580. 7s. M. ANONYMOUS. Funeral Hymn. 1 CLAY to clay, and dust to dust! 2 Never more shall midnight's damp 3 Deep the pit, and cold the bed, 4 Look aloft! The spirit's risen- 5 Thither let us turn our view; 434 SUPPLEMENTARY HYMNS, BY REV. MR. GREENWOOD. 561. S. P. M. WATTS. Going to Church. Ps. 122. 1 How pleased and blest was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest; The man that seeks thy peace, A thousand blessings on him rest! The Church our Delight and Safety. Ps. 27. God is my strength, nor will I fear 2 One privilege my heart desires; Among the churches of thy saints, 3 There shall I offer my requests, 4 When troubles rise and storins appear, God's Condescension to our Worship. 1 THY favors, Lord, surprise our souls: Will the Eternal dwell with us? What canst thou find beneath the poles, To tempt thy chariot downward thus? 2 Great God! what poor returns we pay For love so infinite as thine; Words are but air, and tongues but clay, But thy compassion 's all divine. Grateful and humble Praise. 1 Up to the Lord, who reigns on high, And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly, And tell how large his bounties are. 2 God, that must stoop to view the skies, 3 He overrules all mortal things, 4 O, could our thankful hearts devise To the third heaven our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise. 565. C. M. WATTS. The Greatness of God. Ps. 145. 1 LONG as I live I'll bless thy name, My work and joy shall be the same, 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown; I'll sing the honors of thy throne, 3 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, 4 The world is managed by thy hands; 566. C. M. WATTS. Psalm before Prayer. Ps. 95. 1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name, 2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might, 3 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his spacious hand; He fixed the seas what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand. 4 Come, and with humble souls adore; Come, kneel before his face; O may the creatures of his power 438 |