1 1 HYMN 300. S. M. THE sins of youth and age, Aloud for vengeance cry; 2 Jesus, a Rock thou art, Ordain'd by heaven to be 3 Secur'd from every ill, Exempt from every fear, HYMN 301. P. M. Profane Families warned. TREMBLE, ye families profane, Where the great God is not adored; Who take the name of Christ in vain, But do not invocate your Lord; Regardless of his smile or frown, Ye pull the heaviest judgments down. 2 Before the threatened curse takes place, And sweeps your prayerless souls to heli, Daily unite to implore his grace, 1 Invite him in your tents to dwell; Let every house his worship show, And every heart his presence know. HYMN 302. C. M. D.. H Lord, our grateful tongues would fain And raise on earth a holy strain, As angels do above. Our lives, and all we have, are thine: Thou form'dst us in thy wise design, 2 Thou art the source whence every good As clothing, comforts, health, and food, And powers conferring more delight, 2 Now, while our homage, Lord, to thee, 1 Thou may'st prepare our mortal powers, For an immortal joy. HYMN 303. P. M. M His praises aloud I'll proclaim, Y gracious Redeemer I love, And join with the armies above, And in his sweet presence to dwell. With saints and with scraphs to sing; My Jesus, my Saviour, my king. 3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns, Your pride with disdain I survey; The crown that my Saviour bestows, My joy everlastingly flows, My God, my Redeemer, is mine. 1 PRA HYMN 394. P. M. RAISE we him, by whose kind favour, May its sweet reviving savour Fill our hearts, and calm our fears! TRUTH-how sacred is the treasure! Teach us, Lord, its worth to know Vain's the hope, and short the pleasure, Which from other sources flow. 2 What of truth we've now been hearing, Lord to ev'ry heart apply! In the day of thine appearing, May we share thy people's joy. Till thou take us hence for ever, Saviour, guide us with thine eye; This our aim, our sole endeavour, Thine to live, and thine to die. HYMN 305. L. M. 1A8 when the weary traveller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if, 'cross the plains, He eyes his home, though distant still. 2 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The thought of home his spirit cheers, No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any future trial fears, So he may safe arrive at last. With Jesus, in the realms of day: HYMN 306. P M. Sunday School. ANY voices seem to say, MA "Hither children-here's the way} Haste along, and nothing fear Every pleasant thing is here!" 2 Yes-but whither would ye lead? Leading down to death and woe? All his good and holy will. 5 We were made to work awhile, Till, from sin and sorrow freed, 10 HYMN 307. C. M. By the Teachers Only. MIGHTY growth of deathless seed! Year after year, in utter need Of mercy's christian hand! 2 A flowery birth-a green array, Had they been plucked as yesterday, 3 But now, the shuddering spirit turns As, in each blossom, she discerns A soul in which the mortal stain O had that arm of mercy slept, Our hearts in long despair had wept, "From every bank, and highway side, 7 Yes, gracious Lord, thy servants we And gladly weave a crown for thee, 1 THE HYMN 308. P. M. Sunday School Hymn. HERE is a grassy bed, In which some youthful head 2 O, if on yonder side A hand of dazzling flame Should the blue heavens divide, And write that young one's name, His knees would shake, his blood run Like the Chaldean king of old. 3 With earnest hope and fear, For pardon he'd implore, As he spent none before; To Jesus Christ his soul would cling. 4 Well, let the name be mine, This thoughtless heart to pray; |