Confession of unworthiness and depravity.
1 FOR mercies, countless as the sands, Which daily we receive
From our Redeemer's bounteous hands, Oh! what shall sinners give?
2 Alas! from hearts so vile as ours No good can issue forth; For sin has spoil'd our noblest powers, Our all is nothing worth. 3 Yet this acknowledgment we make, For all He has bestow'd; Salvation's sacred cup we take, And call upon our God.
4 The best return for such as we, So wretched and so poor, Is from his gifts to draw a plea, And ask Him still for more.
5 We cannot serve Him as we ought; No works have we to boast: Yet would we glory in the thought, That we shall owe Him most.
PSALM 118.
(c. M. MELCHISEDEC.)
Praise for the Sabbath.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day He rose, and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell:
To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell.
3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes, in great Jehovah's name, To save our guilty race.
4 Hosanna in the loftiest strains The church on earth can raise ! The highest heavens, in which He reigns, Shall yield Him nobler praise.
PSALM 119.
(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? Thy word, O Lord! the way imparts To keep the conscience clean.
2 When that pervades the sinner's mind, And spreads its light abroad, The meanest may instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day,
And through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way.
4 Thy word is everlasting truth,
How pure is every page!
Oh! may it guide our earliest youth, And cheer our latest age!
(C. M. MANCHESTER.) Sanctified affliction a blessing. v. 67. 71.
1 'Tis good for us, most gracious Lord! To feel thy chastening rod: Afflictions make us learn thy law, And bring us near to God.
2 Had not thy word been our delight, When earthly joys were fled, Our souls, oppress'd with sorrow's weight, Had sunk among the dead. 3 We know thy judgments all are right, Though some may seem severe: The heaviest sufferings we endure, Flow from thy faithful care.
4 Before we felt thy chastening hand, Our feet were wont to stray; But now we learn to keep thy word, And love to tread thy way.
PSALM 119.
(L. M. PANCRas.)
The Christian weeping over the ungodly, v. 136. 1 Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise, Your torrents pour, my weeping eyes; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human nature sunk in shame ; See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name; The Father wounded through the Son, The world abused, the soul undone.
3 See the short course of vain delight Closing in scenes of endless night; In flames, that no abatement know, Though floods of tears for ever flow. 4 Who can survey the mournful scene? Who but must weep o'er dying men? Fain, Lord! my pity would reclaim, And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. 5 But feeble my compassions prove; I can but weep where most I love; Thine own all-saving arm employ, And turn these tears to tears of joy.
PSALM 121.
(c. M. DUBLIN.);
God the guardian of his saints.
1 FROM Zion's hills our help descends; To them we lift our eyes:
Our strength on God alone depends, Who made the earth and skies. 2 Around his saints, array'd in might, His guardian shield He spreads; Nor sun by day, nor moon by night, Shall hurt their favour'd heads.
3 He, ever watchful, ever nigh, Forbids their feet to slide;
Nor sleep nor slumber seals the eye Of Israel's Guard and Guide.
4 Safe may they come, and safe may go, While they on Him depend:
For why? his power no bounds can know, His mercy knows no end.
PSALM 122.
(C. M. TRURO.)
The house of God welcome to the Christian. 1 How did our hearts rejoice to hear Our friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep this solemn day."
2 Up to her courts, with heartfelt praisé, The holy tribes repair;
There David's Son his sceptre sways, And sits in judgment there.
3 He hears our praise and our complaint; And, while his awful voice Divides the sinner from the saint, We tremble and rejoice.
4 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy, a constant guest; With holy gifts and heavenly grace, Be her attendants blest!
5 Our souls shall still for Zion pray Long as our breath remains:
There our best friends their homage pay; There God, our Saviour, reigns.
PSALM 122.
(P. M. GREENWICH.)
For the morning of the Sabbath.
1 THE festal morn, our God! is come, That calls us to thy hallow'd dome, Thy presence to adore:
« ÀÌÀü°è¼Ó » |