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2 But months and years are passing by,

And soon must all be gone;
For day by day as miuutes fly,

Eternity comes on. 3 Days, months, and years must have an end,

Eternity has none;
It never can its ages spend,
Even as they ne'er begun.

4 Great God! an infant cannot tell

How such a thing can be ;
I only pray that I may dwell

That long, long time with thee.

70 Ps. xci. 1.-“ He that dwelleth in the secret

place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty."

1 CALL Jehovah thy salvation,

Rest beneath the Almighty's shade,
In his secret habitation

Dwell, nor ever be dismay'd ;
There no tumult can alarm thee,

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,

In eternal safeguard there,
2 From the sword, at noon-day wasting,

From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight blasting,

God shall be thy sure defence.
Fear not thou the deadly quiver,

When a thousand feel the blow,
Mercy shall thy soul deliver,

Though ten thousand be laid low,

3 Thee, though winds and waves be swelling,

God, thine hope, shall bear through all,
Plague shall not come near thy dwelling,

Thee no evil shall befall ;
He shall charge his angel-legions

Watch and guard o'er thee to keep,--
Though thou walk through hostile regions,

Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 4 Since, with pure and true affection,

Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of his protection

He will shield thee from above :
Thou shalt call on him in tro le,

He will hearken, he will save;
Here for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave.

71 Ps. XCIV. 22.—“ My God is the Rock of my

1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;

Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labour of my hands

Can fulfil thy law's demands ;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to thy Cross I cling i

Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Guilty, to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyes are clos'd in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on thy judgment throne:
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

72 Ps. xcvi. 11.-“ Let the heavens rejoice and

let the earth be glad before the Lord. for He cometh."

1 Songs of praise the angels sang,

Heaven with hallelujah's rang,
When Jehovah's work began,-

When He spake, and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn

When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He

Captive led captivity.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away,

Songs of praise shall crown the 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?
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise.

5 Learning thus, by faith and love,

Songs of praise to sing above:
Soon this holy sweet employ
She in glory shall enjoy.

73 Ps.clII. 1.-Bless the Lord, O my soul, and

all that is within me, bless his holy

name." 1 LET sinners sav'd give thanks and sing

Of mercies past, of joys to come; The Lord their Saviour is, and King, The Cross their hope, and Heav'n

their home.

2 Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,

Sweet is the subject of their song; Who made the children of a King

Expect to sit in Heav'n ere long.
3 Let sinners say'd give thanks and sing,

The Lord has kept in dangers past;
And oh, sweet thought, the Lord will bring

His people safe to Heav'n at last!
4 Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,

Of Jesus sing through all their days;
In Heav'n their golden harps they'll string,

And there for ever sing His praise.

74 Ps. cix. 4-5.-“ For my love they are my ad

versaries; they rewarded me hatred for

my love.

1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone

Around thy steps below;

What patient love was seen in all

Thy life and death of woe.

2 For ever on thy burden'd heart

A weight of sorrow hung,
Yet no ungentle murm’ring word

Escaped thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,

Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,

Thy heart could only love.

4 O give us hearts to love like thee,

Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins than all

The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye

In us, thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that spring

From union, Lord, with Thee.

75 Ps. cxix. 94.-“ I am thine, save me, for I

have sought Thy precepts."

1 To Thee my heart would tell its griefs, O Lord,

My burning tears into thy bosom flow, For thou hast promised in thy faithful Word

That thou wilt bear the weight of all my woe.

2 And I am thine! O that my life were spent

In doing only all thy righteous will; That I might walk, on holiness intent,

And every hour delight to love Thee still.

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