4. The stranger's hand by thee is moved
To be the orphan's stay;

And, better far, the stranger's voice
Hath taught me how to pray.

5. Thou putt'st a new song in our mouth, A song of praise and joy;

O may we not our lips alone,
But hearts, in praise employ !

CXCV.

SECOND PART.

6. TO HIM who little children took,
And in his bosom held,

And, blessing them with looks of love,
Their rising fears dispell'd;

7. To Him, while flowers bloom on the bank, Or lambs sport on the lea;

While larks with morning hymns ascend,
Or birds chaunt on the tree :

8. To Him let every creature join

In prayer and thanks and praise:
Infants, their little anthems lisp;
Age, hallelujahs raise !

CXCVI.

PIETY UNDER TRIALS.

By Caroline Fry. (Music, as 72nd Psalm, Mel. Sac.) 1. GRACE does not steel the faithful heart, That it should know no ill;

We learn to kiss the chastening rod,
And feel its sharpness still.

The child of God may oft-time meet
Misfortune's saddest blow;

His bosom is alive to feel

The keenest pangs of woe.

2. But, ever as each wound is given,
There is a hand unseen

Hasting to wipe away the scar,
And hide where it had been.

Poor Nature, ever weak, will shrink
From the afflictive stroke;

But Faith disclaims the hasty plaint
Impatient Nature spoke!

3. He knows it is a Father's will,
And therefore must be good;

Nor would he venture, by a wish,
To change it if he could.

The grateful bosom quickly learns
Its sorrow to disown;

Yields to HIS pleasure, and forgets
The choice was not its own.

CXCVII.

SECOND PART.

4. THE Christian would not have his lot
Be other than it is;

For, while his Father rules the world,
He knows that world is His.

He knows that He who gave the best,
Will give him all beside;
Assured that every good he asks
Is evil, if denied.

5. When clouds of sorrow gather round,
His bosom owns no fear;

He knows, where'er his portion be,
His God will still be there.

And when the threaten'd storm has burst,

(Whate'er that trial be,)

Something yet whispers him within,

"Be still, for it is He!"

CXCVIII.

FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION.

(Air, as 144th Ps. Mel. Sac.)
Matth. xxvi. 26-29.

1. 'TWAS on that night, when doom'd to know
The Scourge of sin, the pangs of woe:
That night in which he was betray'd,
The Saviour of the world took bread:
2. And, after thanks and glory given

To Him that rules in earth and heaven,
That symbol of his flesh he broke,
And thus to all his followers spoke :

3. My broken body thus I give

For you ;-for all :-take, eat, and live:
And oft the sacred rite renew,

'That brings My wondrous love to view.' 4. Then in his hands the cup He raised, And God anew he thank'd and praised; While kindness in his bosom glow'd, And from his lips salvation flow'd:

5. With love to man this cup is fraught,

Let all partake the sacred draught;
Through latest ages let it pour
In memory of My dying hour!'

CXCIX.

FOR THE SAME.

Printed frequently at the end of the Common Prayer-Book. Air, as 62nd Psalm, Mel. Sac.

1. MY GOD, and is thy table spread,

And doth thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all Thy sweetness know. 2. Hail, sacred feast, which JESUS makes, Rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 3. O! let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests! each soul salvation see,

And may

That here its sacred pledges tastes.

4. Let crowds approach with hearts prepared; With hearts inflamed let all attend : Nor, when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end.

5. Receive thy dying churches, Lord!

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And bid our drooping graces live;
And more,- -that energy afford,

A Saviour's blood alone can give..