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 FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
 THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 
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 HYMNS, 
 
 FROM VARIOUS AUTHOHS, 
 
 SUPPLEMENTARY 
 
 FOR 
 
 THE USE OF CHRISTIANS. 
 
 ^nd they sung' a new song^ f^c. Kev. v 9. 
 
 FIRST EDITION 
 
 GEHMANTGIVN : 
 PUBLISHED BY JOHN LEIBERT, JUN*R. 
 
 G. & D. BILLMKYER..,.PRINTER». 
 
 1816. 
 
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 I******** Be it remembered, that on the eigh- 
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 " A selection of Hymns^ from various Authors^ 
 Sufifilementary for the use of Christians. — 
 And they sung a new Songy Ufc. Rev. v. 9. 
 Fir>,t Edition." 
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SELECT HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN I. c. M. 
 
 The spiritual coronation. Cant. iii. 11. 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 1 A LL hail the pow*r of Jesu's name I 
 jTX Let angels prostrate fail : 
 Brings forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 MARTYRS. 
 
 Si Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 Who from his altar call ; 
 Extol the son of Jesse's rod, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 CONVERTED JEWS. 
 
 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race 
 
 A remnant weak and small; 
 Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 BELIEVING GENTILES. 
 
 4 Ye Gentile sinners ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood sintl U\e gall j 
 Go — spread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 OF EVERY AGE. 
 
 5 Babes, men, and sires, who know his lovfc^ 
 
 Who feel your sin and thrall, 
 
Now joy with all the hosts above, 
 And croNvn him Lord of all. 
 
 OF EVERY NATION. 
 
 6 Let every kindred, every tribe 
 
 Upon this earthly ball, 
 To niin all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 7 O that with yonder sacred throng 
 
 We at his feet may fall ; 
 \VeM join the everlasting song, , 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 HYMN JI s. M. 
 
 Forms vain nuithout Religion* 
 
 1 A LMIGHTY Maker, God I 
 
 How wondrous is thy name ! 
 Thy glories now diffused abroad 
 Tiiro* the creation's frame. 
 
 2 Nature in every dress 
 Her humble homage pays, 
 
 And fiwds a thousand ways t* express 
 Thine undissembled praise. 
 
 o My soul would rise and sing 
 To her Creator too, 
 Faiii would niy tongue adore my King, 
 And pay the worship due. 
 
 4 [But pride, that busy sin, 
 Spoiib ail llial 1 perform, 
 Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, 
 And swells* a haughty worm.] 
 
Create my soul anew, 
 Else all my worship's vain ; 
 This wretched heart will ne*er be true, 
 Until 'tis lorm'd again. 
 
 Let joy and worship spend 
 The remnant of my days, 
 And to my God, my soul ascend 
 In sweet perfumes of praise. 
 
 HYMN III. L. M. 
 
 A ND is the gospel peace and love ? 
 
 Such let our conversation be ; 
 The serpent blended with the dove, 
 Wisdom and meek simplicity. 
 
 Whene'er the angry passions rise. 
 
 And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife 
 
 On Jesus let us fix our eyes, 
 
 Bright pattern of the Christian life. 
 
 O how benevolent and kind I 
 
 How mild I how ready to forgive ! 
 
 Be this the temper of our mind. 
 
 And these the rules by which we live. 
 
 To do his heav'nly Father's will, 
 Was his employment and delight : 
 
 Humility and holy zeal 
 
 Shone thro' his life divinely bright. 
 
 Dispensing good where'er he came. 
 The labours of his life were love: 
 
 If then we love the Saviour's namcj 
 Let his divine, example moYe ! 
 
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 HYjVTN it. cm; 
 
 1 A ND let this feeble body fail, 
 
 And let it faint or die, 
 My soul shall luit the mournful vale, 
 
 And soar to worlds on high ? 
 Shall join the disemdody'd saints, 
 
 And find its long sought rest, 
 That only bliss for which it pants 
 
 In tiic ii.-aeenier's breast. 
 
 2 In hope of that immortal crown, 
 
 I now the cross sustain, 
 And gladly wander up and down, 
 
 And smile at toil and pain. 
 1 suffer on my threescore years 
 
 Till my deliv*rer come, 
 And wipe away his servant's tears, 
 
 And take his exile home. 
 
