5 His holy angels pitch their tents, Around the men who serve the Lord; O! fear and love him, all ye saints,

Taste of his grace, and trust his word. WATTS.

HYMN 87. C. M. Peterboro.

The Christian's farewell.

1 Ye golden lamps of heav'n farewell
With all your feeble light;
Farewell thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd;
My soul that springs beyond thy sphere
No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust,
Of my divine abode;

The pavement of those heavenly courts
Where I shall see my God.

4 The Father of eternal light,
Shall there his beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix,
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief,
Shall swell into my eyes;

Nor the meridian sun decline,
Amidst those brighter skies,

6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite;

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

HYMN 88. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Walsal.

Meditation on Death.

1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise, Converse awhile with death;

Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.

2 But Oh, the soul! that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!—
Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies-
And track its wondrous way.

3 And must my body faint and die?
And must my soul remove?
Oh! for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

4 Jesus to thine almighty hand

My naked soul I trust;

And my flesh waits for thy command

To drop into the dust.

WATTS.

HYMN 89. C. M. Brattle Street.

The aged Christian's prayer and song.
Ps. xxxiv. 17-21.

1 God of my childhood, and my youth!
The guide of all my days!

I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth,
And told thy wondrous ways.

2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years,
If God, my strength, depart?

3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim
Before the rising age,

And leave the savour of thy name,
When I shall quit the stage.

4 The land of silence and of death

Attends my next remove;

O, may these poor remains of breath,
Teach all the world thy love!

WATTS.

HYMN 90. C. M. Dedham.

Recovery from Sickness.

1 I love the Lord, he heard my cries,
And pity'd ev'ry groan:
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my grief away:
O, let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

3 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove;
Return, my soul! to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

4 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;

Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

WATTS.

HYMN 91. C. M. Brattle Street.

Devotion.

1 While thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes still'd;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:

Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.

WILLIAMS.

HYMN 92. C. M. Brattle Street.

The Lord's prayer.

1 Father of all we bow to thee,
Who dwell'st in heav'n ador'd;

But present still through all thy works,
The universal Lord.

2 Forever hallow'd be thy name,
By all below the skies;

And may thy kingdom still advance,
Till grace to glory rise.

3 Thy gracious purpose, Lord! fulfil;
Let all thy glory see;

And, as in heaven thy will is done,
On earth so let it be.

4 Our wants with every morning grow,
With food these wants supply;

And on our souls the BREAD bestow
To eat-and never die!

5 Our sins before thee we confess;
O may they be forgiv'n!

As we to others mercy shew,
We mercy beg of heaven,

6 Still let thy grace our life direct;
From evil guard our way;
And in temptation's fatal path,
Permit us not to stray.

7 For thine's the power, the kingdom thine,
All glory's due to thee:
Thine from eternity they were,

And thine shall ever be.

HYMN 93. C. M. Arlington.

Looking from earth to heaven.

1 When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

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2 Should earth against my soul
And hellish darts be hurl'd;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all;—

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 94. C. M. Medfield.

WATTS

Christ's condescending regard to little children. Mark x. 14.

1 See Israel's gentle shepherd stand
With all engaging charms;

Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms.