75, 76

PERFECTIONS OF GOD.
75. S. M. WATTS.

Safety of trusting in God.

1 FIRM and unmoved are they,
Who rest their souls on God;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground,
So God, and his almighty love,
Embrace his saints around.

3 Deal gently, Lord, with those,
Whose faith and holy fear,
Whose hope, and love, and every grace,
Proclaim their hearts sincere.

76. L. M.

WATTS.

Perfections of God combined in his Government.
1 JEHOVAH reigns his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty ;
His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.

2 His terrors keep the world in awe ;
His justice guards his holy law;
His love reveals a smiling face,
His truth and promise seal the grace.

3 Through all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep designs;
His power is sovereign to fulfil

The noblest counsels of his will.

4 And will this glorious Lord descend
To be my father and my friend?
Then let my songs with angels join ;
Heaven is secure, if God be mine.

77.

7 & 6s M. BP. HEBER.

Missionary Hymn.

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.

The Vanity of Man as Mortal.

1 TEACH me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame;

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flow'r and prime.

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TRUSTING IN GOD.

3 See the vain race of mortals move,
Like shadows o'er the plain;

They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honor's gaudy show;
Some dig for golden ore;

They toil for heirs they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish, or wait for then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.

Confidence and joy in God. Hab. iii, 17, 18.

1 ALTHO' the vine its fruit deny,
Altho' the olive yield no oil;
The with'ring fig-tree droop and die,
The field delude the tiller's toil;

2 Altho' the stall no herd afford,

And perish all the bleating race; Yet will I triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Tho' comfortless my soul remain, And not a gleam of light appear; Tho' joy be sought, and sought in vain, And though despair itself be near;

4 Altho' assurance all be lost,

And blooming hopes cut off I see ;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he died for me.

All one in Christ.

1 LET party names no more

The Christian world o'erspread:
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,
Are one in Christ their head.

2 Among the saints on earth
Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,
With mutual blessings crowned.

3 Thus will the church below
Resemble that above;

Where streams of endless pleasure flow,
And every heart is love.

Pleasing Remembrance of the Sabbath. 1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee ! At once they sing - at once they pray They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go : 'Tis like the dawn of heaven below: Not all that careless sinners say, Shall tempt me to forget this day. 3 Oh write upon my memory, Lord, The truths and precepts of thy word! That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before.

4 With thoughts of Christ, and things divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mine;

That, finding pardon through his blood,
I may lie down, and wake with God.

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PUBLIC WORSHIP.

82. S. P. M.

WATTS.

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!

83. 7s M.

WILLARD'S COL.

Peacemakers are Children of God.

1 Lo, they come from east and west;
Come to enjoy the heavenly rest:
North and south, in bliss complete,
Round the eternal altar meet.

2 Countless host! how great! how blest!
Wondrous joy, and peace, and rest!
What shall fit us, Lord, for this?
Fit our souls for heavenly bliss ?

3 Peace on earth, and peace alone;
Peace, which makes all churches one;
Peace, the fruit of Christian love,
Fits the soul for peace above.