4 Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfied,

And here my hopes arise.

5 Lord, make me understand thy law, Show what my faults have been; And from thy Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin.

6 Here would I learn how Christ has died To save my soul from hell;

Not all the books on earth beside,

Such heavenly wonders tell.

7 Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

HYMN 2. C. M.

ATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want

Exhaustless riches find;

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 instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

II. CREATION.

HYMN 3. C. M.

REAT first of beings! mighty Lord
Of all this wondrous frame !
Produc'd by thy creating word,

The world from nothing came. 2 Thy voice sent forth the high command,

'Twas instantly obey'd:

And through thy goodness all things stand, Which by thy power were made.

3 Lord! for thy glory shine the whole; They all reflect thy light: For this, in course the planets roll,

And day succeeds the night.

4 For this, the sun disperses heat And beams of cheering day; And distant stars, in order set,

By night thy power display.

5 For this, the earth its produce yields;
For this, the waters flow;
And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees aspiring grow.

6 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue
This wise and noble end;
That all we think, and all we do,
Shall to thine honour tend.

HYMN 4. C. M.
Genesis i.

ET heaven arise, let earth appear,
Proclaim'd th' Eternal Lord:
The heaven arose, the earth appear'd,
At his creating word.

2 But formless was the earth and void,

Dark, sluggish, and confus'd;
Till o'er the mass the Spirit mov'd,
And quick'ning power diffus'd.

3 Then spake the Lord Omnipotent
The mandate, "Be there light:"
Light darted forth in vivid rays,
And scatter'd ancient night.

4 The glorious firmament he spread,
To part the earth and sky;
And fix'd th' upper elements
Within their spheres on high.
5 He bade the seas together flow;
They left the solid land:
And herbs, and plants, and fruitful trees,
Sprung forth at his command.

6 Above, he form'd the stars; and plac'd
Two greater orbs of light;
The radiant sun to rule the day,
The moon to rule the night.

7 To all the varied living tribes
He gave their wondrous birth:
Some form'd within the wat'ry deep,
Some, from the teeming earth.
8 Then, chief o'er all his works below,
Man, honour'd man, was made;
His soul with God's pure image stamp'd,
With innocence array'd.

9 Completed now the mighty work,
God his creation view'd;
And, pleased with all that he had made,
Pronounced it "very good.”

B

HYMN 5. II. 1.

Psalm exlviii.

Praise from Living Creatures. EGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay;

Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name:

Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;

Let every list'ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.

3 Whate'er this living world contains,
That wings the air or treads the plains,
United praise bestow;

Ye tenants of the ocean wide,
Proclaim him through the mighty tide,
And in the deeps below.

4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heavenly praise employ;

Spread HIS tremendous Name around,

While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,

The gen'ral burst of joy.

HYMN 6. II. 1.

Psalm exlviii.

Praise from the Elements and Worlds.
DE fields of light, celestial plains,
Where pure, serene effulgence reigns,

Ye scenes divinely fair,"

Your Maker's wondrous power pro-
claim;

Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breathed the fluid air.

2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire
The mighty chorus aid;

And, soon as evening veils the plain,
Thou moon, prolong the hallow'd strain,
And praise him in the shade.

3 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Proclaim the glories of thy God;

Ye worlds, declare his might;
He spake the word, and ye were made,
Darkness and dismal chaos fled,

And nature sprung to light.

4 Let every element rejoice;
Ye thunders, burst with awful voice
To him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

HYMN 7. L. M.

Psalm xix.

CHE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And, nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."

III. PROVIDENCE.

HYMN 8. L. M.
TERNAL source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee, sovereign 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 flow'ry 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 coasts 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.

In water of the driven snow,
My soul would yet its spot retain,

And sink in conscious guilt and woe:

2 The Spirit, in his power divine,
Would cast my vaunting soul to earth,
Expose the foulness of its sin,

And show the vileness of its worth.

3 Ah, not like erring man is God,
That men to answer him should dare;
Condemn'd, and into silence awed,

They helpless stand before his bar.

4 There must a Mediator plead,
Who, God and man, may both embrace;
With God, for man to intercede,

And offer man the purchased grace.

5 And lo! the Son of God is slain
To be this Mediator crown'd:
In him, my soul, be cleansed from stain,
In him thy righteousness be found!

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HYMN 15. L. M.

LL glorious God, what hymns of praise,
Shall our transported voices raise :
What ardent love and zeal are due,

While heav'n stands open to our view.

2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low!
Just on the brink of endless woe;
When Jesus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,

3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heav'nly light:
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souls impoverish'd and undone.

4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance as ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state.

HYMN 16. C. M.
ALVATION! O the joyful sound,
Glad tidings to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! buried once in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But now we rise by grace divine,
And see a heav'nly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb,
To thee the praise belongs:
Our hearts shall kindle at thy name,
Thy name inspire our songs.

Chorus for the end of each verse.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

HYMN 17. C. M.

O our Redeemer's glorious Name
Awake the sacred song:

O 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 He left his radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die! Was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me." 50 may the sweet, the blissful theme, Fill every heart and tongue; Till strangers love thy charming name, And join the sacred song.

HYMN 18. III. 3.

AVIOUR, source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lay;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptured saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,

While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; Thou, to save my soul from danger,

Didst redeem me with thy blood.

4 By thy hand restored, defended,

Safe through life thus far I've come;
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heav'nly home.

M.

HYMN 19. C. M.

Titus iii. 4-7.

Y grateful soul, for ever praise,

For ever love his name,

Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths.

Of folly, sin and shame.

2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust

Which in our works we place;
Salvation from a higher source
Flows to our fallen race.

3 'Tis from the love of God through Christ,
That all our hopes begin;

His mercy saved our souls from death,
And wash'd us from our sin.

4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,

His sacred fire imparts,

Removes our dross, and love divine

Enkindles in our hearts.

5 Thus raised from death, we live anew;

And, justified by grace,

We hope in glory to appear,

And see our Father's face.

HYMN 20. C. M.

OW helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of its load!

The heart unchanged can never rise

To happiness and God.

2 The will perverse, the passions blind,

In paths of ruin stray:
Reason debased can never find

The safe, the narrow way.

3 Can aught beneath a pow'r divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew.

4 "Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.

5 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live:
A beam of heav'n, a vital ray,
'Tis thine alone to give.

6 O change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine:

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN 21. C. M.
ATHER, to thee my soul I lift,

On thee my hope depends,
Convinced that every perfect gift
From thee alone descends.

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And power and wisdom too;
Without the spirit of thy Son
We nothing good can do.

3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,

Our good is all divine;
The praise of every holy thought

And righteous word is thine.

4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
The power on thee to call,

In whom we are, and move, and live:
Our God is all in all.

HYMN 22. III. 1.
ING, my soul, his wondrous love,
Who, from yon bright throne above,
Ever watchful o'er our race,
Still to man extends his grace.

2 Heav'n and earth by him were made,

All is by his sceptre sway'd;
What are we that he should show

So much love to us below?

3 God, the mercful and good, Bought us with the Saviour's blood, And, to make our safety sure, Guides us by his Spirit pure. 4 Sing, my soul, adore his Name, Let his glory be thy theme: Praise him till he calls thee home, Trust his love for all to come.