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God: the Searcher of Hearts.

DUNDEE. C. M.

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In all my vast con-cerns with thee, In vain my soul would try

To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee

The notice

of thine eye.

112.

"Whither shall I flee from Thy presence?"
PSALM CXxxix.

1. In all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest;
My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.

3. My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.

4. Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
side.

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3. If, winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west,

Thy hand, which must support my flight,
Would soon betray my rest.

4. If o'er my sins I think to draw
The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law
Would turn the shades to light.

5. The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee:

Oh, may I ne'er provoke that power
From which I cannot flee!

114.

"The Lord searcheth all hearts."

1. GOD is a Spirit, just and wise;
He sees our inmost mind:
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our hearts behind.

2. Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.

3. Their lifted eyes salute the skies;
Their bended knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice,

Where not the heart is found.

4. Lord, search my tho'ts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere;

Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

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BOYLSTON. S. M.

God: our benefactor.

DR. L. MASON.

O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the

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Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2. When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms!

3. Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so! Next to thine angels is he placed And lord of all below.

4. O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.

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4. High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.

117.

"As a father pitieth his children."
PSALM Ciii.

1. THE pity of the lord

To those who fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel:
He knows our feeble frame.
2. He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with every breath:
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

3. Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour.

4. But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;

And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

118.

"Beautiful for situation, the joy of the
whole earth." PSALM xlviii.

1. FAR as thy name is known,
The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honor raise.

2. With joy thy people stand

On Zion's chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

3. How decent, and how wise!
How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.

4. The God we worship now

Will guide us till we die;

Will be our God, while here below.
And ours above the sky.

The Advent of Christ.

ANTIOCH. C. M.

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MOZART. Arranged by DR. MASON.

Joy to the world! the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King, Let

ev'ry heart pre

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him room, And heaven and nature sing.

2. Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns! Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy.

3. No more let sin and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:

He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

3. He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray,

And on the eyes long closed in night
To pour celestial day.

4. He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
Enrich the humble poor.

5. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

121.

"Unto us a Child is born."
ISAIAH ix. 6, 7.

1. To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
Him all the hosts of heaven.

2. His name shall be the Prince of Peace, For evermore adored;

The Wonderful, the Counselor,

The great and mighty Lord!

4. He rules the world with truth and grace, 3. His power, increasing, still shall spread;

And makes the nations prove

The glories of his righteousness,

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And wonders of his love.

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His reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above,

And peace abound below.

4. To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given;
The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The mighty Lord of heaven.

Doxology.

LET God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be adored,

Where there are works to make him known,

Or saints to love the Lord!

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Christ.

FOLSOM. 11s & 10s.

Arranged from Mozart.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;

Star of the East, the ho- ri - zon a-dorn - ing, Guide where our in-fant Re-deem-er is laid.

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1. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;

Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

2. Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall:
Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!

3. Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4. Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gold would his favors secure ;
Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

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1. DAUGHTER of Zion! awake from thy sadness;
Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more:
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness;
Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

2. Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them,
And scattered their legions, was mightier far;

They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them;
For vain were their steeds and their chariots of war!

3. Daughter of Zion! the Power that hath saved thee,
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be.
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee,
Th' oppressor is vanquished and Zion is free!

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One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wand'-ring eye.

124. The Star of Bethlehem.

2. HARK! hark! to God the chorus breaks, 3. Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks:
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3. Once on the raging seas I rode: [dark; 4.
The storm was loud, the night was
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering
bark.

4. Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose !

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

5. It was my guide, my light, my all;

It bade my dark forebodings cease; And thro' the storm, and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.

6. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore,

The Star-the Star of Bethlehem!

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Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along:
His loving-kindness, oh, how strong!
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul hath always stood:
His loving-kindness, oh, how good!

Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale;
Soon all my mortal powers must fail:
Oh, may my last expiring breath.
His loving-kindness sing in death!
6. Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies!

126.

LUKE ii: 14.

1. WAKE, O my soul, and hail the morn,
For unto us a Saviour's born;
See, how the angels wing their way
To usher in the glorious day!

2. Hark! what sweet music, what a song,
Sounds from the bright, celestial throng!
Sweet song, whose melting sounds impart
Joy to each raptured, listening heart!
3. Come, join the angels in the sky:
Glory to God, who reigns on high;
Let peace and love on earth abound,
While time revolves and years roll round.

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