360. P. M.

BISHOP MANT.

[Psalm cxlv.]

1.

Gon, my King, thy might confessing,
Ever will I bless thy name;
Day by day thy throne addressing,
Still will I thy praise proclaim.
All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee;
Thee shall all thy saints adore;
King supreme shall they confess thee,
And proclaim thy sovereign power.

2.

They thy might, all might excelling,
Shall to all mankind make known;
And the brightness of thy dwelling,
And the glories of thy throne.
Ever through eternal ages

Shall thy royal might remain :
Evermore thy brightness blazes,
Ever lasts thy throned reign.

LET one loud song of praise arise
To God, whose goodness ceaseless flows;
Who dwells enthroned beyond the skies,
And life and breath on all bestows.

2.

Let all of good this bosom fires,
To him, sole good, give praises due;
Let all the truth himself inspires

Unite to sing him only true.

3.

In ardent adoration joined,
Obedient to thy holy will,
Let all my faculties combined,
Thy just commands, O God, fulfill.

4.

And may my song, with solemn sound, Like incense rise before thy throne, Where thou, whose glory knows no bound, Great cause of all things, dwell'st alone.

362.

L. M.

MONTGOMERY.

[Psalm lxiii.]

1.

O GOD, thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry;
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land whose springs are dry.

2.

Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,

Thy presence makes the darkness light,
Thy guardian wings are round my head.

3.

Better than life itself thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee?

4.

Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice,
For all thy mercy I will give;

My soul shall still in God rejoice,
My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

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DODDRIDGE.

Praise to God through every scene of life.

1.

SOVEREIGN of nature, all is thine,
The earth, the air, the sea:
By thee the orbs cœlestial shine,
And cherubs live by thee.

2.

Rich in thine own essential power,
Thou call'st forth worlds at will:
Ten thousand, and ten thousand more
Would hear thy summons still.

3.

To thee our humble vows we raise,
To thee address our prayer,
And, cheer'd by thine all-gracious word,
Dismiss each anxious care.

4.

Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne,

And, while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.

5.

As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
With thee amidst the social band,
In solitude with thee.

6.

What thanks can mortal man repay
For favours great as thine?
Or how can tongues of feeble clay
Proclaim such love divine?

364. P. M. LIVERPOOL COLLECTION. raise to God through all the changes of life.

1.

OD of the changing year, whose arm of power safety leads through danger's darkest hour; re in thy temple bow thy creatures down bless thy mercy, and thy might to own: ee first, thee last," the source and spring of blessing,

m age to age, from sire to son confessing.

2.

nine are the beams that cheer us on our way, d pour around the gladdening light of day; ine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine cheer its hours of darkness; all are thine: hand hath fixt the seasons' sure succession, mark'd the circling year's complete progression.]

3.

ound our path the thorns of sorrow grew, d mortal friends were faithless, thou wast true; 1 sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear e wounded spirit, thou wast present there, re'er we roved our wandering steps attending, 1 outstretcht arm our heads from ill defending.

4.

when our hearts review departed days, w vast thy mercies! how remiss our praise! 11 may we dread to meet thine awful eye, 1, self-reproved, before thy footstool lie;

I bow our heads in silent shame before thee, bless the clouds that scatter darkness o'er thee.

5.

O lend thine ear, and lift our voice to thee! Where'er we dwell still let thy mercy be; From year to year still nearer to thy shrine Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly thi "Thee first, thee last," the source and sprin blessing,

From youth to age, in life, in death confessin

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BOWRING.

Adoration of the one true God.

1.

ANCIENT of ages, humbly bent before thee,
Songs of glad homage, Lord, to thee we brin
Touch'd by thy spirit, O teach us to adore the
Sole God and Father, everlasting King!
Let thy light attend us,

Let thy grace befriend us,

Eternal, unrivall'd, all-directing King.

2.

Send forth thy mandate, gather in the nation
Through the wide universe thy name be kn
Millions of voices shall join in adorations,
Join to adore thee, undivided One.
Every soul invited,
Every voice united,

United to praise thee, undivided One.

366. P. M.

Trust in providence. [Psalm xlii.]

1.

WHEN with anxious thought repining,
Gloom and fear,

Wasting care,

To distrust inclining;