 3 O what hath Jesus bought for me I 
 
 Before my ravish'd eyes 
 Rivers of life divine I see, 
 
 And trees of paradise ! 
 I see a world of Spirits bright, 
 
 Who taste the pleasures there ! 
 They all are rob'd in spotless white, 
 
 And conqu'ring palms they bear. 
 
 4 O what are all my sufferings here 
 
 If Lord, thou count me meet 
 With that enrapiur'd host t'appear, 
 
 And worship at thy feet ! 
 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, 
 
 Take life or friends away : 
 But let me find them all again 
 
 In that eternal day. 
 
HYMNV. CM. 
 
 1 A ^^ "^^^* ^ ^^ ^° judgment brought, 
 
 And answer in that day, 
 For ev*ry vain and idle thought, 
 And ev'ry word I say ? 
 
 2 Yes, ev*ry secret'of my heart 
 
 Shall shortly be made known, 
 And I receive my just desert, 
 For all that I have done. 
 
 3 How careful then ought I to live; 
 
 With what religious fear ; 
 • Who such a strict account must give 
 For my beliaviour here ! 
 
 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, 
 
 The watchful pow'r bestow 1 
 So shall I to my ways take heed, 
 To all I speak or do. 
 
 5 If now thou " standest at the door,'* 
 
 let me feel thee near 1 
 
 And make my peace with God, before 
 
 1 at thy bar appear. 
 
 HYMN VI. p M. 
 
 1 A RISE, my soul, arise, 
 
 J Shake off thy guilty fears. 
 
 The bleeding Sacrifice 
 In my behalf appears ; 
 . Before the throne my Saviour stands : 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
 2 He ever lives above, 
 
 For me to intercede 5 
 
With his redeeming love, 
 His precious blood to plead ; 
 His blood was spilt for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
 
 ReceivM on Calvary ; 
 They pour effectual prayers, 
 
 They strongly speak for me: 
 Forgive him, O forgive they cry ! 
 Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 
 
 4 The Father hears him pray, 
 
 His dear annointed one ; 
 He cannot turn away 
 
 The presence of his Son : 
 His Spirit answers to the blood, 
 And tells me I am born of God. 
 
 5 To God I'm reconcil*d, 
 
 His pard*ning voice I hear: 
 He owns me for his child, 
 
 I can no longer fear : 
 With confidence I now draw nigh, 
 And Father, Abba Father ! cry. 
 
 HYMN Vn. L. M. 
 
 Jehovah-sSihammahi Ezek. %W\\u 35. 
 
 IAS birds their infant brood protect 
 
 And spread their wings to shelter them 5 
 Thus saith the Lord to his elect, 
 " So will I guard Jerusalem." 
 
 2 And what then is Jerusalem, 
 This darling object of his care ? 
 Where is its worth \x\ God*s esteem ? 
 Who built it ?-^who inhabits there ? 
 
3 Jehovah founded it in blood, 
 The blood of his incarnate Son ; 
 There dwell the saints, once foes to God 
 The sinners whom he calls his own. 
 
 4 There, though besieged on ev'ry side, 
 Yet much belov'd and guarded well ; 
 From age to age they have defied 
 The utmost force of earth and hell. 
 
 5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, 
 This city hath a sure defence ; 
 
 Her name is callM, The Lord is there, 
 And who has power to drive them thencfe. 
 
 HYMN VIII. L. M. 
 
 Thy kingdom come. Matt, vi. lOj 
 
 1 A SCEND thy throne, almighty King, 
 
 And spread thy glories all abroad ; 
 Let thine own arm salvation bring, 
 And be thou known the gracious God. 
 
 2 Let millions bow before thy seat, 
 iLet humble mourners seek thy face, 
 Bring daring rebels to thy feet, 
 Subdued by thy victorious grace* 
 
 3 O let the kingdoms of the world 
 Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; 
 Let saints, and angels praise thy name, 
 Be thou thro' heaven and earth ador'd. 
 
 HYMN IX. L. M. 
 
 1 A WAKE, Jerusalem, awake. 
 
 No longer in thy sins lie down: 
 The garment of salvation take. 
 
