From cymbals loud his praise be heard;
But still more pleasing to the Lord,
The music of a grateful heart.

Let all that breathe, let ev'ry breath,
Declare his praise: nor cease in death
His endless glories to proclaim :
Let the whole church, below, above,
Exalted in the Saviour's love,

Shout hallelujahs to his name.

HYMNS.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Glory to God, who safe hath kept,
And hath preserv'd me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, that when from death I wake,
I may of endless bliss partake.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard ev'ry spring of thought and will,
And with my heart be present still.

May all my converse be sincere ;
My conscience as the noon-day clear:
For thy all-seeing eye surveys,
My secret thoughts, and all my ways.

Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I shall do, or think, or say;
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole service may unite.
Praise God, from whom, &c.

HOW did my heart rejoice to hear,
My friends devoutly say,
"In Sion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!"
I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorn'd with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To shew his milder face.

Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

He hears our praises and complaints;
Aud while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!

With holy gifts and heav'nly grace,
Be her attendants blest.