7 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;
And, safely folded in thine arms,
Resign our powers to rest.
8 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be past;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.
L.M.-Forbearance, Meekness, and Kindness.
1 JESUS, my Saviour, let me be
More perfectly conform'd to thee;
Implant each grace, each sin dethrone,
And form my temper like thine own.
2 My foe, when hungry, let me feed,
Share in his grief, supply his need;
The haughty frown may I not fear,
But with a lowly meekness bear.
3 Let the envenom'd heart and tongue,
The hand outstretch'd to do me wrong,
Excite no feelings in my breast,
But such as Jesus once express'd.
4 To others let me always give,
What I from others would receive;
Good deeds for evil ones return,
Nor, when provok'd, with anger burn.
5 This will proclaim how bright and fair,
The precepts of the gospel are;
And God himself, the God of love,
His own resemblance will approve.
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L.M.-God's gracious approbation of a religious care of our
Families. Gen xviii. 19.
1 FATHER of men, thy care we bless,
Which crowns our families with peace,
From thee they sprung, and by thy hand
Their root and branches are sustain'd.
2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, Be our domestic altars rais'd,
Who, Lord of heaven, scorns not to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.
3 To thee may each united house,
Morning and night present its vows;
Our servants there, and rising race
Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.
4 O may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name,
While pleas'd and thankful, we remove
To join the family above.
C.M.-Sovereignty and Grace.
1 THE Lord! how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.
2 Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
While with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.
3 A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them as he please.
4 Adoring angels round him fall,
In all their shining forms,
His sovereign eye looks through them all,
And pities mortal worms.
5 His bowels to our worthless race,
In sweet compassion move;
He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, Love.
6 Now, let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will,
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain,
We are his favourites still,
7 No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis sovereign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
S.M.-Salvation by Grace. Eph. ii. 5.
1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to my ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man,
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
L.M.-The Riches of pardoning Grace celebrated. Isa. xliv. 22. 1 LET heaven burst forth into a song; Let earth reflect the joyful sound; Ye mountains, with the echo ring, And shout, ye forests, all around. 2 The Lord his Israel hath redeem'd, Hath made his mourning people glad, And the rich glories of his name In their salvation hath display'd.
3 Unnumber'd sins, like sable clouds,
Veil'd every cheerful ray of joy,
And thunders murmur'd through the gloom,
While lightnings pointed to destroy.
4 He spoke, and all the clouds dispers'd,
And heaven unveil'd its shining face;
The whole creation smil'd anew,
Deck'd in the golden beams of
5 Israel, return in humble love,
Return to thy Redeemer's breast, And charm'd by his melodious voice, Compose thy weary powers to rest.
L.M.-God's incomparable Mercy admired. Micah vii. 18-20.
1 SUPREME in mercy, who shall dare
With thy compassion to compare?
For thy own sake wilt thou forgive,
And bid the trembling sinner live.
2 Millions of our transgressions past,
Cancell'd, behind thy back are cast;
Thy grace, a sea without a shore,
O'erflows them, and they rise no more.
4 And lest new legions should invade,
And make the pardon'd souls afraid,
Our inbred lusts thou wilt subdue,
And form degenerate hearts anew.
4 Our Leader God, our songs proclaim;
We lift our banners in his name;
With songs of triumph forth we go,
And level the gigantic foe.
5 His truth to Jacob shall prevail;
His oath to Abram cannot fail:
The hope of saints in ancient days,
Which ages yet unborn shall praise.
L.M.-"Thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling." Ps. cxvi. 8. 1 MY soul, through my Redeemer's care, Sav'd from the second death, I feel; My eyes from tears of dark despair, My feet from falling into hell. 2 Wherefore to him my feet shall run; Mine eyes on his perfections gaze; My soul shall live for God alone, And all within me shout his praise.
C.M.- Say unto my soul, I am thy Salvation." Ps. xxxv. 3.
1 SALVATION! O melodious sound
To wretched, dying men!
Salvation that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again!
2 Rescu'd from hell's eternal gloom,
From fiends, and fires, and chains;
Rais'd to a paradise of bliss,
Where love and glory reigns!
3 But oh! may a degenerate soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine?
4 The lustre of so bright a bliss
My feeble heart o`erbears;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.
5 My Saviour-God, no voice but thine
These dying hopes can raise;
Speak thy salvation to my soul,
And turn its tears to praise.
6 My Saviour-God, this broken voice
Transported shall proclaim,
And call on all the' angelic harps
To sound so sweet a name.
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