 Thy beauty and thy strength put oi^. 
 
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 2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight, 
 And hides the promise from thine eyes. 
 Arise and struggle into light, 
 
 Thy great Deliv*rer calls, Arise I 
 
 9 Shake off the bands of sad despair, 
 Sion assert thy liberty, 
 Look up, thy broken heart prepare. 
 And God shall set the captive free. 
 
 4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace, 
 
 Be purg'd from ev'ry sinful stain, 
 Be like your Lord, his word embrace, 
 Nor bear his hallowM name in vain. 
 
 5 The Lord shall in your front appear. 
 
 And lead the pompous triumph on ; 
 His glory shall bring up the rear. 
 And perfect what his grace begun. 
 
 HYMN X. L. M. 
 
 % A WAKE my zeal, awake my lore. 
 And serve my Saviour here below, 
 In works which all the saints above, 
 Which holy angels cannot do. 
 
 2 My faith and hope may see the Lord, 
 Though veils of darkness lie between ; 
 Hope shall rest firm upon his word, 
 And faith rejoice in things unseen. 
 
 3 Awake my charity, and feed 
 
 The hungry soul and clothe the poor; 
 In heav'n are found no sons of need. 
 There all these duties are no more, 
 
 4 Subdue thy passions, O my soul 
 Maintain the fight, the work pursue, 
 
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 Daily thy rising sins controul, 
 And be thy victories ever new* 
 
 5 The land of triumph lies on high, 
 There are no fields of battle there, 
 Lord I would conquer till I die, 
 And finish all the glorious war. 
 
 6 Let every flying hour confess 
 
 I gain thy gospel fresh renown; 
 And when my life and labours ceascj 
 May I possess the promis'd crown. 
 
 HYMN XI* L. M. 
 
 The Christian Race, Isa. xl. 28 — 3lJ 
 
 1 A WAKE our souls (away our fears, 
 
 Let ev*ry trembling thought begone) 
 Awake, and run the heav*nly race, 
 And put a cheerful courage on. 
 
 2 True, 'tis a straight and thorny road, 
 
 And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 That feeds the strength of ev*ry saint. 
 
 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r 
 
 Is ever new and ever young. 
 And firm endures, while endless years 
 Their everlasting circles run. 
 
 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 
 
 Our souls shall drink a fresh supply: 
 While such as trust their native strength 
 Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 
 
 3 Swift as an eagle cuts the air. 
 
 We'll mount aloft to thine abode : 
 On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
 Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road. 
 
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 HYMN XII. L. M. 
 
 The benefit of Public Ordinances, 
 
 1 A WAY from ev'ry mortal care; 
 
 Away from earth, our souls retreat ; 
 We leave this worthless world afar, 
 And wait and worship near thy seat. 
 
 2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace 
 
 We see thy feet, and we adore ; 
 We gaze upon thy lovely face. 
 
 And learn the wonders of thy pow'r. 
 
 3 While here our various wants we mourn^ 
 
 United groans ascend on high ; 
 And prayer bears a quick return 
 Of blessings in variety. 
 
 4 [If Satan rage, and sin grows strong, 
 
 Here we receive some cheering word ; 
 We gird the gospel-armour on. 
 To fight the battles of the Lord. 
 
 5 Or if our spirit faints and dies, 
 
 (Our conscience gall'd with inward stings) 
 Here doth the righteous Sun arise 
 
 With healing beams beneath his wings# 
 
 6 Father I my soul would still abide 
 
 Within thy temple, near thy side; 
 But if my feet must hence depart, 
 Still keep thy dwelling in my heart. 
 
 HYMN XIII. L. M. 
 
 X T^E with me, Lord, where'er T go, 
 
 Teach me what thou would*st have me do ; 
 Suggest whate'er I think or say, 
 ©irect me \xi the narrow way. 
 
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 2 Assist and teach me how'to pray ; 
 Incline my nature to obey : 
 What thou abhorr*st, that let me fleci 
 And only love what pleases thee. 
 
 HYMN XIV. c. M. 
 
 The Faithfulness of God in the Promises'* 
 
 1 r D EGIN, my tongue, some heav'nly theme, 
 L And speak some boundless thing, 
 
 The mighty works, or mightier name, 
 Of our eternal King. 
 
