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560. 78. M.

Funeral Hymn.
1 Clay to clay, and dust to dust!

Let them mingle—for they must !
Give to earth the earthly clod,

For the spirit’s fled to God.
2 Never more shall midnight's damp

Darken round this mortal lamp;
Never more shall noonday's glance

Search this mortal countenance. 3 Deep the pit, and cold the bed,

Where the spoils of death are laid :
Stiff the curtains, chill the gloom,

Of man's melancholy tomb.
4 Look aloft! The spirit's risen-

Death cannot the soul imprison :
'Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,

Glorious, though invisible.
5 Thither let us turn our vieır;

Peace is there, and comfort too :
There shall those we loved be found,
Tracing joy's eternal round.




561. S. P. M. WATTS.

Going to Church. Ps. 122. 1 How pleased and blest was I To hear the people cry,

Come, let us seek our God to-day!”
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.
2 Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorned with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait,

To bless the soul of every guest; The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase,

A thousand blessings on him rest!


C. M. Watts.
The Church our Delight and Safety. Ps. 27.
1 The Lord of glory is my light,

And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear

What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires;

O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,

The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests,

And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,

And there inquire thy will. 4 When troubles rise and storms appear,

There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where

He makes my soul abide.

563. L. M. WATTS.

God's Condescension to our Worship.
1 Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls :

Will the Eternal dwell with us?
What canst thou find beneath the poles,

To tempt thy chariot downward thus? 2 Great God! what poor returns we pay

For love so infinite as thine;
Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion 's all divine.


564. L. M.

Grateful and humble Praise.
1 Up to the Lord, who reigns on high,

And views the nations from afar,
Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are.
2 God, that must stoop to view the skies,

And bow to see what angels do,
Down to our earth he casts his eyes,

And bends his footsteps downward too.
3 He overrules all mortal things,

manages our mean affairs; On humble souls the King of kings

Bestows his counsels and his cares. 4 0, could our thankful hearts devise

A tribute equal to thy grace,
To the third heaven our songs should rise,
And teach the golden harps thy praise.

565. C. M.

The Greatness of God. Ps. 145.
1 Long as I live I'll bless thy name,

My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same,

In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown;

And let his praise be great;
I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,

And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim,

And nations sound thy praise. 4 The world is managed by thy hands;

Thy saints are ruled by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands,

Though rocks and hills remove.


C. M.

WATTS. Psalm before Prayer. Ps. 95. 1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,

And in his strength rejoice: When his salvation is our theme,

Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach his awful sight,

And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,

The whole creation's King.
3 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,

Lies in his spacious hand;
He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,

And where the hills must stand.
4 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face;

the creatures of his power Be children of his grace!

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