2 Jesus, our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load:
Praise ye his Name!

Tell what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won;
Sing his great Name alone,
Worthy the Lamb!"

3 Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our Lord and God to bless;
Praise ye his Name!

In him we will rejoice,
And make a cheerful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

4 Let all the hosts above
Join in one song of love,
Praising his Name!

To him ascribed be
Honour and majesty,
Through all eternity:

Worthy the Lamb!"

90 Hymn.

1

G

L. M.

LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light!
Keep me, oh! keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings!

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

dread

3 Teach me to live, that I may
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
With joy behold the judgment-day!

4 Oh! may my soul on thee repose!
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,-
Sleep that may me more active make
To serve my God, when I awake!

5 Lord, let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy paternal care!
'Tis heav'n on earth, 'tis heav'n above,
To see thy face, and sing thy love!

LORY to the Father give,

GLORY

God, in whom we move and live!
Children's pray'rs he deigns to hear,
Children's songs delight his ear.

2 Glory to the Son we bring,—
Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King!
Children, raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for he was slain !

3 Glory to the Holy Ghost!
He reclaims the sinner lost;
Children's minds may he inspire,
Touch their tongues with holy fire!

4 Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,
For the Gospel from above,

For the word that "God is love."

92 Hymn.

1

L. M.

OD is the refuge of his saints,

GOD

When storms of sharp distress invade;

Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid!

2 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And wat'ring his secure abode.

3 Thy Holy Spirit, gracious Lord,
Our ev'ry anxious fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls. 4 Sion enjoys her Saviour's love,

Preserv'd in danger's threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on eternal truth and power.

93 Hymn.

1

GOD

C. M.

OD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

1 GOD, my supporter, and my hope,

My help for ever near!

Thine arm of mercy holds me up
From sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;

Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heav'n without my God,
'Twould be no joy to me;

And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 Not all the joys this world inspires
Can equal bliss afford;
No, none on earth my soul desires,
Compar'd with thee, O Lord!

5 When all created streams-are dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
With this let me be satisfied,
And glory in thy Name.

95 Hymn.

1

L. M.

GOD of my life, to thee I call;

Afflicted, at thy feet I fall:

When the great waterfloods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not thy promise still remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 4 If poor, unknown, despis'd, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

96 Hymn.

1. GOD

7-6's.

OD of my salvation, hear,
And help me to believe;
Humbly do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive:
Full of sin, alas! with shame
I to thy cross for refuge flee;
Friend of sinners! spotless Lamb!
Thy blood was shed for me.
2 Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
To thee I lift mine eye;
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy grace is always nigh:
Now, as yesterday, the same

Thou art, and wilt for ever be;

Friend of sinners! spotless Lamb!
Thy blood was shed for me.