 2 Tell of his wond'rous faithfulness, 
 
 And sound his pow*r abroad ; 
 Sing the sweet promise of his grace, 
 And the performing God. 
 
 3 Proclaim, " Salvation from the Lord, 
 
 »< For wretched dying men ;" 
 His hand has writ the sacred word 
 With an immortal pen. 
 
 4 Engrav'd as in eternal brass 
 
 The mighty promise shines : 
 Nor can the pow*rs of darkness raze 
 Those everlasting lines.] 
 
 .5 His very word of grace is strong, 
 As that which built the skies ; 
 The voice that rolls the stars along, 
 Speaks all the promises. 
 
 ^6 O, might I hear thy heav'niy tongue 
 But whisper, " Thou art mine I" 
 Those gentle words should raise my song 
 To notes almost divine. 
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 7 How would my leaping heart rejoice. 
 And think my heav'n secure 1 
 I trust the all-creating voice, 
 And faith desires no more.] 
 
 HYMN XV. c. M. 
 
 1 HEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 
 
 Nail'd to the shameful tree. 
 How vast the love that him inclin'd 
 To bleed and die for thee ! 
 
 2 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes. 
 
 And earth's strong pillars bend 1 
 The temple's veil in sunder breaks, 
 The solid marbles bend. 
 
 3 *Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid ; 
 
 " Receive my soul l" he cries : 
 See where he bows his sacred head ! 
 He bows his head and dies ! 
 
 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chai'nf, 
 
 And in full glory shine. 
 O Lamb ot God ! was ever pain. 
 Was ever love like thine I 
 
 HYMN XVI. p. M. 
 
 The Privileges of the Sons o/Gon. 
 
 1 gLESSED are the sons of God, 
 
 They are bought with Jesu's blood, 
 They are ransom'd from the grave, 
 Life eternal they shall have. 
 With them number'd may we be^ 
 -Now s^nd thro* eternity I 
 
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 g God did love them in his Sou, 
 Long before the world begun ; 
 They the seal of this receive 
 When on Jesus they believe. 
 With them, &c. 
 
 3 They arc justify*dby grace, 
 They enjoy a solid peace ; 
 All their sins are washM away, 
 They shall stand in God*s great day. 
 With them, &c. 
 
 4 They produce the fruits of grace^ 
 In the works of righteousness i 
 Born of God, they hate all sin, 
 God*s pure seed remains within. 
 With them, &c. 
 
 5 They have fellowship with God 
 Thro' the Mediator's blood ; 
 One witn God, thro' Jesus one, 
 Glory is in them begun. 
 With them, &c. 
 
 6 Tho' they suffer much on earth, 
 Strangers to the worldlings mirth, 
 Yet they have an inward joy. 
 Pleasures which can never cloy. 
 With them, 8cc. 
 
 y They alone are truly blest. 
 
 Heirs of God, joint heirs with Christ ; 
 They witn love and peace are fiU'd, 
 They are by his Spirit seal'd : 
 With them number'd may we be, 
 Now and thro* eternity | 
 
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 HYMN XVII. L. M. 
 
 JSlessing God for his goodness to soul and body, 
 
 1 15 LESS, O my soul, the living God ; 
 
 •^ Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad. 
 Let all the pow'rs within me join 
 In work and worship so divine. 
 
 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ; 
 His favours claim thy highest praise ; 
 Why should ungrateful silence hide 
 The blessings which his hands provide ? 
 
 3 *Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son 
 
 To die for crimes which thou hast done ; 
 He owns the ransom, and forgives 
 The hourly follies of our lives. 
 
 4 The vices of the mind^e heals, 
 
 And cures th© pains that nature feels- 
 Redeems the soul from hell, and saves 
 Our wasting life from threat'ning graves, 
 
 5 Our youth decay*d his pow'r repairs ; 
 His mercy crowns our growing years ; 
 He fills our store with ev'ry good, 
 And feeds our souls with heavenly food. 
 
 6 He sees th' oppressor and th* opprest, 
 And often gives the suff*rer rest ; 
 But will his justice more display 
 
 In the last great rewarding day, 
 
 HYMN XVni. P. M. 
 
