LV.

"O Lord, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps."

"TIS not in man his steps to guide, Nor of himself to choose the way:

Then let us in the Lord confide,

And his indwelling Word obey.

For thus He saith,-the Holy One:
Behold, I am the Lord thy God,

Who will to thee my ways make known,
And safely guide thee on thy road!

O hadst thou hearkened unto Me,

Then had thy peace flowed as a river;

Thy righteousness been as the sea,

And crowned with holy joy for ever!

But, ah! thou saw no comeliness

In Him who in the manger lay; Him thou despised, the Prince of Peace, And turned with proud contempt away.

But He it was, thy King and Lord,
The great desire of every nation,-
The truth, the way, the living Word,
The eternal Rock of man's salvation.

And He has now ascended high,

Where saints and angels all adore Him:

Hosanna to our King! they cry,

And cast their golden crowns before Him.

Before Him also let us fall,

Uniting with the choirs above;

And Him adore, the Lord of all,

The fountain of eternal love!

LVI.

"O sing unto the Lord a new song; for he hath done marvellous things."

O SING to the Lord a new song,
For He hath done marvellous things:

To Him doth the victory belong,→
To Him, the great King of all kings.

The Lord hath made known his salvation,
His righteousness hath He declared;

And blessings for every nation,

Hath He in his mercy prepared.

For He hath remembered his Salem,

And

peace unto Zion will bring;

And, lo! e'en the heathen shall hail Him,

Their Saviour, deliverer, and King.

Strike, strike then the harp's tuneful wires,

And sound ye the strings of the lute;

And join with the heavenly choirs,
Jehovah with praise to salute.

Rejoice, O thou white-foaming ocean,
As onward thy huge billows roll ;
Remember who set thee in motion,

And who thy proud waves can control.

Ye winds, waft his glory abroad;

And softly let each whispering breeze

Breathe forth the sweet praise of the Lord!

He cometh, with angels surrounded,

The Lord in his majesty clad:

The wicked shall all be confounded,

The righteous exultingly glad!

LVII.

"He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust."

THOU knowest, Lord, our frame,

And that we are but dust;

Yet, blessed be thy holy name,

We in a Saviour trust.

What though we feeble are,

Our ever gracious Lord

Will kindly all our burdens bear,

And heavenly strength afford.