80. Thy word the choicest rules imparts, To keep the conscience clean. The Bible for the Young. PSALM CXIX. 83. The Bible the Light of the World. 1. A GLORY gilds the sacred page, It gives a light to every age; 2. The hand that gave it still supplies 3. Let everlasting thanks be thine As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4. My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above! A Majesty and Omniscience of God. 26 STONEFIELD. L. M. STANLEY. Kingdoms and thrones to God be-long; Crown him, ye na- tions, in your song: His won-drous name and pow'r re-hearse; His honors shall enrich your verse. 1. KINGDOMS and thrones to God belong; 3. God is our shield, our joy, our rest; The All-seeing God. PSALM CXXXix. 1. LORD, thou hast searched and seen me through; Thine eye commands with piercing view, 2. My thoughts, before they are my own, 4. Amazing knowledge, vast and great! 5. O, may these thoughts possess my breast, 86. "Be still, and know that I am God." 1.WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Tumultuous passions, all be still; Nor let a murm'ring thought arise: His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2. He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, the cause conceals; And, tho' his footsteps are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne 3. In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees; And by his saints it stands confessed, 4. Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait, PSALM XXXiv. 87. "I sought the Lord, and He Heard Me.” 1. LORD, I will bless thee all my days, Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue : My soul shall glory in thy grace, While saints rejoice to hear the song. 2. Come, magnify the Lord with me; Come, let us all exalt his name: I sought th' eternal God, and he Has not exposed my hope to shame. 3. I told him all my secret grief, My secret groaning reached his ears; He gave my inward pains relief, And calmed the tumult of my fears. 4. His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men who serve the Lord; O, fear and love him, all ye saints! Taste of his grace and trust his word Incomprehensibleness and Omnipresence. LOUVAN. L. M. V. C. TAYLOR. 27 Lord, how mys-te-rious are thy ways! How blind are we! how mean our praise! Thy steps, can mor - tal eyes explore? 'Tis ours to won-der and a- - dore. 1. LORD, how mysterious are thy ways! 2 Great God! I would not ask to sec 3. Are darkness and distress my share? 4. Yet this my soul desires to know, 1. LORD, my weak tho't in vain would climb 3. To find creation's outmost bound. 2. But weaker yet that thought must prove 4. Lord of all life, below, above, To search thy great eternal plan,— Thy sovereign counsels, born of love Long ages ere the world began. 3. When my dim reason would demand Why that, or this, thou dost ordain, By some vast deep I seem to stand, Whose secrets I must ask in vain. [love, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is 5. Grant us thy truth to make us free, God's Providence. 29 BROWN. C. M. WM. B. BRADBURY. 1. When all thy mer-cies, O my God, My rising soul sur Trans-port- ed with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise! 94. Remembrance of Divine Mercies. 2. UNNUMBERED comforts on my soul From whence those comforts flowed. 3. When, in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless step I ran, They know thou art not slow to hear, 4. The storm is laid, the winds retire, The sea, that roars at thy command, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 5. In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, And led me up to man. 4. Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts Thy goodness I'll pursue; 6. Through all eternity to thee 95. "How are thy servants blest, O Lord!" 1. How are thy servants blest, O Lord! 2. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Thy goodness I'll adore; 6. My life, while thou preserv'st that life, And death, when death shall be my lot, 96. "Thrice Holy Lord." 1. HOLY and reverend is the name "Thrice holy Lord!" the angels cry; 2. The deepest reverence of the mind, Lift, with thy hands, a holy heart, 3. With sacred awe pronounce his name, Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; A broken heart shall please him more Than noblest forms of speech. Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt, 4. Thou holy God! preserve my soul And breathe in tainted air. 8. When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, From all pollution free; The pure in heart are thy delight, |