 1 TJURST ye em'rald gates and bring 
 To my raptur'd vision. 
 All th* extatic joys, that spring 
 Round the bright elisian j 
 
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 ttO we lift our longing eyes. 
 Break ye intervenin;];; skies | 
 
 Sons of righteousness arise, 
 Op*n the gates of paradise j 
 
 ■2 Floods of everlasting light, 
 
 Freely flash before him ; 
 Myriads, with supreme delight, 
 
 Instantly adore him ; 
 Angel trumps resound his fame, 
 
 Lutes of lucid gold proclaim, 
 All the music of his name ; 
 
 Heaven echoing the theme. 
 
 3 Four and twenty elders rise, 
 
 From their princely station ; 
 Shout his glorious victories. 
 
 Sing the great salvation ; 
 Cast their crowns before his throne^ 
 
 Cry in reverential tone, 
 Glory be to God alone, 
 
 Holy ! holy ! holy one. 
 
 A Hark — the thrilling symphonies. 
 
 Seem, me thinks, to seize us— 
 Join we too the holy lays — 
 
 Jesus — Jesus — Jesus 1 
 Sweetest sound in seraph's song, 
 
 Sweetest note on mortjil's tongue> 
 Sweetest carol ever sung — 
 
 Jesus — Jesus flow along. 
 
 ^ HYMN XIX. p. M. 
 
 Living by Faith connected with Work^t 
 
 J "n Y faith I live, by faith I see, 
 - That Jesus gave his life forme; 
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 By faith I venture on his grace, 
 
 And through his blood my sins efface. 
 
 2 Yet faith alone will not suffice, 
 To bring me to that Paradise ; 
 
 That heaven, where holy angels dwell, 
 And souls redeem'd from death and hell. 
 
 3 Our works on earth are works of love. 
 Which frame our minds for things above, 
 And if we would on Christ depend, 
 
 His blessed voice we should attend. 
 
 4 To blend the two in one we see, 
 
 How faith and works do sweet agree ; 
 And through their influence we shall find, 
 A God most gracious, good, and kind. 
 
 5 Then let us learn to watch and pray. 
 And strive to walk the narrow way ; 
 And if we would true pleasure find, 
 Our sina must all be left behind. 
 
 6 Thus when we leave this world of woe, 
 A witness we shall leave below ; 
 That ages yet unborn may see. 
 
 The right we have to liberty. 
 
 HYMN XX. c. M. 
 
 The different Success of the Gos/iel. I Cor. 
 i. 23,34. 2 Cor. ii. 16. 1 Cor. iii. 6, 7. 
 
 1 OHRIST and his cross is all our theme : 
 
 The myst'ries that we speak 
 Are sd^ndalin the Jew*s esteem, 
 And folly to the Greek. 
 
 2 But souls enlightened from above 
 
 With joy receive the word ; 
 
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 They see what wisdom, pow*r, and love, 
 Shine in their dying Lord. 
 
 3 The vital savour of his name 
 
 Restores their fainting breath ; 
 But unbelief perverts the same 
 To guilt, despair, and death. 
 
 % Till God diffuse his graces down. 
 Like show'rs of heav'nly rain, 
 In vain Apollos sows the ground, 
 And Paul may plant in vain. 
 
 HYMN XXI. c. M. 
 
 1 QOME, let us use the grace divine, 
 
 And all with one accord, 
 In a perpetual cov'nant join 
 Ourselves to Christ the Lord. 
 
 2 Give up ourselves thro* Jesu's pow*r, 
 
 His name to glorify ; 
 And promise in this sacred hour, 
 For God to live and die. 
 
 3 The cov'nant we this moment make 
 
 Be ever kept in mind ; 
 We will no more our God forsake, 
 Or cast his words behind. 
 
 4 We never will throw off his fear, 
 
 Who hears our solemn vow; 
 And if thou art well pleas'd to hear, 
 Come down and meet us now I 
 
 5 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 Let all our hearts receive ; 
 
 Present with the celestial host, 
 
 The peaceful answer ^iv% 
 
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 6 To each the cov'nant blood apply, 
 Which takes our sins away ; 
 And register our names on high, 
 And keep us to that day. 
 
