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3 For I have walk'd the happy round
That 'circles Zion's holy ground,
Responsive to the solemn song.
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ?
(11. 3.) A compassionate High Priest. HEBREWS iv. 15. b. 1 WHE
HEN gath’ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
Or do the isl I would not do;
Shall guard me in that dang’rous hour.
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
Which covers all that was a friend,
Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
In pleasure's path how long I stray'd:
And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.
I bless thy hand that caus'd the sinart;
But sav'd me from eternal wo!
Thy precepts I had still despis’d,
Had my unwary feet betray'd.
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
And turn my darkness into day.
My morning sacrifice I bring ,
And be my advocate with God.
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
And be thy pure example mine. 4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,
Or languor settles at the heart;
And grant thy servant sweet relief. 5 Should poverty's destructive blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. 6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its varied blessings in my store;
And weari'd nature seeks repose,
O lead me onward to the skies.
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
To see thy face and sing thy praise.
(L: M.) “ I have set God always before me.” Psalm xvi. 9.
” 1 HAVIOUR! when night involves the skies,
My soul, adoring, turns to thee!
And wrapt in shades of death for me.
A WAKE, my soul, and with the sun
2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, IL
When crimson gleams the east adorn, 1
Thee, victor of the grave and hell,
Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays,
To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Lv L
Thee, thron’d in glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 4 O’er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal,
To death and thee my thoughts I give; 1
To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:
T' improve thy talents take due care;
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
And with the angels bear thy part;
Glory to thee, eternal King."
you may on my God attend.
O! may I never more do ill.
And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept:
8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
And with thyself my spirit fill.
In thy sole glory may unite.
Praise him, all creatures here below; L
Whose mercy lends me one day more.
Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; L
Still nearer bring my soul to Thee.
To swell the glorious song of praise :
When I poor abject mortal, pray ?
Nor cast the meanest wretch away.
And may my zeal with years increase :
Whose sun creates the day,