2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak;
Heal me, for thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make,-
Heal me for thy mercy's sake.
3 Who within the silent grave
Shall proclaim thy power to save?
Lord! my sinking soul reprieve;
Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4 Lo! he comes-he heeds my plea;
Lo! he comes-the shadows flee;
Glory round me dawns once more;
Rise, my spirit! and adore.

7.

C. M.

God's Care of his People in Persecution.
1 MY trust is in my heavenly friend,
My hope in thee, my God!
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.

2 If I have e'er provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe;

Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honor low.

3 If there were malice hid in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

8.

4 Arise, my God! lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

FIRST PART, L. M.

The Hosanna of the Children.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies!

Through the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Thy power assists their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.
4 Children amidst thy temple throng,
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.

8.

SECOND PART, L. M.

Christ's Condescension and Glorification. 10 LORD, our Lord! in power divine, How great is thy illustrious name! Through all the earth thy glories shine, Placed high above the heavenly frame. 2 Down from his throne thy Son descends, A little time our form to wear; Beneath th' angelic hosts he bends, Our sufferings and our sins to bear. 3 But, lo! thy power exalts him high, In glorious dignity enthroned: He bears our nature to the sky, O'er all thy works the ruler crownen. 4 Jesus, our Lord! in power divine, How great is thy illustrious name! Through all the earth thy glories shine;--Let all the earth resound thy fame.

8.

FIRST PART, C. M.

Creation and Redemption.

1 0 LORD, our Lord! how wondrous great, Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;—
3 Lord! what is man or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm?

5 Yet, while he lived on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,
Behold obedient nature own
His Godhead and his power!
6 Let him be crowned with majesty,
Who bowed his head in death;
And be his honors sounded high,
By all things that have breath.

8.

SECOND PART, C. M.

God's Condescension.

1 O LORD, my King! how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament,
How wonderfully shown!

2 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand;
The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land;-

3 Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst deign On him to set thy love,

Give him awhile on earth to reign,

Then fill a throne above?

4 O Lord! how excellent thy name, How manifold thy ways!

8.

Let time thy saving truth proclaim,-
Eternity thy praise.

S. M.

God's Grace to Men.

1 O LORD, our heavenly King!

Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shinë.

2 When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon complete in light
Adorn the darksome skies;-

3 When I survey the stars,
In all their shining forms,

Lord! what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord! what is worthless man,

8.

That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!

And wondrous are thy ways;

Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

78.

The Praises of Children.

1 GLORY to the Father give;—
God, in whom we move and live:
Children's prayers he deigns to hear;
Children's songs delight his ear.
2 Glory to the Son we bring,-
Christ, our prophet, priest and king!
Children! raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for he was slain.
3 Glory to the Holy Ghost;
Be this day a pentecost:

Children's minds may he inspire;
Touch their lips with holy fire.

4 Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,

9.

For the gospel from above,

For the word, that "God is love."

FIRST PART, C. M.

Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment-Seat.

1 WITH my whole heart, I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

Thou sovereign judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to shame.

I'll sing thy majesty and grace;

My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all who are oppressed,
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

4 The men who know thy name will trust In thine abundant grace;

9.

For thou didst ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill;

Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfill.

SECOND PART, C. M.

The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.

1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the fearful gates of death
Does his own children raise:
On Zion's hill, with tuneful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

4 Rise, great Redeemer! from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

10.

L. M.

Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.
1 JEHOVAH reigns-your tribute bring;
Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints! with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

2 Thou, Lord! ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish designed,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,
While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.