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HYMN 568. L. M.
, To ibee my vital pow'rs belong ; Thy praise, (Jelighttul, glorious theme !)
Demands my heart, iny life, my tongue. 2 My heart, my life, my tongue are thine :
O be iby praise their blest employ!
Nor sacred a we forbid the joy ! 3 Thy glories, the seraphic lyre
On all its strings attempts in vain ;
Io thought, to try th' unequal strain ? 4 Yet the great Sou'reign of the skies
To mortals bends a gracious ear;
It offer'd with a heart sincere.
And guide my heart, and guide my tongue,
HYMN 569. L. M.
Deluding world ! its brightest day,
Dream of a moment, fleets away!
Would pall and languish on the taste ;
To feed ih'immortal, craving niod. 3 To nobler bliss my soul aspires,
Come, Lord, and fill these vast desires
4 O let thy sacred word impart
Its sealing influence to my heart ;
Assure my soul that tbou art mine. 5 The blissful word, with joy replete,
Sball bid my gloomy fears retreat,
Shine cheerful through this mortal night. 6 Tben sball my joyful spirit rise
On wings of faith above the skies ;
And this vain world shall tempt no more : 7 O may I reach the blissful plajos,
Where thy unclouded glory reigos,
HYMN 570. O. M. Intreating the Presence of Christ in his Churches. Hag. xi. 7. COME, thou desire of all thy saints,
Our humble strains attend, While with our praises and complaints
Low at thy feet we bend. 2 When we thy wond'rous glories hear,
And all thy sufforiogs trace, What'sweetly awful scenes appear !
What rich unbounded grace!
With warm devotion rise !
Mount upward to the skies !
How languid our desire !
Till thou the heart inspire !
In us the heav'nly flame;
Then shall our lips'resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name. 6 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings bere, Till life, aod love, and joy divine
A heaven on earth appear.
Come, great Redeemer, come,
Tbat calls thy children bome. Mrs. SteeLE.
HYMN 571, S. M.
My wants are all supply'd.
Where rich abundance grows,
And guards my sweet repose. 3 Along the lovely scene,
Cool waters gently roll,
To cheer my fainting soul. 4 Here let my spirit rest ;
How sweet a lot is mine!
Beneficence divine !
My wand'ring feet restore,
And let me rove po inore.
Of thy protecting care,
For all my hopes are tbere, MRS. Steele.
HYMN 572. L. M.
Wben kindred souls in friendship joio ;
In bands of amity divine.
On Aaron's consecrated head,
Dowo to his sacred vesture spread. 3 Not flow'ry Herinon e'er display'd,
(Impearl'd with dew,) a fairer sight; Nor Zion's beauteous hills, array'd
In golden beams of morning light. 4 'Tis bere the Lord indulgent sheds
His kindest gifts, a heavenly store ;
HYMN 573. L. P. M.
Lord's Day Morning.
Demands our souls' collected powers ;
wbich calls us to thy throne ! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly!
Where God resides appear no more;
every secret thought explore ; O may thy grace our hearts refine,
And fix our thoughts on things divide. 3 The word of life, dispens’d to-day,
Invites us to a heavenly feast;
every heart a humble guest !
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed !
O may thy word, with life divine,
shall the day indeed be thine, Then shall our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne. Mrs. STEELE.
the Lord ; let praise employ lo bis own courts your songs
of joyi The spacious firman.ent around
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
His wond'rous works how bright they sbine!
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,
To spread your sacred pleasures round;
The warbling harp, and breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance
To praise him in the graceful dance;
And to the solemn organ sing.
To softer, deeper notes reply :
And bear the rapture to the skies.
Attend and join the blissful choir;