Yet still how weak our faith is found,"
How slow to learn thy word!

2 Oft we frequent thy holy place,
Yet hear almost in vain;

Such faint impressions of thy grace,
Our languid powers retain.

3 How cold and feeble is our love!
How negligent our fear;

How low our hopes of joys above;
How few affections there!

4 Great God! thy sovereign aid impart,
To give thy word success;
Write all its precepts on our heart,
And deep its truths impress.

5 Oh! speed our progress in the way
That leads to joys on high;
Where knowledge grows without decay,"
And love shall never die.

HYMN 114.

1 HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, In heaven thy dwelling-place,

From children made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face.

2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day!
And grant us, we implore,

Never to waste, in sinful play,
Thy holy sabbaths more.

3 Thanks that we hear: but oh! impart

To each desires sincere,

That we may listen with the heart,
And learn as well as hear.

4 O Lord! do Thou our spirits take
Beneath thy gracious sway,
Who canst the wisest wiser make,
And babes as wise as they.

5 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows,
A sun that ne'er declines;

And be thy mercy shower'd on those,
Who placed us, where it shines.

HYMN 115.

1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected powers:

Gladly may we to Thee resign

These solemn, consecrated hours;
Now may our souls, adoring, own
The grace, that calls us to thy throne.

2 Hence ye vain cares and trifles, fly!
Where God resides, disturb no more:
All-seeing God! thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore: Oh! may thy grace our bosoms move, And fix our thoughts on things above. 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, And bid thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear and warm the heart;

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Then shall the day indeed be thine; Then shall our souls, adoring own Tlie grace, that calls us to thy throne.

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HYMN 116..

LORIOUS things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, City of our God!

He, whose word can ne'er be broken,

Form'd thee for his own abode : On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou art safe from all thy foes.

2 Here the stream of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Flows to cheer thy sons and daughters,
And all dread of want remove:
None can faint, where such a river
Freely pours, their thirst t'assuage,
Blessings which, like God, the Giver,
Never fail from age to age.

3 Saviour! if in Zion's city
Thou record our worthless name,
Let the world deride or pity,
We may well endure the shame ;
Fading is the sinner's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and shew:
Solid joy and lasting treasure,
None but Zion's children know.

HYMN 117.

THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,

Still shall the praises of my God,
My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distress'd,
From my example comfort take,
And soothe their griefs to rest.

3 Come magnify the Lord with me;
With me exalt his name ;
When in distress to Him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.

4 Oh! make but trial of his love:
Experience will decide,

How bless'd are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear Him, ye saints, and ye will then
Have nothing else to fear;

Make ye his service your delight,
He'll make your wants his care.

HYMN 118.

1 REJOICE! the Lord is King! Your God and King adore:

Loud hallelujahs sing,

And triumph evermore:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, ye saints of God, rejoice!

2 The mighty Saviour reigns;
The God of power and love;
Who, having purged our sins,
Rose to his throne above :

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice! ye saints of God, rejoice!

3 His kingdom cannot fail;

He rules o'er earth and heaven:
The keys of death and hell

Into his hands are given :
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice! ye saints of God, rejoice!

4 Rejoice in glorious hope
The Saviour soon will come,

And take his servants up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the' archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound, "Rejoice!"

HYMN 119.

1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,

Where love inspires the breast:

Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

3 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 'Tis love, that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;