4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.

6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths
It gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er;

And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

12 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

13 Through all eternity, to thee,
A joyful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

HYMN 11.

Psalm xxxi. 15.

(C My times are in thy hand."

1 SOV'REIGN Ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise,

(IIL 1.)

All our times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.
2 He that form'd us in the womb,
He shall guide us to the tomb;
All our ways shall ever be
Order'd by his wise decree.

3 Times of sickness, times of health,
Blighting want, and cheerful wealth,
All our pleasures, all our pains,
Come, and end, as God ordains.
4 May we always own thy hand,
Still to thee surrender'd stand,
Know that thou art God alone,
We and ours are all thy own!
HYMN 12.

1 GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain :
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

(C. M.).

(S. M.)

If he contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for cne of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, pow'rful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake!
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake!

5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?

None, none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

HYMN 14.

Job ix. 30-33.

1 THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean In water of the driven snow,

My soul would yet its spot retain,

And sink in conscious guilt and wo:

2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine,

Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin,

And show the vileness of its worth.

8 Ah, not like erring man is God,

That men to answer him should dare;
Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd,
They helpless stand before his bar,

4 There, must a Mediator plead,

Who, God and man, may both embrace; With God, for man to intercede,

And offer man the purchas'd grace.

5 And lo! the Son of God is slain

To be this Mediator crown'd:
In Him, my soul, be cleans'd from stain,
In Him thy righteousness be found!

HYMN 15.

1 ALL glorious God, what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise!
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heaven stands open to our view!

L. M.)

(L, M.)

2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low!
Just on the brink of endless wo;
When Jesus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,
3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heavenly light!
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souls impoverish'd and undone !
4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance as ours;

Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state!

HYMN 16.

1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound,
Glad tidings to our ears,

A sov'reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! buried once in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But now we rise by grace divine,
And see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb,
To Thee the praise belongs:
Our hearts shall kindle at thy name,
Thy name inspire our songs.

Chorus, for the end of each verse.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

HYMN 17.

1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song!

O may his love (immortal flame!)

Tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach! What mortal tongue display!

Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss,

(C. M.)

(C. M.),

And came to earth to bleed and die!

Was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me."

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue;

Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

HYMN 18.

1 SAVIOUR, source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.

2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptur'd saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with thy blood,
4 By thy hand restor'd, defended,
Safe through life thus far I'm come;
Safe, O Lord, when, life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

HYMN 19.

Titus iii. 4-7.

1 MY grateful soul, for ever praise,
For ever love his name,

Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths
Of folly, sin and shame.

2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust
Which in our works we place;
Salvation from a higher source
Flows to our fallen race.

3 "Tis from the love of God through Christ,
That all our hopes begin;

His mercy sav'd our souls from death,
And wash'd us from our sin.

4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,
His sacred fire imparts,

Removes our dross, and love divine
Enkindles in our hearts.

(IIL. 3.)

(C. M.)