1 What sinners válue, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show ;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substàntial and sincère ;
When shall I wake and find me there?
3 O glorious hour! Oblèst abode!
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound :
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Savior's image rise.
Note: In some of the cases where the mark of monotone occurs, there is a little inflection, most commonly downwards.
PSALM 93 P. M.
1 The Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains,
His head with awful glories crown'd;
Array'd in robes of light,
Begirt with sovereign might,
And rays of majesty around.
2 In vain the noisy crowd,
Like billows fierce and loud,
Against thine empire rage and roar;
In vain with angry spite
The surly nations fight,
And dash.. like waves against the shore.
3 Let floods and nations rāge,
And all their power engage;
Let swelling tides assault the sky :
3. PSALM 132. c. M.
1 Arise, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest:
Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,
Thus to be own'd and blest.
2 Enter with all thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and thy word;
All that the ark did once contain,
Could no such grace afford.
3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows;
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provision of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.
4 Here let the son of David rèign,
Let God's anointed shine
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.
5 Here let him hold a lasting throne,
And as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.
4. PSALM 135. c. M.
1 Great is the Lord, and works unknown
Are his divine employ ;
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
2 All power that gods or kings have claim'd Is found with him alone;
But heathen gods should ne'er benam'd
Where our JEHOVAH's known.
3 Which of the stocks and stones they trust,
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glitt'ring dust,
And pray to gold in vain.
4 Ye nations know the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims your honors there.
1 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.
2 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
3 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I róve, where'er I rèst:
Nor let my weaker passions dare..
Consent to sin, for God is there.
6. PSALM 146. L. P. M.
I'll praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nòbler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
2 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die, and turn to dust:
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour;
Nor can they make their promise good.
3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth forever stands secure ;
He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.
HYMN 142, BOOK I.
1 Like sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,
But all the downward road.
2. How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wand'rings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!
3 How glorious was the grace,
When Christ sustain'd the stroke!
His life and blood the shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.
8. HYMN 14, Book 11. 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!
2 One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
3 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this;
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
HYMN 76, BOOK II.
1 Hosanna to the Prince of light,
That cloth'd himself in clay;
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.
3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,-
To reach his blest abode :
Sweet be the accents of your songs,
To our incarnate God.
4 Bright angels!.. strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise
Let heav'n and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
10. HYMN 77, BOOK II.
1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Savior's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes;
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies,
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
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