Riches above what earth can grant, and lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
and yields a free repast, Sublimer sweets than nature knows invite the longing taste.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heavenly pages be
my ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
and still increasing light.
6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
and view my Saviour there.
The Seasons crowned with goodness. Psalm lxv. 11.
TERNAL source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee sov'reign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coast redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
HYMN LIV.
A Funeral Thought.
ARK! from the tombs, a mournful sound,
my ears attend the cry;
" Ye living men, come view the ground,
" where you must shortly lie.
2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, tha
" in spite of all your towers!
"The tall, the wise, the reverend head
" must lie as low as ours."
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
and are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb;
and yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace,
8 Still the orphan and the stranger, still the widow owns thy care, Screen'd by thee in every danger,
heard by thee in every prayer.
At the Ordination or Institution of a Minister.
1 FATHER of mercies! in thy house
We pay our homage and our vows;
Whilst with a grateful heart we share
These pledges of our Saviour's care.
2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose,
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.
3 Hence sprang the Apostle's honour'd name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame;
Hence dictates the prophetic sage,
And hence the evangelic page.
4 In lower forms, to bloss our eyes,
Pastors from hence and Teachers rise ;
Who, though with feebler rays they shine,
Still mark a long extended line.
5 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And, fed by him, their graces live ;
Whilst, guarded by his potent hand,
Amidst the rage of hell they stand.
6 So shall the bright succession run,
Through all the courses of the sun;
Whilst unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish large and fair.
7 Jesus our Lord, their hearts shall know
The spring whence all these blessings flow;
Pastors and people shout his praise,
Through the long round of endless days.
HYMN LVII.
Prayer for Ministers.
ATHER of mercies ! Attentive to our earnest prayer; We plead for those who plead for thee, Successful pleaders may they be! 2 How great their work, how vast their charge! Do thou their anxious souls enlarge; Their best acquirements are our gain, We share the blessings they obtain. 3 Clothe, then, with energy divine Their words, and let those words be thine; To them thy sacred truth reveal, Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain---
Souls that will well reward their pain.
5 Let thronging multitudes around,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound ;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating power.
6 Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Zion rear her drooping head.
Whenever the Hymns are used at the celebration of divine service, a certain portion or portions of the Psalms of David in metre shall also be sung.
ALPHABETICAL TABLE,
Showing where to find each Psalm or Hymn by its beginning.
God is our refuge in distress
He that has God his guardian made
God's temple crowns the holy mount
Had not the Lord, may Israel say
Happy the man whose tender care
Have mercy, Lord, on me
Hear, O my people, to my law
He's blest whose sins have pardon gain'd
Hold not thy peace, O Lord our God
How blest are they, who always keep
How blest is he, who ne'er consents
How good and pleasant must it be
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord
How many, Lord, of late are grown
How vast must their advantage be
I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord
In deep distress I oft have cry'd
In Judah the Almighty's known
In thee I put my steadfast trust
In vain, O man of lawless might
I waited meekly for the Lord
Jehovah reigns, let all the earth
Jehovah reigns, let therefore all
Judge me, O Lord, for I the paths-
Just Judge of heaven, against my foes
Let all the just to God, with joy
Let all the lands, with shouts of joy
Let all the list'ning world attend
Let David, Lord, a constant place
Let God, the God of battle, rise
Lord, hear my cry, regard my prayer
Lord, hear my prayer, and to my cry
Lord, hear the voice of my complaint
Lord, hear the voice of my complaint
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