28.

C. M.

WATTS.

10 THAT the Lord would guide my ways

To keep his statutes still!

O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!

2 O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart!

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn off mine eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires, arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.

5 Make me to walk in thy commands;
'Tis a delightful road;

Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.

29.

C. M.

CAPPE'S COL.

1 ETERNAL Source of life and light,
Supremely good and wise,

To thee we bring our grateful vows,
To thee lift up our eyes.

2 Our dark and erring minds illume
With truth's celestial rays;
Inspire our hearts with sacred love,
And tune our lips to praise.

3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace,
Through life's perplexing road;
And place us, when that journey's o'er,
At thy right hand, O God!

30.

L. M. MRS. COTTErill.

1 O THOU, who hast at thy command
The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.

2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be

That stands between ourselves and thee.

3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.

4 And while we to thy glory live,
May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place.

Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source.
So a soul that's born of God,

Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Fly, my riches, fly; my cares,
While I that course explore;
Flatt'ring world, with all your snares,
Solicit me no more.

Pilgrims fix not here their home;
Strangers tarry but a night:
When the last dear morn shall come,
We'll rise to glorious light.

4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Savior will return,
Triumphant through the skies.
Yet a season, and you know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All your sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

32.

II. JESUS CHRIST.

11s M.

DRUMMOND.

1 A VOICE from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,

And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day.

2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven,

And be the low valley exalted on high:

The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even,

For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh.

3 The beams of salvation his progress illume; The lone dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.

33.

C. M.

CH. PSALMIST.

1 BEHOLD my servant; see him rise
Exalted in my might!

Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.

2 On him, in rich effusion poured,
My Spirit shall descend;

My truths and judgment he shall show
To earth's remotest end.

3 Gentle and still shall be his voice;
No threats from him proceed;
The smoking flax he will not quench,
Nor break the bruised reed.

4 The feeble spark to flames he'll raise ;
The weak will not despise;

Judgment shall he bring forth to truth,
And make the fallen rise.

5 The progress of his zeal and power
Shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles
Receive the law divine.

34.

8s & 7s M.

CAWOOD.

1 HARK! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! the angelic host rejoices;

Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story,

Which they chant in hymns of joy: 'Glory in the highest-glory!

Glory be to God most high!

3 Peace on earth, good will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found:
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven :-
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4 Christ is born, the great anointed;
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
O receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.'