 HYMN XXII. p. K. 
 
 i OOME, my soul, thy suit prepare^ 
 ■ Jesus loves to answer pray*r ; 
 He himself has bid thee pray, 
 Therefore will not say thee nay. 
 
 2 Thou art coming to a king 
 Large petitions with thee bring : 
 Por his grace and pow'r are such. 
 None can ever ask too much. 
 
 3 With my burden I begin, 
 Lord, remove this load of sin I 
 Let thy biood, for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
 4 Lord, I come to thee for rest, 
 Take possession of my breast ; 
 There thy blood- bought right maintain, 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 5 As the image in the glass 
 Answers the beholder's face ; 
 Thus unto mine heart appear. 
 Print thine own resemblance there, 
 
 While I am a pilgrim here, 
 Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 
 As my guide, my guard, my friend, 
 Lead me to my journey's end. 
 
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 7 Shew me what I have to do, 
 Ev*ry hour my strength renew ; 
 Let me live a life of faith, 
 Let me die thy people's death. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. L. M. 
 
 1 QOME, Saviour Jesus, from above ! 
 
 Assist me with thy heav*nly grace ; 
 Empty my heart of earthly love. 
 And for thyself prepare the place. 
 
 2 O let thy sacred presence fill, 
 
 And set my longing spirit free ! 
 Which pants to have no other will. 
 But night and day to feast on thee. 
 
 3 While in this region here below, 
 
 No other good will I pursue : 
 I'll bid this world of noise and show. 
 With all its glittering snares adieu. 
 
 4 That path with humble speed I'll seek, 
 
 In which my Saviour's footsteps shine ; 
 Nor will I hear, nor will I speak. 
 Of any other love but thine. 
 
 i> Henceforth may no profane delight 
 Divide this consecrated soul : 
 Possess it thou who hast the right. 
 As Lord and master of the whole. 
 
 6 Nothing on earth do I desire, 
 
 But thy pure love within my breast j 
 This only this, will I require, 
 And freely give up all the rest. 
 
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 HYMN XXIV. s. M. 
 
 ji fisalm before sermon, 
 
 i. OOME, sound his praise abroad, 
 And hymns of glory sing : 
 Jehovah is the sov*reign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 2 He forra'd the deeps unknown : 
 
 He gave the seas their bound ; 
 The wat'ry worlds are all his own,- 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at his throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord ; 
 We are his works, and not our own ; 
 He forra'd us by his w^Qrd 
 
 4 To-day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod : 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
 5 But if your ears refuse 
 
 The language of his grace. 
 And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jcw^ 
 That unbelieving race, 
 
 6 The Lord, in vengeance drest, 
 
 Will lift his hand, and swear, 
 " You that despis*d my promised rest 
 " Shall have no portion there." 
 
 HYMN XXV. L. M. 
 
 X T^ISMISS us from the house of pray'r, 
 
 With blessings, such as mortals need t 
 And make our souls thy constant care, 
 Till we from evil shall be freed. 
 
■2 And if we never meet again 
 
 Till we our Lord appearing se^> 
 © may we all with Jesus reignj 
 And always with our Saviour be, 
 
 HYMN XXVI. CM. 
 
 The everlasting Song. 
 
 1 p^ARTH has engross'd my love too long; 
 
 *Tis time I lift mine eyes 
 Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, 
 And to my native skies, 
 
 2 There the blest Man my Saviour sits; 
 
 The God I how bright he shines 1 
 And scatters infinite delights 
 On all the happy minds. 
 
 3 Seraphs with elevated strains, 
 
 Circle the throne around : 
 And move and charm the starry plains> 
 With an immortal sound. 
 
 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs j 
 
 Jesus, my love, they sing: 
 Jesus, the life of both our joys, 
 Sounds sweet from every string. 
 
 3 [Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds 
 Of time and space they run ; 
 And echo in majestic sounds 
 The Godhead of the Son ! 
 
 And ROW they sink the lofty tune, 
 V And gentler notes they play ; 
 And bring the f athei 's equal down 
 To dwell in humble clay. 
 
