Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so.

3 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.

4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise ; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And fill the remnant of my days.

HYMN 435. L. M. [#]

Private and public Devotion.

1 GOD in his earthly temple lays Foundations for his heavenly praise; And loves to see that worship rise, Which forms his offspring for the skies. 2 His mercy every house attends, Whence pure devotion's flame ascends, And ever lends a gracious ear,

Where churches join in praise and prayer.

3 His blessing yields a large increase
Of wisdom, and of sacred peace;
While ripening holiness and love
Prepare their souls for joys above.

4 Father supreme, whose sovereign sway
All worlds, all beings, must obey,
May our first wish and object be,

On earth, in heaven, to dwell with thee.

HYMN 436. 8 & 7s. M. [#]

Devotional Praise.

1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator;
Praise to thee from every tongue;
Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.

2 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,

Sound his praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.

HYMN 437. S. M. [#]

Pure Devotion.

1 LET pure devotion rise,
And kindle to a flame,
Ascend like incense to the skies,
In our Redeemer's name.

2 His word, like drops of dew,
Descends on every heart,
Subdues and fashions us anew,
And bids our sins depart.

3 His grace our faith sustains,
And dissipates our fear,

Binds all our wounds, abates our pains,
And gives us comforts here.

4 He bids our willing eyes

Look through the gloomy shade,

To joys immortal in the skies,
That never cloy nor fade.

CONSOLATORY SUBJECTS.

HYMN 438. C. M. [b]

God the Source of Consolation.

1 WHEN 'reft of all, and hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,
What power shall save us from despair?
What dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil
Can soothe the mourner's smart ;
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up the broken heart.

3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our wo to joy can turn,

And light the lamp of life and love
That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul, to that One flee;
To God thy woes reveal;

His

eye alone thy wounds can see, His power alone can heal.

HYMN 439. L. M. [b]

Death the Gate of endless Joy.

1 WHY should we start and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head,

And breathe my life out sweetly there.

HYMN 440. C. M.

C. M. [b]

Comfort under Bereavements.

1 WHY do we mourn departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms?

"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward, too,
As fast as time can move?

Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our Love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 Thence he arose, ascended high,
And showed our feet the way;

Up to the Lord our souls shall fly
At the great rising day.

5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.

HYMN 441. L. P. M. [b]

On the Death of Friends.
1 Q, GoD of my salvation, hear
My nightly groans, my daily prayer,
That still employ my wasting breath :
My soul, declining to the grave,
Implores thy sovereign power to save
From dark despair and gloomy deal

2 Thy hand lies heavy on my soul,
And waves of sorrow o'er me roll,

While dust and silence spread the gloom :
My friends beloved, in happier days,
The dear companions of my ways,
Descend around me to the tomb.

3 As lost in lonely grief I tread
The silent mansions of the dead,
Or to some thronged assembly go;
Through all alike I rove alone,
Forgotten here, and there unknown,
The change renews my piercing wo.
4 My friends are gone, my comforts fled,
The sad remembrance of the dead

Recalls my wandering thoughts to mourn;