4 Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high his power proclaim ;
Heaven and earth and all creation.
Laud and magnify his name.
(Hebron. L. M.)
THUS far the Lord has led me on ;
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
I lay my body down to sleep ;
Peace is the pillow for my head ;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
reak my tomb,
sweet salvation in the sound.
13 (Invitation. C. M.) /. G. Whittier.
i We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ dottm ;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For him no depths can drown.
2 But. warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is he ;
And faith has yet still Olivet,
And love its Galilee.