3 Lord, give me a place with the humblest of saints,
For low at thy feet I would lie ;

I know that thou hearest my feeble complaints;
Thou hearest the young raven's cry.

4 Give strength to the souls that now wait upon thee,
O come, in thy chariot of love;

From earth's vain enchantments, O! help us to flee,
And to set our affections above.

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10 Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;

My comfort by day, and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep, To feed on the pastures of love?

Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?

3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread?

Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

4 Restore, my dear Saviour, the light of thy face,
Thy soul-cheering favor impart:

And let the sweet tokens of thy saving grace,
Bring joy to my desolate heart.

1 In songs of sublime a `oration and praise, Ye pilgrims, for Zion who press,

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Break forth and extol the great Ancient of Days,
His rich and distinguishing grace.

2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you,

Broke forth and discovered its flame,

When each with the cords of his kindness he drew,

And brought you to love his great name.

8 O, had not he pity'd the state you were in, Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt;

You all would have lived, would have died too, in sin, And sunk with the load of your guilt.

4 Then give all the glory to his holy name,

To him all the glory belongs;

Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame,
And crown him in each of your songs.

1 Let pure clouds of incense be wafted to heaven,
From hearts all united in one,

That wisdom and grace to our youth may be given,
And strength for the race they must run.

2 O'er the green hills of science, O Spirit, preside,
And send down thy heavenly showers;

Let holiest dew on each tendril abide,
And nourish the germs and the flowers.

3 From the youth of our country shall armies arise,
The Gospel of Peace to proclaim,

O'er the land and the sea the glad message that flies, Shall echo Immanuel's name.

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2 Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
3 O, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;

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Praise for Redemption. EPIS. COL.
1 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee,
From the paths of death away:

2 Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.
3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling,
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless.
4 Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise!

Here's my heart; Lord, take and seal it, And, since words can never measure,

Seal it from thy courts above.

ROBINSON.

Let my life show forth thy praise!