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227 Belmont. C. M.

Fr. WILLIAM GARDINER.

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

tion giv'n!

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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.

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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.

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1 I love the sacred Book of God!

No other can its place supply; It points me to His own abode;

It gives me wings and bids me iy. 2 Sweet Bookl in thee my eyes discern

The very image of my Lord; From thine instructive page I learn

The joys His presence will afford. 3 While I am here, these leaves supply

His place, and tell me of His love; I read with faith's discerning eye,

And gain a glimpse of joys above. 4 I know in them the Spirit breathes

To animate His people here;
O may these truths prove life to all,
Till in His presence we appear!

Thomas Kelly.

11 The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord!

In every star Thy wisdom shines; But, when our eyes bobold Thy word,

We read Thy name in fairer lines. |2 The rolling sun, the changing. light,

And nights and days Thy power confess; But the blest volume Thou hast writ

Reveals Thy 'justice and Thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise

Round the whole earth, and never stand; So, when Thy truth began its race,

It touched and glanced on every land. 4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest,

Till thro' the world Thy truth has run, Till Christ has all the nations blessed, That see the light, or feel the sun.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

233 Italian Hymn. 6s, 4s.

FELICE GIARDINI.

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

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

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1 Glory to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,

“Praise ye His namel"
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing loud for evermore,

"Worthy the Lambľ”

o-ver us, Ancient of days. A-MEN.

2 While they around the throne Cheerfully join in one,

Praising His name, -
Ye who have felt His blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound His dear name abroad,

Worthy the Lamb!”

2 Come, Thou Incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword;

Our prayer attend;
Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success:
Spirit of holiness!

On us descend.
3 Come, Holy Comforter!
Thy sacred witness bear

In this glad hour:
Thou, who almighty art,
Now rulo in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,

Spirit of power!
4 To the great One in Three,
The highest praises be

Hence, evermore!
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.

Charles Wesley.

3 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless;

Praise ye His name!
In Him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,

“Worthy the Lamb!”

4 Soon must we change our place, Yet will we never cease

Praising His name;
To Him our songs we bring;
Hail Him our gracious King;
And, through all ages, sing,
Worthy the Lamb!”

James Allen.

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,

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But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy pres-ence rest. A - MEN.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 4 But what to those who find? Ah! this Nor can the memory find

Nor tongue nor pen can show;
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, The love of Jesus, what it is,
O Saviour of mankind!

None but His loved ones know. 3 0 hope of every contrite heart, 6 Jesus,

our only joy be Thou, O joy of all the meek,

As Thou our prize wilt be; To those who fall, how kind Thou art! Jesus, be Thou our glory now, How good to those who seek!

And through eternity.

Bernard of Clairvaux, fr.

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