RAKEM. L. M. 61.

I. B. WOODBURY.

FINE.

D.C.

I'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor; And none shall find his promise vain.

3 He loves his saints-he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell:

Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns; Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage:

Praise him in everlasting strains.

4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

Isaac Watts.

LIGHT of Light, enlighten me!
Now anew the day is dawning;
Sun of grace, the shadows flee,
Brighten thou my Sabbath morning!
With thy joyous sunshine blest,
Happy is my day of rest.

2 Kindle thou the sacrifice

That upon my lips is lying; Clear the shadows from mine eyes, That, from every error flying, No strange fire may in me glow That thine altar doth not know.

3 Rest in me and I in thee,

Build a paradise within me; Oh, reveal thyself to me,

Blesséd Love, who diedst to win me: Fed from thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp shall burn.

Catherine Winkworth, tr.

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"Fount of Joy." FOUNT of all our joy and peace,

To thy living waters lead me; Thou from earth my soul release,

And with grace and mercy feed me; Bless thy Word that it may prove Rich in fruits that thou dost love.

2 Hence all care, all vanity,
For the day to God is holy:
Come, thou glorious Majesty,
Deign to fill this temple lowly;
Naught to-day my soul shall move,
Simply resting in thy love.

3 Let me with my heart to-day,
Holy, Holy, Holy, singing,
Rapt awhile from earth away,

All my soul to thee up-springing,
Have a foretaste inly given,
How they worship thee in heaven.

Catherine Winkworth, tr

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Psalm 27.

THE Lord of glory is my light,

And my salvation too;

God is my strength,-nor will I fear What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires,Oh, grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy saints,—

The temples of my God.

3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still;

Shall hear thy messages of love,

And there inquire thy will.

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.

Isaac Watts.