5 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows,
A sun that ne'er declines;

And be thy mercy shower'd on those
Who place us where it shines.

1 THY throne, O God! in righteousness For ever shall endure;

We bow before it; deign to bless
The children of the poor.

2 Thy wisdom fix'd our lowly birth,
Yet we thy goodness share;

Still make us, while we dwell on earth, The children of thy care.

3 Thou art our Shepherd, glorious God! Thy little flock behold;

And guide us by thy staff and rod,
The children of thy fold.

4 We praise thy name that we are brought To this thy holy place;

That we are watch'd, and warn'd, and
The children of thy grace.

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5 O may our friends, thy servants here,

Meet all our souls above;

And they and we in heav'n appear;
The children of thy love.

HYMN XLI.

my soul,

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1 JESUS, Refuge of
To thy shelt'ring arms I fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high.

2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past:
Safe into the haven guide:
O receive my soul at last!

3 All my trust on Thee is stay'd,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin:

Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.

HYMN XLII. C. M.

1 WHEN We can view our prospect clear To mansions in the skies,

We bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And dry our weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against our souls engage, And fiery darts be hurl'd,

We then can smile at all their rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall,

May we but safely reach our home,

Our God! our Heaven! our All!

4 There shall we stay our weary souls
In scenes of changeless rest;
Where not a wave of trouble rolls
Across the peaceful breast.

HYMN XLIII.

C. M.

1 ETERNAL God! we look to Thee;
To Thee for help we fly:

Thine eye alone our wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.

2 From path to path we roam for rest,
But all our search is vain;
We seek for life among the dead,
For joy, where sorrows reign.

3 Alas! by passion's force subdued,
Too oft with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And choose the specious ill.

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh! let thy grace supply:

The good, unask'd, in mercy grant;
The ill, though ask'd, deny.

HYMN XLIV.

C. M.

1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love!
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was The plants in beauty grew;

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Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time, nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

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HYMN XLV.

P. M.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood
Through ev'ry land proclaim:
The year of Jubilee, &c.

3

Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad!
The year of Jubilee, &c.

HYMN XLVI.

C. M.

1 AWAKE, our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail;
Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.

2 Behold the portal wide display'd,
The buildings strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

3 Enter my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;

Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.