642. L. M.

1 THINE, Father, thine is all the day,
Its morning smiles, its noontide light,
Its closing beauties, which delay

The coming of the glorious night:
All, all is thine in tenderness,
Thy mercies all thy children bless.

2 We come to thank thee for thy care;
Thy goodness over us hath cast
A sure defence from every snare,
And dangers, of the day now past.
We bless thee for thy favors given,
For all the promises of heaven.

3 Father, we ask thy blessings stillPreserve us through the shades of night, And bring us, if it be thy will,

To share in joy to-morrow's light. We know, while stars their vigils keep, That thou, O Lord, wilt never sleep.

643. C. P. M.

1 LORD, thou hast won ;-at length, I yield; My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee:

Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?
Love conquers even me.

2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been:

But mercy

has my

heart subdued,

A bleeding Savior I have viewed,

And now I hate my sin.

3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
O take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free;
Released from sin, at thy command
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.

644. S. M.

1 IMPOSTURE shrinks from light,
And dreads the curious eye:
But sacred truths the test invite,
They bid us search and try.

2 O may we still maintain
A meek enquiring mind;
Assured we shall not search in vain,
But hidden treasures find.

3 With understanding blest,
Created to be free,

Our faith on man we dare not rest,
Subject to none but thee.

4 Lord, give the light we need ;
With soundest knowledge fill;
From noxious error guard our creed,
From prejudice our will.

5 The truth thou shalt impart,

May we with firmness own;
Abhorring each evasive art,
And fearing thee alone.

FIRST LINES OF SPIRITUAL SONGS.

Several lively pieces, suitable to this department, may be found in the body of the work, under heads to which they are especially appropriate.

No.

And is it so—and is it so--.
Awake, our souls, in joyful lays.
Come, let us anew our journey pursue
Come then, O my soul, meditate-
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord-.

415

-----

L. C. Brown 655
Medley

--645

-649

-Kneeland --648

-Cowper----647

How changeful our life----------- Geo. Rogers-651

How firm a foundation-.

How happy every child of grace-

-652

-650

--661

How sweet to reflect on the joys..

How tedious and tasteless the hours-J. Newton --664

Lo, down, down in yon beautiful valley-.

-654

Make way for the ransomed-.

A. G. Laurie 663

My country, 'tis of thee

-667

O how happy are they

646

Our souls in love together knit

..659

Zion, arise, in thy glory appear --Geo. Rogers-668

Thou whose wide extended sway---A. C. Thomas 666

We are journeying home--.
When shall we all meet again.
When shall we meet again--

Geo. Rogers-657

A. B. Grosh-666

--656 -665

428

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

645. L. M.

1 AWAKE, our souls, in joyful lays,
And sing our heavenly Father's praise:
Let all in this blest song agree;
His loving-kindness O how free!
2 He saw us dead in sin and thrall,
Yet loved us, notwithstanding all,
He saved us from our lost estate-
His loving-kindness O how great.

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell our way oppose,
He safely leads our souls along-
His loving-kindness O how strong!
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near our souls has always stood-
His loving-kindness O how good!
5 Soon shall we pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all our mortal powers must fail;
O may our last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!
6 Then we shall mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day,
And sing with rapture and surprise
His loving kindness in the skies.

646. P. M.

10 How happy are they, Who their Savior obey,

And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue can never express

The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love.

2 That sweet comfort is mine, Since the favor divine

I have found in the faith of the Lamb; Since the truth I've believ'd,

What a joy I've receiv'd, What a heaven in Jesus's name!

3 'Tis a heaven below

My Redeemer to know,

And the angels can do nothing more, Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

4 Jesus all the day long

Is my joy and my song:

O that all to this fountain would fly; He hath lov'd me, I know,

For he suffered below

To redeem such a rebel as I.

5 On the wings of his love

I am carried above

All my sin, and temptation, and pain; Ol sometimes believe

That I never shall grieve, That I never shall suffer again.