3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Thankful, and to Thy will resigned, To Thee a nobler offering yields

Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields.

4 "Love God and Man;" that great command Doth on eternal pillars stand:

Thus did Thine ancient prophets teach,
And thus Thy well-beloved preach.

39. L. M.

1 Thousands, O Lord of Hosts! this day
Around Thine altars meet;
And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at Thy feet.

2 And Thou art in their midst, to teach,
When on Thy name they call;

And Thou hast blessings, Lord! for each,-
Hast blessings, Lord! for all.

3 To faith, reveal the things unseen!
To hope, the joys untold!
Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.

4 Oh! make Thy face on us to shine,
That doubt and fear may cease;
Lift up Thy countenance benign
On us, and give us peace!

1 They who seek the throne of grace
Find that throne in every place;
If we live a life of prayer,
God is present everywhere.

2 In our sickness and our health,
In our want or in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present everywhere.

3 When our earthly comforts fail,
When the woes of life prevail,
"Tis the time for earnest prayer ;—
God is present everywhere.

4 Then, my soul, in every strait,
To thy Father come, and wait;
He will answer every prayer;
God is present everywhere.

1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father! we seek Thy shelter here: Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray, Turn not, O Lord! thy face away!

2 Long have we roamed, in want and pain,
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! thy face away!

42. S. M.

1 The great Jehovah reigns
Upon a throne sublime,
And from His own eternity
Sees the wide wastes of time.

2 “This great Jehovah's mine,"
The saint in rapture cries,
"And to this everlasting rock
My joyful spirit flies.

3" From this immortal spring
Immense salvation flows,

And with the wonders of His love
My grateful bosom glows.

4 "His name shall be my song,

While life and breath are given; And His increasing praise shall run Through all the days of Heaven."

43. L. M.

1 Thou, great Creator, art possessed, And Thou alone, of endless rest: To angels only it belongs

To lift to Thee their ceaseless songs.

2 But we must toil and toil again,
With weary strength and frequent pain ;
And how can we, in exile drear,
Lift the glad song of glory here?

3 And yet our hearts, that love Thee well,
Still long with Thee in peace to dwell:
O Lord! forbid our souls to roam;
And fix them on our future home!

44. S. M.

1 The fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears;
The further it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.

2 But shallow cisterns yield

A scanty, short supply:

The morning sees them amply filled;

At evening they are dry.

O Fount of bliss, for Thee;

My thirst with living waters slake,
And drink eternity.

1 Spirit of Truth! on this Thy day
To Thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.

2 We ask not, Lord! the cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long Thy praises to proclaim
With fervour in our own.

3 We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace Thy will
In Scripture's sacred lore.

4 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share;
Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near,
And bless Thee in our prayer.

5 When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove,

Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay
With Faith, with Hope, with Love!

46. 7s M.

1 Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.