Praise Him above ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

Holy, holy, holy Lord God of hosts!
-Heaven and Earth are full of the ma-

jesty of Thy glory!

Hallelujah! Amen.

CXXIX.

HAD THE TONGUE.

41 Cor. xiii.)

1. HAD I the tongue of Greeks or Jews,
Or nobler speech than angels use;
If love be absent, I am found
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell ;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
2. Should I distribute all my store
To heal the miseries of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame.
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
If love to God and love to men

Be absent, all my hopes are vain:
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal
The work of love can e'er fulfil.

CXXX.

FOR PARDON AND PEACE.

1. LAMB of God, for sinners slain,
To Thee I feebly pray :

Heal me of my grief and pain,
Oh take my sins away !

From this bondage, Lord, release,
No longer let me be opprest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast!

2. Hast Thou not invited all

Who groan beneath their sin?
Weary, I obey thy call,

And come to be made clean.

Give

my burthen'd conscience ease, Oh grant me now the promised rest ; Jesus, Master, seal my peace,

And take me to Thy breast!

3. Wilt thou cast a sinner out

Who humbly comes to thee?
No, good Lord, I cannot doubt
Thy mercy is for me.

Let me then obtain thy grace
And be of paradise possest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,

And take me to Thy breast!

4. Worldly good I do not want; Be that to others given:

Only for Thy love I pant,

My All in earth or heaven.

This the crown I fain would seize,

The good wherewith I would be blest; Jesus, Master, seal my peace,

And take me to Thy breast!

CXXXI.

MY GOD PERMIT ME NOT TO BE.

(From the Selection of R. Tighe, Esq.)

1. MY God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove
Forgetful of my highest love.

2. Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go?

Call

3. Call me away from sin and sense ;One sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign.

4. Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn ; Let noise and vanity be gone:

In secret silence of the mind

My heaven, and there my God I find.

CXXXII.

WEARY SOULS.

From the Selection of R. Tighe, Esq.
1. WEARY souls that wander wide
From the central point of bliss,
Turn to Jesus crucified,

Fly to those blest wounds of his :
Sink into the purple flood,

Rise into the LIFE OF GOD.

2. Find in Christ the way of Peace,
Peace unspeakable, unknown:
By His pain he gives you ease,
Life in his expiring groan!
Rise exalted by His fall, f..
Find in Christ your all in all.

O believe

3. O believe the record true,

• God to us his Son hath given !'
Then may you be happy too,
Find on earth the life of heaven.
Live the life of heaven above,
All the life of glorious love.
4. This the universal bliss,

Bliss for every soul design'd;
God's primeval promise this,
God's great gift to all mankind:
Blest in Christ this moment be,
Blest to all eternity!

CXXXIII.

I THIRST.

(From the same Collection.) Music, as 100th Psalm: Mel. Sac.

1. I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood;
Hard by thy wounds to rest; then pain
Were sweet, and life or death were gain.
2. How blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd at thy bleeding side:
Who life and strength from Thee derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live!