APPROPRIATE TO THE DOMESTIC CHAPLAIN.
Thy Statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage.
New-York:
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No. 160 Pearl-street.
HYMN I. L. M.
Domestic Felicity.
FATHER of all, thy care we bless,
Which crowns our families with peace;
From thee they spring, and by thy hand
Their root and branches are sustain'd.
To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;
The Lord of heaven scorns not to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.
To thee may each united house
Present their night and morning vows;
Our servants and our rising race
Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.
May every future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name;
When we from earth shall be remov'd
To join the family above.
HYMN II. C. M.
Christ the Alpha and Omega.
HAIL, Alpha and Omega, hail!
Thou author of our faith; The finisher of all our hopes, The truth, the life, the path.
Hail, first and last, thou great I AM!
In whom we live and move;
Increase our little stock of faith,
And fill our hearts with love.
O let that truth which thou hast taught
Be treasured in our breast;
The evidence of unseen joys,
The substance of our rest.
Then shall we go from strength to strength,
From grace to greater grace;
From one degree of faith to more,
Till we behold thy face.
HYMN III. L. M.
The Religion of the Heart.
DEAD is the saint, dead is that soul,
Whom Jesus slays to make him whole;
Dead to the world, and dead to sin,
Dead to the law, and self within.
Tho' dead, yet lives, and lives secure,
His life is hid, and therefore sure;
He lives with Christ, with Christ in God;
He lives in peace, yet lives by blood.
His life is hid from carnal eye,
'Tis hid secure with God on high:
Beyond the reach of foe and fiend,
'Tis hid with Christ, the sinner's friend.
Satan may rage, the world annoy,
But neither can this life destroy;
That's safely lodg'd in Jesus' breast,
The sinner's refuge,-Christian's rest.
Rejoice, believer; saints, be glad;
Why thus cast down, and why so sad?
Rejoice in this, your life's secure,
Tho' men may rage, and devils roar.
Rejoice, 'tis hid with Christ in God;
Rejoice, e'en under Jesu's rod :
Rejoice you live, rejoice you're dead,
Rejoice in Christ, your living head.
The Happy Sabbath.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
His name will we adore ;
This is the day the Saviour rose,
And made salvation sure.
This is the day that's set apart,
That all the saints may trace
Their living, dying,-rising Lord,
The glorious Prince of Peace.
Lord, may we praise the Sabbath day,
Thy house may we revere ;
Drawn by the great Redeemer's love,
And not by slavish fear.
This is the day we wait to see
Christ on a Gospel pole;
Prove it the Sabbath of the Lord,
The Sabbath of the soul.
And when we leave thine earthly courts, To heav'n may we ascend;
There the sweet Sabbath of the Lord
Shall never, never end.
HYMN V. L. M.
Advice to Young Men.
DAVID, with heav'nly wisdom fraught,
His kind paternal care express'd;
Resulting from deliberate thought,
Thus Solomon, his son, address'd:
My son, know thou thy father's God,
And serve him with a perfect heart ;
Mark thou the steps my feet have trod,
And never from the rule depart.
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