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 7 O sacred beauties of the Man J 
 (The God resides within :) 
 His flesh all pure without a stain ; 
 His soul without a sin^: 
 
 9 But, when to Calvary they turn, 
 Silent their harps abide: 
 Suspended songs, a moment, mourn 
 The God that lov'd and died. 
 
 9 Then, all at once, to living strains 
 
 They summon every chord : 
 Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains, 
 And chant the rising Lord.] 
 
 10 Now let me mount and join their song, 
 
 And be an angel too ; 
 My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongu^, 
 Here's joyful work for you. 
 
 Ill would begin the music here. 
 And so my soul should rise : 
 O for some heavenly notes to bear 
 My passions to the skies ! 
 
 12 There ye that love my Saviour sit : 
 There 1 would fain have place, 
 Among your thrones, or at your feet, 
 So I might see his face. 
 
 HYMN XXVII. c. M. 
 
 Faith of Thi7igs unseen, Heb. xi. 1, 8, 8, 10. 
 
 1 JTAITH is the brightest evidence 
 Of things beyond our sight, 
 Breaks thro' the clouds of flesh and sense, 
 Aad dwells in heavenly light* 
 
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 2 It sets times past in present view, 
 
 Brings distant prospects home, 
 Of things a thousand years ago, 
 Or thousand years to come. 
 
 3 By faith we know the worlds were made 
 
 By God's almighty word; 
 Abra'm to unknown countries led. 
 By faith obeyed the Lord. 
 
 4 He sought a city fair and high, 
 
 Built by th* eternal hands ; 
 And faith assures us, though we die 
 That heav'nly building stands. 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. s. M. 
 
 The beauty of the church ,* or^ Gosfiel worthifi 
 and order, 
 
 1 TTAR as thy name is known 
 
 The world declares thy praise ; 
 Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne 
 Their songs of honour raise, 
 
 2 With joy thy people stand 
 
 On Zion's chosen hill, 
 Proclaim the wonders of thy hand. 
 And counsels of thy will. 
 
 3 Let strangers walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell, 
 Compass and view thine holy ground, 
 And mark the building well j 
 
 4 The orders of thy house, 
 
 The worship of thy court, 
 Th& cheerful songs, the solemn yows^ 
 And make a fair report, 
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 5 How decent and how wise ! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eye$,' 
 And rites adom'd with gold. 
 
 6 The God we worship now 
 
 Will guide us till we die ; 
 "Will be our God while here below, 
 And our's above the sky. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. L. M. 
 
 The Enjoyment of Christ ; or, Delight in Won 
 shifi. 
 
 1. p AR from my thoughts vain world begone, 
 Let my religious hours alone ; 
 Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; 
 I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 
 
 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
 And kindles with a pure desire: 
 Come my dear Jesus, from above. 
 And feed my soul with heav'nly love, 
 
 3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare ! 
 How sweet thy entertainments are i 
 Never did angels taste above 
 Redeeming grace, and dying love. 
 
 4 [Hail, great Immanuel, all divine I 
 In thee thy Father's glories shine : 
 Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, 
 That eyes have seen, or angels known. 
 
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 HYMN XXX. c. M. 
 
 Prosjiect of the Millenium. 
 
 1 pATHER, is not thy promise pledg'd 
 To thine exalted Son, 
 That through the nations of the earth 
 Thy word of life shall run ? 
 
 3 " Ask, and I give the heathen lands 
 " For thine inheritance, 
 " And to the earth's remi)test bounds 
 " Thine empire shall advance." 
 
 3 Hast thou not said the blinded Jews 
 
 Shall their Redeemer own ; 
 "While Gentiles to his standard crowd, 
 And bow before his throne ? 
 
 4 [When shall th* untutor'd Indian tribes, 
 
 That dark bewilder'd race, 
 Sit down at your Immanuers feet, 
 And learn and feel his grace ? 
 
 5 Are not all kingdoms, tribes and tongues 
 
 Under th* expanse of heav*n,- 
 To the dominion of thy Son, 
 Without exemption giv'n ? 
 
 6 From east to west, from north to south, 
 
 Then be his nkme ador*d ! 
 Europe with all thy millions, shout 
 Hosanna's to the Lord. 
 
 t Asia and Africa resound, 
 
 From shore to shore his fame ; 
 And thou ^Vmerica in songs, 
 Redeeming love proclaim. 
 
