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Do I love thee, Lord, or no?
Am I thine, or am I not ? 2 Could my heart so hard remain,
Pray'r a task and burden prove, Any duty give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love? 3 When I turn mine eyes within,
Oh! how dark, and vaim, and wild ! Prone to unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself thy child ? 4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall: Should I grieve or what I feel,
If I did not love at all ? 5 Could I love thy saints to meet,
Choose ttie ways I orce abhorrid, Find at times the promise sweet,
If I did not love thee, Lord ? 6 Saviour! let me love thee more,
If I love at all, I pray: If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.
HYMN 152. 1 THE God of Abra'am praise,
Who reigns enthron'd above; Ancient, of everlasting days,
And God of love; Jehovah, Great I AM,
By earth and heav'n confess'd ; I bow, and bless the sacred name
For ever bless'd. 2 The God of Abra'am praise,
At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand : I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame and pow'r;. And him my only portion make, My shield and tow'r.
Paris 3 He by himself hath sworn, i' og
I on his oath depend,
I shall behold his face,
I shall his pow'r adore,
The Lord, our righteousness, Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of peace;
His kingdom he maintains,
For ever reigns.
The great archangels sing; And,
Holy, Holy, Holy,” cry, “ Almighty King, 6. Who was, and is the same,
" And evermore shall be, “ Jehovah, Father, Great I'AM!
“ We worship thee." 6 The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high; “ Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,"
They ever cry: “ Hail Abra'am's God and mine,"
I join the heavenly lays; “ All might and majesty are thine,
“ And endless praise."
(IV, 8) Psalm c. 1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,
O seive him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth,
With love and devotion draw near.
Creator and ruler o'er all;
His sheep, and we follow his call.
Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance prolong,
And bless his adorable name.
And we are the work of his hand;
And shall to eternity stand.
(L. M.) Psalm c. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
High as the heav'n our voices raise;
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
(IIL L.) Songs of Praise. \ SONGS of praise the angels sang;
Heav'n with hallelujahs rang,
When he spake and it was done.
When the Prince of peace was born;
Captive led captivity.
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4. And shall man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come?
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in song's of praise rejoice;
6 Borne upon their latest breathing
Songs of praise shall conquer death ;
HYMN 156. 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sov’reign will denies, Accepted at thy throne, let this,
My humble pray’r arise;
From every murmur free;
And make me live to thee:
My life and death attend,
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
And contradict his gracious word.
Why wilt thou now give place to fear ?
Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 3 When first before his mercy seat,
Thou didst to himn thy all commit;
To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r. 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call ?
That thou shalt overcome at last ?
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
(CM) 1 HEAR, gracious God ! my humble moan,
To thee I breathe my sighs ;
When will the mournful night be gone?
When shall my joys arise ?
Thy promise is my stay ;
Thy presence makes my day,
Relieve my aching heart;
And all their gloom depart.
And bless thy healing rays,
(IL 3.) Psalm xlii. 1-5. 1 AS, panting in the sultry beam,
The hart desires the cooling stream,
And see tiny glory, face to face.
And tears on tears successive roll;
O’er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walk'd the happy round
That 'circles Zion's holy ground,
Responsive to the solemn song.
Should vexing thjughts distract thy breast ?
(IL 8.) A compassionate High Priesta Hebrews iv. 15. 1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,