ARMENIA. C. M.*

S. B. POND. ARR.

DOLCE. LEGATO.

petition rise.

606.

Prayer for Submission.

1. FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:-

2. Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

3. Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

1. AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say "My Father, God ?"
Lord! at thy feet I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.

2. I would submit to all thy will,

For thou art good and wise;
Let each rebellious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

3. Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom, And bid me wait serene;

Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

4. "My Father, God !" permit my heart To plead her humble claim,

And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Redeemer's name.

608. Evening Worship in the Family.
1. O, LORD! another day has flown,
And we, a lonely band,

Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.

2. And wilt thou bend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt-for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

3. And, Jesus! thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;

For thou didst bless the infant train,
And are we less than they?

4. Thy heavenly grace to each impart;
All evil far remove;

And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting love.

5. Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly thine, A flock by Jesus led,

The Sun of righteousness shall shine
In glory on our head.

6. Oh! still restore our wandering feet,
And still direct our way;

Till worlds shall fail, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.

1. SWEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King!
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

2. God reigns on high, but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies;

Through the whole earth thy bounty shines,

And every want supplies.

3. With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food:
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouth with good.

4. How kind and gracious is the Lord,
How slow his anger moves!

But soon he sends his pardoning word
To cheer the soul he loves!

5. Creatures with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste thy richer grace
Delight to bless thy name.

610.

The new Covenant sealed.

1. THE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand for ever good:
He said—and gave his soul to death,
And sealed the grace with blood.

2. To this dear covenant of thy word,
I set my worthless name;
I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.

3. I call that legacy my own,

Which Jesus did bequeath;

'T was purchased with a dying groan, And ratified in death.

4. The light and strength, the pardoning grace,

And glory shall be mine:

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.

611. God reconciled in Christ.
1. DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God!
Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?

2. 'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.

1. LONG as I live, I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same
In the bright world above.

2. Great is the Lord; his power unknown; And let his praise be great;

I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3. Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,
The men who hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4. Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

5. The world is managed by thy hands;
Thy saints are ruled by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands—
Though rocks and hills remove.

613.

Mourning with Hope.

1. WHY should our tears in sorrow flow,
When God recalls his own;
And bids them leave a world of woe,
For an immortal crown?

2. Is not e'en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close
To open them in heaven.

3. Their toils are past-their work is doną And they are fully blest;

They fought the fight, the victory won,
And entered into rest.

4. Then et our sorrows cease to flow-
God has recalled his own;
But let our hearts, in every woe.
Still say "Thy will be done!"

WINDHAM. L. M.*

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614. The Road to Life and to Death. 1. BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler.

2. "Deny thyself and take thy cross"

Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. 3. The fearful soul that tires and faints,

And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure.

4. Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;

Create my heart entirely newWhich hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew.

615. A dying Saviour.

1. STRETCHED on the cross the Saviour dies!
Hark! his expiring groans arise:
See from his hands, his feet, his side;
Fast flows the sacred, crimson tide!
2. But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound:
The vital stream,-how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel-foes.

3. Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow,
And yet my heart unmoved remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

4. Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.

616. The Vision of dry Bones.
1. Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, And scatters slaughtered heaps around 2. And can these dead awake and live? And can these perished bones revive? That, mighty God, to thee is known; That wondrous work is all thy own.

3. Thy ministers are sent in vain
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine Almighty aid is nigh.

4. But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,
Life spreads through all the realms f
death:

Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.

1. A BROKEN heart, my God! my King!
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

2. My soul lies humbled in the dust,

And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.

3. Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise the pardoning God. 4. Oh! may thy love inspire my tongue; Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength, my righteous-

ness.

618. The Backslider's Supplication.

1. O THOU, that hearest when sinner's cry!
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2. Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3. I can not live without thy light,

Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God! restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

4. Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord!
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

619. The Hidings of the Father's Face.
1. FROM Calvary a cry was heard-

A bitter and heart-rending cry;
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony.
2. A horror of great darkness fell

On Thee, thou spotless, holy One!
And all the swarming hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son,

1. BEHOLD the path which mortals tread,
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our day.
2. Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my soul! this doom thy own;
Feeble as theirs my mortal frame,
The same my way, my home the same.
3. Awake, my soul, thy way prepare,
And lose in this each mortal care;
With steady feet that path they trod,
Which, through the grave, conducts to
God.

4. Father! to thee my all I trust;
And if thou call me down to dust,
I know thy voice, I bless thy hand,
And die in peace at thy command.
621. The Interment of a Saint.
1. UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb;
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust.
2. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear

Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.
3. So Jesus slept; God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed:

Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the
shade.

4. Break from his throne, illustrious morn
Attend, O earth, his sovereign word!
Restore thy trust: a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

MENDON. L. M. GENTLY.

ITALIAN.

622. Song of Gratitude and Praise.

1. GOD of my life! through all my days,
I'll tune the grateful notes of praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.

2. When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,

The notes of praise, ascending high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3. When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall
break,

And mean the thanks I can not speak.

4. But O! when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chained to earth no more-
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!

5. Then shall I learn th' exalted strains,
That echo through the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.

623. Praise for divine Goodness and Truth. 1. PRAISE ye the Lord!-my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine:

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.

2. Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God;-he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find his promise vain.
3. His truth for ever stands secure;

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.

4. He loves his saints-he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

624. The Church, the Garden of God.
1. LORD! 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

2. There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields such a comely sight as these.

3. Laden with fruits of age, they show,
The Lord is holy, just, and true:
None who attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful, or unkind.