy hands;
Thy saints are ruled by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.


C. M.


Psalm before Prayer. Ps. 95.
1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice:

When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his spacious hand;

He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.

4 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face;

may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace!


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