On Sion's sacred height And, glorious, with his saints in light, 5 The God who reigns on high Who was, and is the same, 6 The whole triumphant host "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," Hail, Abraham's God and mine, HYMN 153. Psalm c. IV. 3. BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth, O serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near. 2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, Creator and ruler o'er all; And we are his people, his sceptre we own; His sheep, and we follow his call. 30 enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance prolong, And bless his adorable Name. 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, And we are the work of his hand; His mercy and truth from eternity stood, BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 3 We are his people, we his care, 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, HYMN 155. Songs of Praise. III. 1. SONGS of praise the angels sang; When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day: God will make new heavens and earth: Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 And shall man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? No; the Church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice; Learning here by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 6 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Accepted at thy throne, let this, 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine Thy presence through my journey shine, BE E still, my heart, these anxious cares They cast dishonour on thy Lord, And contradict his gracious word. 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, HEAR, gracious God, my humble moan, When will the mournful night be gone? 2 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy promise is my stay; Here would I rest till light returns, 3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace O smile, and bid my sorrow cease, 4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And change these deep complaining sighs AS, panting in the sultry beam, The hart desires the cooling stream, 4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, II. 3. A compassionate High Priest. Heb. iv. 15. WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain; He feels my griefs, he sees my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, |