LANSING. C. M. DOUBLE.

27.

"Peace be within thee."—Psalm 122.

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say:
"In Zion let us all appear,

And keep the solemn day."
2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace, built for God,
To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair;

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,

While life or breath remains : There my best friends, my kindred, dwell; There God, my Saviour, reigns.

And, with glad hymns, their awful dread
Of thy great name express."

4 Oh, come, behold the works of God!
And then with me you'll own
That he to all the sons of men

Hath wondrous judgments shown.

5 Let all the lands, with shouts of joy,
To God their voices raise;
Sing psalms in honor of his name,
And spread his glorious praise.

118.

"A God doing wonders."

1 I SING th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn mine eye;

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or
gaze upon the sky?

5 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures that borrow life from thee
Are subject to thy care:

There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there.

885.

"Am I a soldier of the Cross ?" 1 AM I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb!
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign:
Increase my courage,
Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their

eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thine armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine.

O'er sin and death, the victory,
We strike the silver chord.

4 With angel-hosts that dwell above,
And weave their golden lays
Around the throne of truth and love,
We glad hosannas raise.

5 We celebrate the glorious name
Of earth's Redeemer King;

Our tongues aloud his power proclaim,
In heart his grace we sing.

378.

Christ's Entrance upon His Kingdom.
1 Он, for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honor sing:
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound:
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 Oh, for a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

DOXOLOGY.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One God, whom we adore, Be glory as it was, is now, And shall be evermore!

1 To thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there,
When within the vail I meet
Thee before the mercy seat.

2 While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue;
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord, my Righteousness.

3 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love! to mine attend:
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

4 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till thy gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

5 From thine house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,
"I have walked with God to-day."

4 He can raise the poor to stand
With the princes of the land;
Wealth upon the needy shower;
Set the lowliest high in power.
5 He the broken spirit cheers,
Turns to joy the mourner's tears,
Such the wonders of his ways:
Praise his name, for ever praise.

227.

A Song of Joy in God's Providence.
1 THOU, who dwell'st enthroned above;
Thou, in whom we live and move;
Thou, who art most great, most high—
God from all eternity!

2 Oh, how sweet, how excellent
When all tongues and hearts consent,
Grateful hearts, and joyful tongues,
Hymning thee in tuneful songs!

3 When the morning paints the skies,
When the stars of evening rise,
We thy praises will record,
Sovereign Ruler, mighty Lord!

4 Decks the spring with flowers the field?
Harvest rich doth autumn yield?
Giver of all good below,

Lord, from thee these blessings flow.

5 Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record:
Giver of these blessings, we
Pour the grateful song to thee.

96. An ancient Hymn of Praise to God. 1 THEE we adore, eternal Lord! We praise thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship thee.

2 To thee aloud all angels cry,

The heavens and all the powers on high:
Thee, holy, holy, holy King,
Lord God of hosts, they ever sing.

3 Th' apostles join the glorious throng;
The prophets swell th' immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to thy praise.

4 From day to day, O Lord, do we
Highly exalt and honor thee!
Thy name we worship and adore,
World without end, for evermore!

5 Vouchsafe, O Lord, we humbly pray,
To keep us safe from sin this day;
Have mercy, Lord! we trust in thee;
Oh, let us ne'er confounded be!

100.

God exalted.-Psalm 57.

1 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heavens where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 2 My heart is fixed; my song shall raise Immortal honors to thy name: Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame.

3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,

And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die.

4 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heavens where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 103. Brief Call to Praise, from Psalm 117.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word:
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more!

1 COME, O my soul! in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise:
But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame!
What mortal verse can reach the theme!
2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory, like a garment, wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Almighty power, with wisdom, shines;
His works, thro' all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of his name.

4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song!
DOXOLOGY.

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise him, all creatures here below!
Praise him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!