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 trouble,
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 refuge."
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;
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.
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?
No! the Church is called to raise
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. CIII. 1.-" Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy
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 sav'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 adversaries; they rewarded me hatred for
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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