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Confession of unworthiness and depravity.
Which daily we receive
Oh! what shall sinners give ? 2 Alas! from hearts so vile as ours
No good can issue forth;
Our all is nothing worth.
For all He has bestow'd;
And call upon our God.
So wretched and so poor,
And ask Him still for more.
No works have we to boast :
That we shall owe Him most.
Praise for the Sabbath.
He calls the hours his own ;
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day He rose, and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell:
And all his wonders tell.
With messages of grace;
To save our guilty race.
The church on earth can raise !
Shall yield Him nobler praise.
(C. M. MESSIAH) The word of God a lamp to our feel. v. 9. 10. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin ?
To keep the conscience clean. 2 When that pervades the sinner's mind,
And spreads its light abroad,
And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day,
A lamp to lead our way.
How pure is every page!
And cheer our latest age !
Sanctified affliction a blessing. v. 67. 71.
To feel thy chastening rod :
And bring us near to God.
When earthly joys were fled,
Had sunk among the dead.
Though some may seem severe :
Flow from thy faithful care.
Our feet were wont to stray:
And love to tread thy way.
(L, M, PANCRAS.)
Your torrents pour, my weeping, eyes;
Those evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name;
3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in scenes of endless night;
Though floods of tears for ever flow. 4 Who can survey the mournful scene?
Who but must weep o'er dying men ?
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame, 5 But feeble my compassions prove;
I can but weep where most I love;
God the guardian of his saints.
To them we lift our eyes :
Who made the earth and skies.
His guardian shield He spreads ;
Shall hurt their favour'd heads. 3 He, ever watchful, ever nigh,
Forbids their feet to slide;
Of Israel's Guard and Guide.
While they on Him depend :
His mercy knows no end.
(c. M. TRURO.) The house of God welcome to the Christian. 1 How did our hearts rejoice to hear
Our friends devoutly say, 6. In Zion let us all appear,
And keep this solemn day.”
The holy tribes repair;
And sits in judgment there. 3 He hears our praise and our complaint;
And, while his awful voice
We tremble and rejoice.
And joy, a constant guest;
Be her attendants blest !
Long as our breath remains :
There God, our Saviour, reigns.
For the morning of the Sabbath.
Thy presence to adore: