4 To Thee our songs of praise arise,
Thou wilt accept our lays;
And as to purer states we rise,
We'll give Thee purer praise.

297. C. M.

The Ascension.

1 THE gracious Saviour bow'd his head,
And drew his parting breath:
The spotless Victim vanquish'd sin,
And died to conquer death.

2 Three days, so High Behest ordain'd,
Death triumph'd o'er his prize;
The hour of grace at length arriv'd,
Behold the Conqueror rise!

3 At the appointed time rose,

And wing'd to heaven his flight,
For endless ages there to sit
Enthron'd in realms of light.

4 Vast was the grace that gave to death The anointed Son of God;

That bid the Saviour feel for us
The keen, the chast'ning rod.

5 With every grateful thought inspir'd,
Devoutly let us raise

Our humble voice to mercy's throne,
In never ceasing praise.

6 Nor is this all; our grateful life

Should speak the thankful mind,
While deeds of never ending good
Proclaim that God is kind.

Celebration of the Lord. Isa. xii.

1 THE joyful, happy day appears,
Jehovah dries his Zion's tears!
He comes to bless the humble race,
And show the wonders of his grace.

2 Great God, my praise shall rise to Thee,
Thy seeming anger 's turn'd from me;
My comforts now thou wilt restore,
And weeping Zion weep no more.
3 Behold our God, the mighty God,
Who spread the numerous worlds abroad,
Is our salvation; we rejoice,

And praise his name with cheerful voice.

4 We'll trust in him, nor be afraid,
Jehovah is our fortress made

He is our strength, his arm is strong,
And we 'll exalt him in our song.

Wells of salvation open stand,
And living waters bless the land;
And while we draw, with joys divine,
Our grateful praises, Lord, are thine.

"Seek first the kingdom of God."

1 NOW let a pure ambition rise,
And ardor fire our breast,

To reign in worlds above the skies,
In heavenly glories drest.

2 Behold Jehovah's royal hands,
A radiant crown display,

Whose gems with vivid lustre shine,
While suns and stars decay.

3. Then seek no more for transient good,
Nor longer call it thine,

But strive to gain superior joys,
Immortal and divine.

4 Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm,
The glorious przie pursue;

Nor shall ye want the goods of earth,
While heaven is kept in view.

1 MY life's a shade, my days
Apace to death decline;
My Lord is life, he 'll raise
My dust again, e’en mine :

Sweet truth to me, I shall arise,
And with these eyes my Saviour see.
-2 My peaceful grave shall keep
My bones till that sweet day
I wake from my long sleep,

And leave my bed of clay. Sweet truth, &c. 3 My Lord his angels shall

Their golden trumpets sound;

At whose most welcome call

My grave shall be unbound. Sweet truth, &c.

4 I said some times with tears,
"Ah me, I'm loth to die!"
Lord, silence thou those fears,

My life 's with Thee on high. Sweet truth, &c.

5 What means my trembling heart,

To be thus shy of death?

With life I shall not part,

Though I resign my breath. Sweet truth, &c.

Then welcome, harmless death!
By Thee to heaven I'll go ;
My Lord his death shall save
Me from the shades below.
Sweet truth to me, I shall arise,
And with these eyes my Saviour see.

Delight in Public Worship. Psalm lxxxiv.

1 LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love,

Thine earthly temples, are!
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
2 O happy souls that pray,

Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men, that pay

Their constant service there!
They praise thee still; and happy they
Who love the way to Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears: O glorious seat, when God our king Shall thither bring our willing feet!

Devout Contemplation of Creation.

1 LOOK round, O man! survey this globe;

Think of creating power;

See nature give a different robe
To every herb and flower.

2 See various beings fill the air,
And people earth and sea;

What grateful changes form the year;
How constant night and day!

3 Now raise thine eye; the expanse above
A power unbounded shows;
See round the sun the planets move,
And various worlds compose.

4 Then turn into thyself, O man!
With wonder view thy soul;

Confess his power who laid each plan,
And still directs the whole.

And let obedience to his laws
Thy gratitude proclaim,
To him, the first almighty cause;
Jehovah is his name.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shall 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 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.