5 His mercy never will remove From men of heart sincere,

From those, whose humble, fervent love, Is joined with holy fear.

53. 7s. M.

Watts, alt'd.

The Perfections and Providence of God. Ps. exxxvi.

1 LET us with a joyful mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
Who by wisdom did create
Heaven's expanse, and all its state:

3 Did the solid earth ordain

How to rise above the main :
Who, by his commanding might,
Fill'd the new made world with light:

4 Caus'd the golden tressed sun,
All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
Mid her spangled sisters bright.

5 All his creatures God does feed,
His full hand supplies their need:
Let us therefore warble forth
His high majesty and worth.

6 He his mansion hath on high,
Above the reach of mortal eye;
And his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Milton.

54. 7 s. M.

Praise to God, the sovereign King, Ps. cxxxvi.

1 LIFT your voice, and joyful sing Praises to your heavenly King; For his mercies far extend,

And his bounty knows no end.

2 Honour pay to heaven's high Lord, And his wondrous deeds record; Through the various realms of earth, Praise him all of human birth.

3 Him, whose wisdom throned on high,
Built the mansions of the sky;
And the orbs that gild the pole
Bade through boundless ether roll.

4 Him, who o'er this earthly ball,
Looks with equal eye on all,
And to every thing which lives,
Rich supplies of blessings gives.

5 To the great eternal King
Raise your voice, and joyful sing;
For his mercies wide extend,
And his bounty knows no end.

55. L. M.

The House of God.

Merrick.

1 Lo! GOD is here: let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face:
Let all within us feel his power,
Let all within us seek his grace.

2 Lo! God is here: him day and night United choirs of angels sing:

To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring.

3 Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful incense fill:
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

56. c. M.

Salisbury Coll

Unprofitableness under Gospel Privileges.

1 LONG have we sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord!

Yet still how weak our faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!

2 Oft we frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain ;
What faint impressions of thy grace
Our languid powers retain !

3 How cold and feeble is our love!
How negligent our fear!
How low our hope of joys above!
How few affections there!

4 Great God! thy gracious aid impart
To give thy word success;
Write all its precepts on the heart,
And deep its truths impress.

O speed our progress in the way
That leads to joys on high;

Where knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die !

Watts.

57. P. M.

The divine Blessing implored.

1 LORD! dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope and comfort from above;
Let us, each thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love :
Still support us

While in duty's path we move.

2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence

With us evermore be found.

Toplady's Coll. alt'd

58. c. M.

Worship of the God of Holiness. Ps. v.

1 LORD! in the morning thou shall hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.

2 Then to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

3 O may thy spirit guide my feet
In ways of truth and grace!
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

4 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

5 But they who love and fear thy name,
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour, as a shield.

59. L. M.

Watts, alt'd.

"There remaineth a rest for the people of God." Heb. iv. 9.

1 LORD of the Sabbath! hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house ; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs, which in thy temple rise.

2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope, and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which dwell upon immortal tongues.

4 No gloomy cares shall there annoy,
No conscious guilt disturb our joy;
But every doubt and fear shall cease,
And perfect love give perfect peace.

5 When shall that glorious day begin,
Beyond the reach of death or sin;
Whose sun shall never more decline,
But with unfading lustre shine!

Doddridge.