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4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim

The honors of my God;
My life, with all my active powers,

Shall spread thy praise abroad.


C. M. MONTGOMERY. 1 One prayer I have,- all prayers in one,-

When I am wholly thine ;
Thy will, my God, thy will be done,

And let that will be mine,
2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,

In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways unknown, or understood,

Are merciful and just.
3 May I remember that to thee,

Whate'er 1 have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me,

May all thy bounties flow.
4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,

When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,

When in thy service spent.
5 And though thy wisdom takes away,

Shall I arraign thy will ?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,

“The Lord is gracious still."



S. M.
1 How perfect is thy word!

And all thy judgments just !
Forever sure thy promise, Lord,

And men securely trust.

2 My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions given !

may I never read in vain,

But find the path to heaven. 3 I hear thy word with love,

And I would fain obey;
Send thy good Spirit from above,

To guide me, lest I stray.
4 While with my heart and tongue

I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,

My Savior and my God.


C. M.


1 Songs of immortal praise belong

To my almighty God;
He has my heart, and he my tongue,

To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand hath wrought!

How glorious in our sight!
Good men in every age have sought

His wonders with delight.
3 Nature and time, and earth and skies,

Thy heavenly skill proclaim;,
What shall we do to make us wise,

But learn to read thy name?
4 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace,

Is our divinest skill;
And he's the wisest of our race,

That best obeys thy will.


C. M. SPIRIT OF PSALMs. 1 O God, our strength, to thee the song

With grateful hearts we raise ;
To thee, and thee alone, belong

All worship, love, and praise.
2 In trouble's dark and stormy hour

Thine ear hath heard our prayer ;
And graciously thine arm of power

Hath saved us from despair.
3 And thou, O ever gracious Lord,

Wilt keep thy promise still,
If, meekly hearkening to thy word,

We seek to do thy will.
4 Led by the light thy grace imparts,

Ne'er may we bow the knee
To idols, which our wayward hearts

Set up instead of thee.
5 So shall thy chuicest gifts, O Lord,

Thy faithful people bless;
For them shall earth its stores afford,

And Heaven its happiness.


L. M.

ANONYMOUS. 1 THROUGH all the various shifting scene

Of life's mistaken ill or good,
Thy hand, O God, conducts unseen

The beautiful vicissitude.
2 Thou givest with paternal care,

Howe'er unjustly we complain,
To all their necessary share
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.

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3 All things on earth, and all in heaven,

On thine eternal will depend :
And all for greater good were given,

Would man pursue the appointed end. 4 Be this my care to all beside

Indifferent let my wishes be;
Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,
And fixed my soul, great God! on thee.


L. M.


1 GREAT GOD! in vain man's narrow view

Attempts to look thy nature through;
Our laboring powers with reverence own

Thy glories never can be known.
2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought,

Who countless years his God has sought,
Such wondrous height or depth can find,

Or fully trace thy boundless mind.
3 And yet thy kindness deigns to show

Enough for mortal minds to know ;
While wisdom, goodness, power divine,
Through all thy works and conduct shine.

4 0! may our souls with rapture trace

Thy works of nature and of grace ;
Explore thy sacred truth, and still
Press on to know and do thy will.


Ils. M. MONTGOMERY. 1 The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know,

I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest ;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow;
Restores me when wandering, redeems when

oppressed. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death tho'

I stray,

Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; 'Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, No harm can befall, with


Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread;

With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth


With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;

O what shall I ask of thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,

Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom

of love.


78. M.

MERRICK. 1 Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine !

Want shall never more be mine :
In a pasture fair and large

He shall feed his happy charge.
2 When I fdint with summer's heat,

He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow.

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