6 May I like you in God delight, 7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, 8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Guard my first spring of thought and will, 9 Direct, control, suggest this day, That all my powers, with all their might, 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 1 GLO HYMN XLV. Evening Hymn. LORY to thee, my God, this night, Stop all the avenues of ill. 7 Thought to thought with my soul converse, Celestial joys to me rehearse; And in my stead, all the night long, Sing to my God a grateful song. 1 8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 1 HYMN XLVI. Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm. 3 We are his people, we his care, 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, HYMN XLVII. Praise to the Redeemer. Tawake the sacred song! O our Redeemer's glorious name O may his love (immortal flame!) tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? what mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch in wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme fill every heart and tongue; Till strangers love thy charming name, and join the sacred song. 1 HYMN XLVIII. Communion with Christ. NO Jesus, our exalted Lord, and That name, in heaven and earth ador'd, Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of sacred praise. 2 But all the notes which mortals know, Are weak, and languishing, and low; Far, far above our humble songs, The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet, And worship at his sacred feet; O let our warm affections move, In glad returns of grateful love. 4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore, But long to know and love thee more; And whilst we taste the bread and wine, Desire to feed on joys divine. 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid, To see thy wondrous love display'd; 1 HYMN XLIX. The Lord's Day. WELCOME, sweet day of rest, WELCOME, Welcome to this reviving breast, and these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near to feast his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, and love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place where Jesus is within, Is better than ten thousand days of pleasure and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay in such a frame as this, Till it is call'd to soar away to everlasting bliss. HYMN L. Preparations for religious Worship. 1 AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; From flesh and sense I would be free, To see thy grace, to taste thy love, The joys that from thy presence flow. HYMN LI. Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beauty. Isaiah 1 xxxiii. 17. HOULD nature's charms, to please the eye, in sweet assemblage join, All nature's charms would droop and die, Jesus, compar'd with thine. 2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd, and vain her blooming store; Her brightness languishes to shade, 3 But ah, how far from mortal sight his radiant face conceals. 4 O could my longing spirit rise 5 There thousands worship at thy feet, The triumphs of thy love repeat, in songs of endless joy. 6 Thy presence beams eternal day o'er all the blissful place; Who would not drop this load of clay, and die, to see thy face? HYMN LII. The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures. 1 NATHER of mercies! in thy word For ever be thy name ador'd for these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want exhaustless riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, and lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, and yields a free repast, Sublimer sweets than nature knows 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 5 O may these heavenly pages be And still new beauties may I see, and still increasing light. 6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, be thou for ever near; Teach me to love thy sacred word, and view my Saviour there. HYMN LIII. The Seasons crowned with goodness. Psalm lxv. 11. TERNAL source of every joy! 1 1 E Well may thy praise our lips employ, To hail thee sov'reign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, And darkness when to veil the skies. No more the face of horror wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days H HYMN LIV. A Funeral Thought. [ARK! from the tombs, a mournful sound, "Ye living men, come view the ground, |