3 METROPOLITAN. C. M.
J. T. LAYTON.
I. The truth of God shall still en dure, And tirm his prom ise stand;
ng souls may rest se cure In his al-migl.t
Pai.'/ifulness of Cod. C. M.
I The truth of Gi>d shall still endure,
And firm his promise stand ;
Believing souls may rest secure
In his almighty hand.
2 Should earth and hell their forces join,
He would contemn their rage,
And render fruitless their design
Against his heritage.
3 The rainbow round about his throne
Proclaims his faithfulness;
He will his purposes perform,
His promises of grace.
4 The hills and mountains melt away,
But he is stili ihe same :
Let saints to him their homage pay,
And magnify his name.
4 D'vine Guideline, and Rest. C. M.
I Before thy mercy-seat. O Lord,
Behold, thy servants stand,
To ask the knowledge of thy word,
The guidance of thy hand.
2 Let thy eternal truths, we pray,
Dwell richly in each heart ;
That from the safe and narrow way
We never may depart.
3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,
Unfold its hidden store;
And, as we read, O may we feel
Its value more and more.
4 Help us to see the Saviour's love
Beaming from every page;
And let the thoughts of joys above
Our inmost souls engage.
5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides
Shall we be truly blest;
And safe arrive wdiere love provides
An everlasting rest.
William H. Bathurst.
5 Joy of public worship. L. M.
[Tune, Federal Street. ]
I Great God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs ;
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without, and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.
5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
And devils at thy presence flee;
Blest is the man that trusts in thee