8 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits!
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays:
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

"He is my refuge and my fortress.' 1 CALL Jehovah thy salvation,

Psalm 91: 2.

Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade; In his secret habitation,

Dwell, nor ever be dismayed:
There no tumult can alarm thee,

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,

In eternal safeguard there.

2 From the sword at noonday wasting,
From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure defense:
Fear not thou the deadly quiver,
When a thousand feel the blow;
Mercy shall thy soul deliver,

Though ten thousand be laid low. 3 Since, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of his protection, He will shield thee from above; Thou shalt call on him in trouble, He will hearken, he will save; Here, for grief reward thee double,

Crown with life beyond the grave.

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"Upon this Rock will I build my Church." Matt 16: 18. 1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God!

He, whose work cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode:
On the Rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose!
With salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
To supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove!
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows his thirst t' assuage;
Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

163 "Our consolation also aboundeth by Christ." 2 Cor. 1: 5.
1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend:
Life, and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Here I'll sit forever viewing

Mercy streaming in his blood,
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.

2 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much! I've much forgiven
I'm a miracle of grace.
Love and grief my heart dividing,
Gazing here I'd spend my breath;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.