5 Give me, Lord, such heavenly love,

As Thou didst to Israel's king,
Then, where David sings above,

I, ere long, shall also sing.

82

ANOTHER OF THE SAME.

1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,

Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child :
From distrust and envy free,
Pleas'd with all that pleases Thee.

2 What thou shalt to-day provide,

Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:

'Tis enough that Thou wilt care,
Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise ;
Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

4 Thus preservd from Satan's wiles,

Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon thy smiles,
Till the promis'd hour appears,

When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love.

83 Ps. cxxxi. 2.-“ My soul is even as a weaned

child."

1 Act but the infant's gentle part;

Give up to love thy willing heart,
No fondest parent's melting breast
Yearns like thy God's to make thee blest.
Taught its dear mother soon to know,
The tenderest babe its love can show i
Bid thy base slavish fear retire,

This task no labour will require.
2 Thy heavenly Father, good and kind,

Wants but to have his child resign'd;
Wants but thy yielded heart, no more!
With his large gifts of grace to store.
Thy gentle Father, best of friends,
To thee, nor loss, nor harm intends;
Though tost on a tempestuous main,

No wreck thy vessel shall sustain.
3 On His sure. faithful arm divine,

Firm let thy fastening trust recline;
Sweet light shall from the tranquil skies
Like a fair dawn before thee rise.
Come, backward soul, to God resign!
Peace, his best blessing, shall be thine,
Boldly reclining on his care,
Cast all thy burdens only there.

84 Ps. cxxxvI. 1.-“ O give thanks unto the Lord,

for He is good, for His mercy endureth

for ever."
1 PRAISE to thee thou great Creator,

Praise be thine from ev'ry tongue;
Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature

Join the universal song.

2 For ten thousand blessings given,

For the richest gifts bestowed,
Sound His praise thro' earth and heaven,-

Sound Jehovah's praise abroad.

85 Ps. cxxxvI. 26.—“O give thanks unto the God

of heaven; for his mercy endureth for ever."

1 LET us, with a gladsome mind,

Praise the Lord, for He is kind;
For His mercies shall endure,-
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 He, with all-commanding might,

Fill'd the new made world with light:
For His mercies shall endure,-
Ever faithful, ever sure.

3 All things living he doth feed :

His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

4 He His chosen race did bless

In the wasteful wilderness :
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

5 He hath, with a piteous eye,

Look'd upon our misery :
For His mercies shall endure,-
Ever faithful, ever sure.

86 Ps. CXXXVII. 3.—" Sing us one of the songs of

Zion."

1 Sing them, my children, sing them still,

Those sweet and holy songs!
Oh, let the psalms of Zion hill

Be heard from youthful tongues.
Oh, sing them at the cheerful dawn,

The rising morn to cheer;
And sing them round the evening hearth,

When tires are blazing clear.
2 Sing them when Sabbath schools are met,

And your young voices raise
Their Sabbath-evening melodies

To their Redeemer's praise.
So shall each unforgotten word,

When distant far you roam,
Call back your hearts which once it stirred,
To childhood's blessed home.

3 Sing them, my children; many a saint

These holy strains has sung!,
These hills of ours have echoed them

From many a martyr's tongue.
Oh, sing them in a land like this,

Where martyr's steps have rov'd;
My children, sing those melodies,

The songs our fathers loved!

87 PS. CXXXIX. 18.-" When I awake I am still

with Thee."

1 My God was with me all this night,

And gave me sweet repose ;
My God did watch, even while I slept,

Or I had never rose,

What ills have I escaped this night,

Which have on others fell !
My body might have slept its last,

My soul have waked in hell.
2 Lord, for the mercies of the night,

My humble thanks I pay,
And unto Thee I dedicate

The first-fruits of the day.
Let this day praise Thee, O my God,

And so let all my days;
And o let mine eternal day
Be thine eternal praise.

88 Ps. cxLvIII. 12.—“ Praise ye the Lord, both

young men and maidens, old men and children,"

1 GLORY to the Father give;

God, in whom we move and live;
Children's prayers he deigns to hear;

Children's songs delight his ear.
2 Glory to the Son we bring,

Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Children, raise your sweetest strain

To the Lamb, for He was slain.
3 Glory to the Holy Ghost-

Be this day a Pentecost-
Children's minds may He inspire,

Touch their tongues with holy fite.
4 Glory in the highest be

To the blessed Trinity,
For the gospel from above,
For the word that "God is love."