5 When these vile bodies, all refin'd,
Perfect and glorious as thy own,
Unwearied shall our minds obey,
And join in worship near thy throne.

Praise to God from all Nations. Psa. cxvii.

1 THY name, almighty Lord!
Shall sound through distant lands;
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word,
Thy truth for ever stands.

2 Far be thine honours spread;
Long may thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchang'd no more.

Blessings of Providence and Redemption.

1 THY goodness, Lord! our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore;

A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.

2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest
In every golden ray;

Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love returns the day.

3 Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters loads the vine,
With strength'ning grain the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassions, Lord!
Are in the gospel seen;

There, like the sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

1 IN vain opposing nations rage,
If God with us abide;

One word of his dissolves their strength,
And humbles all their pride.

2 His wisdom sees correction meet ;-
He gives the dread command,
And war its desolation spreads
Through every trembling land.

3 His purpose wrought,-again he speaks,
And desolations cease;

War's loud alarms are heard no more,
And all the world is peace.

4 Mortals! adore his sovereign power,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Through all your various tribes be still,
And know that he is God.

1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in thy silent dust.

2 No pain, no grief, no anxious fear

Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, Whilst angels watch its soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son

Past through the grave and blest the bed; Here we may rest till from his throne

The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn!
Attend, O grave, his sovereign word!
Restore thy trust; the glorious form
Will then arise to meet the Lord.

Psa. cxxi.

God our Preserver in a sickly Season.

1 UPWARD we lift our eyes, From God is all our aid; The God who built the skies,

And earth's foundation laid: God is the tower to which we fly: His grace is nigh in every hour.

2 Our feet shall never slide,
Or fall in fatal snares,

Since God, our guard and guide,
Defends us from our fears.
Those wakeful eyes, that never sleep,
Shall Israel keep, when dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,

Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take our health away,
If God be with us there.

Thou art our sun, and thou our shade,
To guard our head by night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word

To save our souls from death?
And we can trust Thee, Lord,
To keep our mortal breath:
We'll go and come, nor fear to die,
Till from on high Thou call us home.

1 WHAT works of wisdom, power and love,
Do Jesus' high commission prove;
Attest his heaven-derived claim,
And glorify his Father's name!

2 On eyes that never saw the day,
He pours the bright celestial ray;
And deafen'd ears, by him unbound,
Catch all the harmony of sound.
3 Lameness takes up its bed and goes,
Rejoicing in the strength that flows
Through every nerve; and, free from pain,
Pours forth to God the grateful strain.
4 The shatter'd mind his word restores,
And tunes afresh the mental powers;
The dead revive, to life return,
And bids affection cease to mourn.

5 How can our souls these wonders trace
And not admire Jehovah's grace?
Can we behold the Saviour's power,
And not the God of love adore?

1 WHEN darkness long has veil'd the mind, And smiling day once more appears; Then, our Creator! then we find

The folly of our doubts and fears.

2 Straight we upbraid our wandering heart, And blush that we should ever be

Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbour doubtful thoughts of Thee.

O, let us then at length be taught
What we are still so slow to learn!
That God is love, and changes not,

Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But when our faith is sharply tried,
We find ourselves but learners yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
But, O our God! one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And then rebellious man is still.

WHEN gloomy thoughts and boding fears

The trembling heart invade, And all the face of nature wears An universal shade;

Religion's dictates can assuage

The tempest of the soul;

And every fear shall cease to rage,
At her divine control.

Through life's bewilder'd darksome way,
Her hand unerring leads;

And o'er the path her heavenly ray
A cheering lustre sheds.

When feeble reason, here confin'd,
Sinks helpless and afraid;

This bless'd supporter of the mind,
Affords a powerful aid.