23.

"This is the day which the Lord hath
made."-Psalm 118.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own:
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose, and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son:

Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men
With messages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

60."

"Come, see the place where the Lord lay." 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours refulgent day.

2 Oh, what a night was that which wrapt A guilty world in gloom!

Oh, what a Sun, which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join To hail this happy morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings On nations yet unborn.

327."

"The unsearchable riches of Christ." 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song;

Oh, may his love-immortal flame !-
Tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display;
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.

3 Dear Lord, while we, adoring, pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me!"

4 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill every heart and tongue!

Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

483. The Bible the Light of the World.
1 A GLORY gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun :
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.

2 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat:
Its truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above!

797."1

"I'm not ashamed to own my Lord."-
2 Tim. 1: 12.

1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God!-I know his name-
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
880. The Heavenly Race.

1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on:

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
A bright, immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's all animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,-

4 That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new luster boast,
When victor's wreaths and monarch's

1028."

"Salvation will God appoint for walls
and bulwarks."-Isaiah 26: 1-6.

1 How honored is the sacred place,
Where we adoring stand-
Zion! the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land!

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
The city where we dwell:
The walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy th' assaults of hell.

3 Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations that obey
The statutes of our King.

4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace;

You who have known Jehovah's name,
And ventured on his grace.

5 Trust in the Lord; for ever trust,
And banish all your fears:
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his years

56.

"Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem."-Psalm 122.

1 THE festal morn, my God, is come, That calls me to thy sacred dome, Thy presence to adore:

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallowed floor.

? With holy joy I hail the day
That warns my thirsting soul away
To dwell among the blest!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to his rest!

3 Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,

Their tribute hither bring: Here, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail th' immortal King.

1 I SING of God,-the world he made,
The glorious light, the soothing shade;
Dale, plain, and grove, and hill;
The wide and fathomless abyss,
Where nature joys in secret bliss,
And wisdom hides her skill.

2 "Tell them, I AM," Jehovah said:
The listening earth did hear in dread;
And, smitten to the heart,
At once, above, beneath, around,
All nature, without voice or sound,
Replied, "O Lord, THOU ART!"

703.

The Fullness of Christ's Love.

1 O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,-
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell: No mortal can its riches tell,

Nor first-born sons of light:
In vain they long its depths to see;
They can not reach the mystery,-

The length, the breadth, the height. 3 God only knows the love of God; Oh that it now were shed abroad

In this poor, stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine-
Be mine this better part.

4 Ch that I could for ever sit
In transport at my Saviour's feet!
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,
To hear my Saviour's voice.

DOXOLOGY.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God, whom heaven's triumphant host
And saints on earth adore,
Be glory as in ages past,
Is now, and shall for ever last,

When time shall be no more!

ALPHEUS. C. M.

18." Peace be within thy walls."—Psalm 122.

1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day

Which God hath called his own;
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at his throne.

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!
Where willing votaries throng
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the choral song.

3 Spirit of grace! Oh, deign to dwell

Within thy church below; Make her in holiness excel, With pure devotion glow.

4 Let peace within her walls be found; Let all her sons unite

To spread, with grateful zeal, around
Her clear and shining light.

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day
Which thou hast called thine own:
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at thy throne.

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around;

And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.

43. "My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning."-Psalm 5.

1 LORD! in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye;

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.