1846.

Some space to serve Thee here accord;

I am a stranger with Thee, Lord,
A sojourner on life's brief scene,

As all my sires before have been.

Then spare me, for a little spare!
That my lost strength I may repair,
To walk with Thee, ere hence I go
And be no longer seen below.

PSALM XCVI.

IN songs of praise, unheard before,

Let all the earth the Lord adore;
Sing to the Lord and praise his name,

Tell how from Him salvation came;

His honour to the heathen show,

Let the whole earth his wonders know.
God cannot worthily be praised,

Above all gods so highly raised;

They are but idols, wood and stone,

The Lord our God is God alone.

He made the heavens, there saints adore Him,

Glory and worship go before Him;

Girded with power, with honour crowned,

God in his holy place is found.

Oh! then unto the Lord ascribe,

Nation and kindred, tongue and tribe,

The honour due unto his name,

The glory He may justly claim.
With joy unto his courts repair,
And, as your gifts you offer there,
Meet worship to the Lord address,
In beauty and in holiness.

Then tell it out, that all may hear,
And God's eternal name revere,
Yea, tell it out, and bid the sound
Go forth to all the nations round,
That He is king, and how He made
The earth, and its foundations laid
So sure, that they may ne'er remove
Till that great day, when from above
In clouds descending He shall come,
To pass on all a righteous doom.

Be glad, thou earth; ye heavens, rejoice;
Thou sea, send forth thy glorious voice;
Forest and field, with one accord,
Rejoice, rejoice, before the Lord!

For now is our redemption nigh;
E'en now, in might and majesty,

He comes; with glory round Him spread,
He comes to judge both quick and dead,
To heal our woes, our wrongs redress,
And judge the world in righteousness.

May 1829.

PSALM CIII.

WITH every faculty combined,
My soul, of body and of mind,
The praises of the Lord proclaim,
And bless, O bless his holy name;
Nor ever let the memory part

Of all his goodness from my heart.

'Tis He, who doth thy sins forgive,

Thy sickness heals, and bids thee live

When death's dark shades were gathering round,

He saved thee and with mercy crown'd,

Thy powers to youth and strength restoring,

Like new-fledged eagle heavenward soaring.