Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam un-eyed,
Are led by power and goodness where
They best and safest may abide.

They neither know nor trace the way,
But guided by thy piercing eye,
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.

My favoured soul shall meekly learn
To lay her reason at thy throne;
Too weak thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust thee for my guide alone.

A Psalm of Praise.

YE holy angels bright,

Who stand before God's throne,

And dwell in glorious light,

Praise ye the Lord, each one.

You there, so nigh,

Are much more meet

Than we, the feet,

For things so high.

You blessed souls at rest,

That see your Saviour's face,
Whose glory, even the least,
Is far above our grace;

God's praises sound,
As in his sight,

With sweet delight,
You do abound.

All nations of the earth

Extol the world's great King, With melody and mirth

His glorious praises sing;
For he still reigns,
And will bring low
The proudest foe
That him disdains.

Sing forth Jehovah's praise

Ye saints that on him call;

Magnify him always

His holy churches all;

In him rejoice,

And thus proclaim

His holy name

With sounding voice.

My soul, bear thou thy part;
Triumph in God above;

With a full-tunéd heart,

Sing thou the songs of love.

Thou art his own,
Whose precious blood,
Shed for thy good,

His love made known.

He did in love begin,
Renewing thee by grace,
Forgiving all thy sin,

Showed thee his pleased face.

He did thee heal

By his Son's merit,

And by his Spirit
For glory seal.

In saddest thoughts and grief,

In sickness, fears, and pain,

I cried for his relief,

And it was not in vain.

He heard with speed;

And still I found

Mercy abound,

In time of need.

Let not his praises grow

On prosperous heights alone;

But in the vales below

Let his great love be known.

Let no distress

Curb and control

My wingéd soul,

And praise suppress.

Let not the fear or smart

Of his chastising rod,

Take off my fervent heart

From praising my dear God.

Whate'er I feel,
Still let me bring

This offering,

And to him kneel.

Though I lose friends and wealth,
And bear reproach and shame;
Though I lose ease and health,
Still let me praise God's name.
That fear and pain
Which would destroy
My thanks and joy,
Do thou restrain.

Though human help depart,
And flesh draw near to dust,
Let faith keep up my heart,
To love God true and just:
And all my days

Let no disease

Cause me to cease
His joyful praise.

Though sin would make me doubt,

And fill my soul with fears,

Though God seems to shut out

My daily cries and tears:

By no such frost

Of sad delays,

Let thy sweet praise

Be nipped and lost.

Away, distrustful care!
I have thy promise, Lord,
To banish all despair,

I have thy oath and word.
And therefore I

Shall see thy face,

And there thy grace
Shall magnify.

Though sin and death conspire
To rob thee of thy praise,

Still towards thee I'll aspire,

And thou dull hearts canst raise.

Open thy door;

And when grim death

Shall stop this breath,

I'll praise thee more.

With thy triumphant flock

Then I shall numbered be;

Built on th' eternal rock,

His glory we shall see.
The heavens so high

The sun is but a spark

From the eternal light:
Its brightest beams are dark
To that most glorious sight: