And leave me in this world's wild maze, To follow ev'ry wand'ring star. 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlight'ning our beclouded eyes; Thy threat'nings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 6 Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss: › All my desires and hopes beside, Are faint and cold, compar'd with this. 254. An Evening Hymn. 1 THUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head; While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round bed. my 4 In vain the sons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things; My God in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings. [5 Faith in his name forbids my fears: O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. 6 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.] 255. A Song for Morning and Evening. 1 MY God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new; And morning mercies from above, 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 1 I'M 256. Not ashamed of the Gospel. "M not asham'd to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause, Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God! I know his name, Nor will he put my soul to shame, 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, What I've committed to his hands, And in the new Jerusalem 257. Saints in the Hands of Christ. 1 FIRM as the earth the gospel stands, My Lord, my hope, my trust; If I am found in Jesus' hands, 2 His honour is engag'd to save 3 Nor death, nor hell, shall e'er remove In the dear bosom of his love 1 JESUS, the King of glory, reigns Looks like a Lamb that has been slain, 2 He ever lives to intercede Before his Father's face. Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, 259. A Morning Song, 1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, the tribute pay 2 Night unto night his name repeats, Wide as the heaven on which he sits, 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, 4 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light;.. Then shall my soul in smiles decline, 260. Mercy. 1 RAISE your triumphant songs, Let the wide earth resound the deeds 2 Sing how eternal love 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, 261. God glorified in the Gospel. While power, and truth, and boundless love, Display their glories here. 2 Here, in thy gospel's wond'rous frame, A thousand angels learn thy name 3 Thy name is writ in fairest lives, Wisdom through all the mystery shines, 4 The law its best obedience owes And thy revenging Justice shows 5 But still the lustre of thy grace 1 262. The Offices of Christ. WE E bless the Prophet of the Lord, Jesus, thy Spirit, and thy word, 2 We rev'rence our High Priest above, 4 Hosanna to his glorious name, 263. The Sovreignty of God. The garments he assumes Are light and majesty ; " His glories shine with beams so bright, No mortal eye can bear the sight. 2The thunder of his hand Keeps the whole world in awe, |