Thine influence far and wide extend,
Till haughty rebels lowly bend,
And cheerfully obey.
3 Oh, let thy perfect will be done,
Not by those heav'nly hosts alone,
Who're wing'd with love and zeal;
We too with love and zeal would rise,
To catch the ardor of the skies,
And fly to do thy will.
4 0 thou, who art both wise and good,
We trust thee for our daily food,
And what thou seest is best;
Our foolish wishes, Lord, deny,
But kindly nature's wants supply ;
To thee we leave the rest.
5 Teach us the needy to relieve;
Our foes to pity and forgive,
And conquer them with love;
As we to others mercy show,
Thy mercy, Lord, on us bestow,
And all our guilt remove.
6 Let thy good Spirit guard our hearts,
Against the tempter's guileful arts,
And ev'ry dang'rous snare;
Or if we once should go astray,
Teach us again to find the way,
And walk with better care.
7 Thy name with rev'rence we adore, For thine's the glory, thine the pow'r, And thine the right to reign:
In thy dominion we rejoice;
To thy commands our heart and voice
Unite, and say-Amen.
The Lord his People's Shepherd. Psalm xxiii.
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
and feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.
2 My noon-day steps he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend;
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant.
3 To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landskips flow.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.
5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray.
6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden green and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
HYMN 278. L. M.
On being admitted a Member of a Church.
G Whose eye my inmost thought surveys,
REAT source of Being, heav'nly King!
To thee, with grateful joy, I bring
My tribute of unequal praise.
2 United to thy chosen flock,
Within thy courts my soul would dwell;
And in thy strength sustain the shock,
Of all the pow'rs in earth or hell.
3 Oh, send thy Spirit from on high,
And our Church thy blessing prove!
So shall our praises reach the sky,
And every bosom glow with love.
4 Oh, may our Pastor draw from thee,
Daily supplies of heav'nly grace!
And may we in thy temple see,
Thy glorious presence fill the place!
5 Then shall our hearts, our lives, our tongues, Be consecrated to our God;
Our morning pray'rs, our ev'ning songs,
Shall spread thy wond'rous love abroad.
AR from thy fold, O God, my feet
Once mov'd in error's devious maze;
Nor found religious duties sweet,
Nor sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways.
2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee
The paths which thou couldst ne'er approve ;
And gently drew my soul to thee,
With cords of sweet eternal love.
3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all.
4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart,
Than all the joys that earth can give;
From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part,
Beneath thy countenance to live.
5 And when, in smiling friendship drest,
Death bids me quit this mortal frame,
Gently reclin'd on Jesu's breast,
My latest breath shall bless his name.
6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise,
And soar above yon starry spheres,
Join the full chorus of the skies,
And sing thy praise through endless years.
Prayer for Relief under a body of Sin and Death.
LORD, what a crowd of anxious cares,
The world's reproach, and Satan's snares,
Leave not a moment's rest.
2 The glorious smiles which once I saw,
O'er all thy face, are hid;
I feel the sentence of thy law,
And all my comforts fled.
3 Hast thou not said, that where thou art, There thine shall surely be?
Oh, seal this promise on my heart,
And say, 'twas made for me.
4 Then cares may vex, the world may frown, They ne'er my peace shall move; For what can weigh that spirit down,
That feels a Saviour's love?
5 Oh, for a taste, by saving faith,
Of his forgiving grace;
When nature draws its parting breath,
And all its cares shall cease?
HYMN 281. C. M.
Celestial Prospects.
WEET glories rush upon my sight,
Sand charm my wond'ring eyes;
The regions of immortal light,
The beauties of the skies!
2 All bail ye fair celestial shores,
Ye lands of endless day;
Swift on my view your prospect pours,
And drives my griefs away.
3 There's a delightful clearness now,
My clouds of doubt are gone;
Fled is my former darkness too,
My fears are all withdrawn.
4 Short is the passage-short the space Between my home and me;
There! there behold the radiant place!
How near the mansions be!
5 Immortal wonders! boundless things!
In those dear worlds appear:
Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings,
And in those glories share.
HYMN 282. C. M.
A Covert from the Heat. HEN on a summer's sultry day, The sun darts forth his rays; The trav'ler labors on his way, Beneath the mid-day blaze:
2 When not a cooling breeze is felt,
No friendly roof is nigh,
The languid body seems to melt,
The fainting spirits die :
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