104 -WATCHMAN. S. M. LEACH. 1. LOVE thy king-dom, Lord, The house of thine a bode; The [Ps. 137, P. 2. | 6. Nor earth, nor all the sky, (Stanza 1 in Music, 6, 7, 8 omitted.) 2. I love thy church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, 3. If e'er to bless thy sons My voice or hands deny, These hands let useful skill forsake, This voice in silence die. 4. If e'er my heart forget Her welfare or her woe, Let every joy this heart forsake, 5. For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend: To her my cares and toils be given, 7. Thou art the sea of love, Where all my pleasures roll; 8. To thee my spirits fly, With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Sel. 288. TO-DAY the Saviour rose, [H. 488. Our Jesus left the dead; 2. He left his glorious throne, To make our peace with God; For us the law fulfill'd; 4. Ye saints, adore his name, Who hath such mercy shown; (Stanza 1 in Music.) 2. When on the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant; To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary, wandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly arm shall give me aid, And guide me thro' the dreadful shade. 4. Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden green and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around. (Stanzas 3, 4 omitted.) [H. 225. WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are 2. If aught should tempt my soul to stray, -NEWCOURT. L. P. M. 1. I'LL 9:4 'LL praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is Praise shall em-ploy my no-bler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and be - ing last, Or im - mor- ta li- ty en - -dures. (Stanza 1 in Music, 4-5 omitted.) [H. 597. (Stanzas 2, 5 omitted.) NAY, should we search the globe around, 2. Why should I make a man my trust? SAV,sere can such happiness be found, Princes must die and turn to dust; And thoughts all vanish in an hour; Nor can they make their promise good. 3. Happy the man whose hopes rely, On Israel's God: He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' oppress'd, He feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 6. I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. As dwells in this much favor'd land? Here plenty reigns; here freedom sheds Her choicest blessings on our heads: By God supported, still we stand. 3. These are thy gifts, almighty King; From thee our matchless blessings spring, The extended shade, the fruitful skies, The comforts liberty bestows, The eternal joys the gospel shows, All from thy boundless goodness rise. 4. With grateful hearts, with cheerful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His power and mercy we proclaim; And still, through every age, shall own Jehovah here hath fix'd his throne; And triumph in his mighty name. |