If thus thy bounties gild the span
Of ruined earth and sinful man,
How glorious must the mansion be

Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee!

Victory over Death.

1 0 FOR an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,

To triumph o'er the monster death,
And all his frightful powers.

2 Joyful with all the strength I have,
My quivering lips should sing,
Where is thy boasted victory, grave?
And where the monster's sting?'

3 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,

Who makes us conquerors, while we die, Through Christ our living head.

The Lord is my Helper.'

1 OFT as I look upon the road
That leads to yonder blessed abode,
I feel distressed and fearful:

So

many foes the passage throng, I am so weak, and they so strong, How can my soul be cheerful!

2 But when I think of him whose power Can save me in a trying hour,

And place on him reliance,
My soul is then ashamed of fear;
And though ten thousand foes appear,
I bid them all defiance.

3 The dangerous road I then pursue,
And keep the glorious prize in view;
With joyful hope elated:
Strong in the Lord, in him alone,
Where he conducts, I follow on,
With ardour unabated.

4 O Lord, each day renew my strength,
And let me see thy face at length,
With all thy people yonder:

The Land of the Blest.

1 O, WHEN the hours of life are past,
And death's dark shade arrives at last,
It is not sleep, it is not rest;
'Tis glory opening to the blest.

2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin,
And Christ shall there receive them in:
There each shall wear a robe of light,
Like his, divinely fair and bright.

3 There, parted hearts again shall meet,
In union holy, calm, and sweet;
There, grief find rest; and never more
Shall sorrow call them to deplore.
4 There, angels will unite their prayers
With spirits bright and blest as theirs ;
And light shall glance on every crown
From suns that never more go down.
5 No storm shall ride the troubled air;
No voice of passion enter there;
But all be peaceful as the sigh
Of evening gales, that breathe, and die.

6 For there the God of mercy sheds
His purest influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne
With glory radiant as his own.

MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL.

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The Family Altar.

1 FooD, raiment, dwelling, health, and friends,

Thou, Lord, hast made our lot;

With thee our bliss begins and ends,
As we are thine, or not.

2 For these we bend the humble knee,
Our thankful spirits bow;

Yet from thy gifts we turn to thee;
Be thou our portion - THOU !

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1 PEACE be to this habitation;
Peace to all that dwell therein;
Peace the earnest of salvation;
Peace, the fruit of pardoned sin;
Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver,
Peace, to worldly minds unknown;
Peace divine that lasts forever;

Peace, that comes from God alone.

2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us,
Fix in all our hearts thy home;
With thy gracious presence cheer us;
Let thy sacred kingdom come;
Raise to heaven our expectation,
Give our favoured souls to prove
Glorious and complete salvation,
In the realms of bliss above.

Pious Education of Children.- Ps. 78.
1 LET children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old;
Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known;
His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down,
Through every rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs ;
That generations yet unborn

May teach them to their heirs

4 Thus shall they learn in God alone
Their hope securely stands ;

That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.

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CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

The Sabbath. In the Family.

1 Now may the Spirit's holy fire,
Descending from above,
His waiting family inspire

With joy, and peace, and love.

2 Wake, heavenly wind, arise, and come,
Blow on the drooping field;

Our spices then shall breathe perfume
And fragrant incense yield.

3 Touch with a living coal the lip
That shall proclaim thy word,
And bid us all devoutly keep
Attention to the Lord.

The Church is the Garden of God.- Ps. 92.

1 LORD, 't is a pleasant thing to stand

In gardens planted by thy hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields such a comely sight as these.

3 The plants of grace shall ever live;
(Nature decays, but grace must thrive)
Time, that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just and true;

None that attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

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A Day in the Courts of the Lord.

1 To thy temple I repair;

Lord, I love to worship there;
Abba! Father! give me grace,
In thy courts to seek thy face.
2 While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord my righteousness.

3 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads,
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

4 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till thy gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

5 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice, by faith
may
I
Hear thee speaking from the sky.

6 From thy house, when I return,
May my heart within me burn,
And at evening let me say,
-I have walked with God today.

The Church is 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.

3 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;