227 Belmont. C. M.

Fr. WILLIAM GARDINER.

1. How pre-cious is the Book di - vine, By in - spi - ra

tion giv'n!

Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heav'n. A - MEN.

2 Its light, descending from above, 4 Let everlasting thanks be Thine, Our gloomy world to cheer,

For such a bright display, Displays a Saviour's boundless love, As makes a world of darkness shine And brings His glories near.

With beams of heavenly day.

William Cowper. 3 It shows to man His wandering ways, And where his feet have trod;

229 Psalm 19. And brings to view the matchless grace 1 God's law is perfect, and converts Of a forgiving God.

The soul in sin that lies: 4 This lamp through all the dreary night

God's testimony is most sure, Of life shall guide our way,

And makes the simple wise.
Till we behold the clearer light 2 The statutes of the Lord are right,
Of an eternal day.

And do rejoice the heart;
John Fawcett.

The Lord's command is pure, and doth 228

Light to the eyes impart. 1 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 3 Unspotted is the fear of God, And brings the truth to sight;

And ever doth endure; Precepts and promises afford

The judgments of the Lord are truth, A sanctifying light.

And righteousness most pure. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page,

4 They more than gold, yea, much fine gold, Majestic, like the sun;

To be desired are, It gives a light to every age;

Than honey, honey from the comb, It gives, but borrows none.

That droppeth, sweeter far. 3 The hand that gave it still supplies 5 Moreover, they Thy servant warn The gracious light and heat;

How he his life should frame: Its tru upon the nations rise, - A great reward provided is They rise, but never set.

For them that keep the same.

1. God, in the gos - pel of His Son, Makes His e-ter-nal coun - sels known:

Where love in all its glo - ry shines, And truth is drawn in fair-est lines. A-MEN.

2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, 14 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes

May taste His grace and learn His name; A brighter world beyond the skies;
May read, in characters of blood, Here shines the light which guides our way

The wisdom, power, and grace of God. From earth to realms of endless day. 3 The prisoner here may break his chains, 5 O grant us grace, Almighty Lord,

The weary rest from all his pains, To read and mark Thy holy word; The captive feel his bondage cease, Its truth with meekness to receive, The mourner find the way of peace. And by its holy precepts live.

Benjamin Beddome.

233 Italian Hymn. 6s, 4s.

1. Come, Thou Al-might-y King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise;

Fa-ther all - glo - ri - ous, O’er all vic - to - ri - ous, Come, and reign

235 Heber.

Heber. C. M.

GEORGE KINGSLEY.

1. How sweet the name of Je-sus sounds In

a be - liev - er's

ear!

It soothes his sor-rows, heals his wounds, And drives a-way his fear. A - MEN.

2 It makes the wounded spirit who.co 4 I'll speak the honors of Thy name And calms the troubled breast;

With my last laboring breath; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine And to the weary, rest.

The antidote of death. (arms,

Philip Doddridge. 3 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest and King,– 237
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 1. God moves in a mysterious way
Accept the praise I bring.

His wonders to perform: 4 Weak is the effort of my heart,

He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And cold my warmest thought;

And rides upon the storm.
But, when I see Thee as Thou art,

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

Of never-failing skill,
John Newton.

He treasures up His bright designs, 236

And works His sovereign will. 1 Jesus, I love Thy charming name, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: 'Tis music to mine ear:

The clouds ye so much dread Fain would I sound it out so loud Are big with mercy, and will break

That earth and heaven should hear. In blessings on your head. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, My Transport and my Trust;

But trust Him for His grace;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,

Behind a frowning providence
And gold is sordid dust.

He hides a smiling face. 3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart

, 5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And sheds its fragrance there;

And scan His work in vain; The noblest balm of all its wounds, God is His own interpreter, The cordial of its care.

And He will make it plain.

William Cowper,