3. When the morn shall bid us rise,

May we feel thy presence near; May thy glory meet our eyes,

When we in thy courts appear: There in spirit may we taste Fruits of heaven's eternal rest.

MOORE. L. C. M.*

4. May the gospel's joyful sound, Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Bid the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief for all complaints: Thus may every Sabbath prove, Till we join the church above.

GERMAN.

And o'er the earth they flow.

789.

The Love of God.

1. My God, thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thy eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys for ever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.

2. 'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distill;

In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.

3. But in the gospel it appears
In sweeter, fairer characters,

And charms the ravished breast; There love immortal leaves the sky, To wipe the drooping mourner's eye, And give the weary rest.

4. Then let the love that makes me blessed, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude;

1. Songs in the night full oft are given, Soft breathings from the air of heaven, Sweet zephyrs to the soul;

The pilgrim's lonely heart to cheer,
And bring celestial glories near

By their divine control.

2. Songs in the night kind Heaven supplies,
When cares and trials round us rise,
Our comfort to destroy;
They bid the tempter far retire,
And fill the soul with holy fire,
Celestial peace and joy.

3 Songs in the night of sorrow's power,
Affliction's tempest, death's dark hour,
The pilgrim yet will sing;
He'll shout with faith's uplifted eye,
"O grave, where is thy victory!

O leath, where is thy sting!"

AMERICA. 6s & 4s,*

HANDEL.

2. Yea, bless his holy name,
And purest thanks proclaim
Through all the earth;
To glory in your lot
Is duty-but be not
God's benefits forgot,
Amidst your mirth.

CORONATION. C. M.*

3. The God of harvest praise;

Hands, hearts, and voices raise,
With sweet accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song
Bless ye the Lord.

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Congregation.

As your blessings ye retrace,
Think from whence they flow:
Think of that Creative Hand,
Author of the sea and land,

By whose power the nations stand,
In their weal or woe.

3. Here are freedom, health, and peace,
Here oppression's surges cease,
Streams of knowledge hero increase,
Deepening far and wide:

Science here her tribute pours,
Industry collects her stores,
Wealth flows in from foreign shores,
Like a swelling tide.

3. Here religion undefiled,
With an influence pure and mild,
Reaches to the humblest child,
E'en from door to door:
Let us then our off'rings bring,
Thanks unto the heavenly King,
From the heart his praises sing,
Now and evermore.

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