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3 Sing till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues ; Sing till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs. 4 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day,
In Christ our sovereign King. 5 Soon we shall hear him say,
• Ye blessed children, come;' Soon he will call us hence away, And take his pilgrims home.
146. L. M. Watts.
A whole assembly worship thee!
They hear of heaven and learn the way. 2 Here, gracious Lord, we still would stay,
And sing the pleasing hours away ;
Whene'er thy smiling face we meet. 3 0 write upon each memory, Lord,
The text and doctrine of thy word,
But love thee better than before.
Fill up this roving heart of mine;
147. C. M. Cennick.
Lord's day evening.
Without a veil between!
2 Assist me, while I wander here,
Amidst a world of cares ;
And then accept my prayers. 3 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give,
To be my guide and friend,
148. C. M. Watis.
ATHER of Glory! to thy name
proclaim, And bid us rebels live. 2 Immortal honour to the Son,
Who makes thine anger cease ; Our lives he ransom'd with his own,
And died to make our peace. 3 To thy Almighty Spirit be
Immortal glory given,
And trains us up for heaven.
Adore th' eternal God,
Through nations far abroad.
One general song to raise ;
149. C. M. Watts.
Through the whole nation run; Ye Christian skies, reflect the noise
Beyond the rising sun.
P Propitious to his people's prayer,
2 Thee, mighty God, our souls admire,
Thee, our glad voices sing, And join with the celestial choir
To praise th' eternal King.
And on the starry skies
Thy envious foes devise.
From their malicious power; Let Christians with united songs Almighty grace adore.
150. L. M. Rippon's Selection. Thanksgiving for National Deliverance.
ear And, though deliverance long delay,
Answers in his well-chosen day. 2 Salvation doth 10 God belong;
shall be our song ; The tribute of our love we bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King.
Shall echo thy triumphant name;
To thee a temple shall become. 4 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy honour'd sight,
151. L. M.
2 The nations all beneath thine eye
Are nothing, vanity, and less;
Or naught enjoy, or all possess.
The triumph of the lay belongs;
Thy praise, in grateful, lasting songs! 4 Unfurl thy banner, mighty God!
Make sin and tyrants bow to thee;
Shine brightest in thy book.
Here my best comfort lies,
And here my hopes arise.
faults have been, And from the gospel let me draw Pardon for all
To save my soul from hell;
Such heavenly wonders tell.
And take a fresh delight,
• They contain my holy word;
Make the hardest heart to feel,
Guide us all the way to heaven.
And our frozen hearts inflame;
Show us if we 're born of God.
While the Spirit's sword we wield 5 Book of books! of all, the best ;
Give me this, take all the rest;
This can never lead astray.
Here my weakness finds a prop;
154. C. M. Watts.
The Holy Scriptures.
But in thy written word.
Does all my grief assuage;
Almost in every page.