5 If e'er my Saviour and my God, Did on me lay his chast'ning rod, I knew whatever me befel,

My Jesus would do all things well.

6 Though many a fiery flaming dart
Be aim'd to wound me to the heart;
With this I all their rage expel,
My Jesus hath done all things well.

7 Oft time my Lord his face did hide, To make me pray or kill my pride, Yet on my mind it still doth dwell, My Jesus hath done all things well.

8 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arms resign my breath; Then, then, my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus hath done all things well.

9 And when to that bright world I rise, And join sweet seraphs in the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus hath done all things well.

Praise to the Creator.

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Bye nations, bow with sacred joy';

Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign word, which all things made,

Gave life to clay, aud formed us men. And when like wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,
Our nobler and our meaner frame;
What lasting honors can we rear
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;

High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand

tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding

praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as thy throne thy truth will stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN 88.-L. M.

Universal Praise.

ELESTIAL worlds! your maker's

name

Resounds through every shining coast;
Our God a nobler praise will claim,
Where he unfolds his glories most.

2 Stupendous globe of flaming day!
Praise him in thy sublime career;
He struck from night the peerless ray,
Gave thee thy path, and guides thee

there.

3 Ye starry lamps, to whom 'tis given
Night's sable horrors to illume,
Praise him who hung you in yon heaven,
With vivid fires to gild the gloom.

4 Lightnings, that round th' Eternal play! Thunders that from his arm are hurled! The grandeur of your God convey, Blazing, or bursting on the world.

5 From clime to clime, from shore to shore,

Be the almighty God adored.

He made the nations by his power,
And rules them with his sovereign word.

6 At once let nature's ample round
To God the vast thanksgiving raise;
His high perfection knows no bound,
But fills immensity of space.

HYMN 89.-7, & 6.

OME, my brethren, let us try,

For a little season,

Every burden to lay by,

Come and let us reason.

2 What is this that casts you down? What is this that grieves you?

Speak and let the worst be known, Speaking may relieve you.

3 Think on what your Saviour bore In the gloomy garden; Sweating blood from every pore, Crying, "O my father,"

4 See him nailed to the tree,
Bleeding, groaning, dying;
See, he suffer'd this for thee,
Therefore be believing.

5 Joseph took his body down,
Shrouded it in linen,
Laid it in the silent tomb,
And returned mourning.

6 Soon he raised from the tomb,
Angels fly from glory;

O what glory shone around!
Hallelujah, glory.

7 Brethren, don't you feel the flame? Sisters, don't you love him?