When we sink beneath the blow
Of our last and deadly foe;

May we in the realms of love
Praise thee on thy throne above!

HYMN LIV.-(c.M.)

LORD, when we bend before thy throne,,
And our confessions make;
Teach us to feel the sins we own,

And what we feel forsake.

When we make known our wants in prayer,
May we our wills resign;

And not a thought our bosoms share
Which is not wholly thine:

When mercy wakes our thankful songs,
Do thou our spirits raise;

And let our grateful hearts and tongues
Unite in joyful praise!

And when thy sacred word we hear,
Thy wisdom, Lord, impart;
O grant th' obedient, wakeful ear,
And understanding heart.

HYMN LV.-(L. M.)

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.
I have been there, and still would go,
"Tis like a little heaven below:
Not all that careless sinners say,
Shall tempt me to forget this day.

Oh write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts, and doctrines of thy word:
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.

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.

HYMN LVI.-(c. M.)

POUR down thy Spirit, gracious Lord,
On all assembled here;
May we receive th' engrafted word,
With meekness and with fear.
By faith in thee the soul receives
New life, though dead before;
And he, who in thy name believes,
Shall live to die no more.

Thy grace and mercy first prevail'd
From death to set us free;
And often since our life had fail'd,
Unless renew'd by thee.

To thee we look, to thee we bow !
On thee for help we call;
Our Life and Resurrection thou,
Our Hope, our Joy, our All.

HYMN LVII.-(P. M.)

SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heav'n with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake, and it was done.

Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when he
Captive led captivity.

Heav'n and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heav'ns and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No! the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.

HYMN LVIII.—(P. M.)

SON of God to thee we bow:
Thou art Lord, and only thou:
Thou the blessed Virgin's seed,
Of thy church the crown and head.
Thee the angels ever sing,

Thee we praise, our Priest and King:
Worthy is thy name of praise,

Full of glory, full of grace.

Thou hast gladsome tidings brought
Of salvation by thee wrought;
Wrought to set thy people free,
Wrought to bring our souls to thee.

May we follow, and adore

Thee, our Saviour, more and more;
Do thou guide us with thy love,
Till we join thy saints above.

HYMN LIX.-(c. M.)

FATHER of mercies! let our songs
With thee acceptance find;
Thy loving-kindness we confess
To us and all mankind.

Thanks for creation are thy due,
For life preserv'd by thee;
For all the blessings life affords,
So great, and yet so free!
Thanks for redemption above all,
To us in Jesus given;

Thanks for the means of
grace on earth,
And for the hope of heaven.

O let a sense of this thy grace
Our best affections move,

That while our lips thy praise proclaim,
Our hearts may feel thy love.

HYMN LX.-(C. M.) ́

LORD Jesu! why, why dost thou love
Such worthless things as we?
Why is thy heart still turn'd to us,
Who seldom turn to thee?

Thy bounty gives us all we have;
And we thy gifts abuse:

Thy bounty gives us ev'n thyself;
And we thyself refuse.

Alas, good Lord! I cannot love,
Unless thou draw my heart:
Thou, who so kindly mak'st me know,
O make me do my part.

Still do thou love me, O my Lord,
That I may still love thee:

Still make me love thee, O my God,
That thou may'st still love me:

HYMN LXI.-(c. M.)

THOU art the WAY-by thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he, who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, in thee.
Thou art the TRUTH-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

Thou art the LIFE-the op'ning tomb
Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm;
And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life-
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Where joys eternal flow.

HYMN LXII.—(c. m.)

FROM Calv'ry's cross a fountain flows
Of water and of blood;
More healing than Bethesda's pool,
Or fam'd Siloam's flood.

The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;
And there may sinners, vile as he,
Wash all their guilt away.