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 HYMN XXXI. CM. 
 
 The Excellency and Sufkiency of the Holy 
 Scrifiturea. 
 
 \ p ATHER of mercies, in thy word 
 What endless glory shines ! 
 For ever be thy name ador'd 
 For these celestial lines. 
 
 2 Here, may the wretched sons of want 
 Exhaustless riches find ; 
 Riches, above what earth can grant, 
 And lasting as the mind. 
 
 p Here the fair tree of knowledge grows 
 » And yields a free repast, 
 Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing tastct 
 
 4 Here^ the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 
 Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
 And life, and everlasting joys 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 
 5 O may these heavenly pages be 
 
 My ever dear dehght ; 
 And still new beauties may I see, 
 And still increasing light ! 
 
 6 Divine instructor, gracious Lord, 
 
 Be thou for ever near ; 
 Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 HYMN XXXII. CM. 
 
 Fellonvship with God. 
 
 1 pROM all tliat's mortal, all that's vainj 
 And from this earthly clod : 
 
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 Arise my soul and strive to gain, 
 Sweet fellowship with God. 
 
 2 Say, what is there beneath the skies, 
 
 In all the paths thou*st trod ; 
 Can suit thy wishes or thy joys, 
 Like fellowship with God. 
 
 3 Not life, nor all the toys of art, 
 
 Nor pleasure's flow*ry road ; 
 Can to my soul such bliss impart, 
 As fellowship with God. 
 
 4 Not health, nor friendship here below. 
 
 Nor wealth that golden load ; 
 Can such delight or comfort show, 
 As fellowship with God. 
 
 5 When I am made in love to bear, 
 
 Affliction's needful rod ; 
 Light, sweet and kind the strokes appear, 
 Through fellowship with God. 
 
 6 In fierce temptation's fiery blasts. 
 
 Or dark desertion's road ; 
 I'm happy if I can but taste. 
 Some fellowship with God. 
 
 7 So when the icy hand of death. 
 
 Shall chill my flowing bhjod ; 
 With joy I'll yi^Id my latest breath. 
 In fellowship with God. 
 
 8 When I at last to heaven ascend. 
 
 And gain my blest abode ; 
 There an eternity I'll spend. 
 In fellowship with God. 
 
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 HYMN XXXIII. CM. 
 
 The example of Chriat and the saints* 
 
 1 f^ I VE me the wings of faith to I'ise 
 
 Within the veil, and see 
 The saints above, how great their joys ; 
 How bright their glories be ! 
 
 2 Once they were mourning here below, 
 
 And wet their couch with tears, 
 
 They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
 
 With sin, and doubts, and fears. 
 
 3 I ask them, whence their vict*ry came I 
 
 They, with united breath, 
 Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb ; 
 Their triumph, to his death. 
 
 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, 
 
 (His zeal inspu' d their breast :) 
 And, following their incarnate God, 
 Possessed the promis*d rest. 
 
 5 Our glorious leader claims our praise 
 
 For his own pattern giv'n. 
 While the long cloud of witnesses 
 Show the same path to heav'n. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. P. 
 
 M. 
 
 Glorious things sfioken of Zion, the City of Gody 
 Isaiah xxxiii. 20, 21. 
 
 1 OLORIOUS things of thee are spoken^ 
 Zion, city of our God ! 
 He, whose word can not be broken^ 
 Form'd thee for his pwn 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, 
 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters^ 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can faint while such a river 
 Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ^ 
 Grace, which like the Lord the giver, 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 3 Round each habitation hovering 
 See the cloud and fire appear I 
 For a glory and a covering, 
 Shewing that the Lord is near : 
 Thus deriving from their banner 
 Light by night and shade by day ; 
 Safe they feed upon the manna 
 Which he gives them when they pray. 
 
 4 Blest inhabitants of Zion, 
 Wasb'd in the Redeemer's blood I 
 Jesus, whom their souls rely on. 
 Makes them kings and priests to God ; 
 'Tis tiis love his people raises 
 
 Over self to reign as kings, 
 
 And as priests, his solemn praises 
 
 Each for a thank-offering brings. 
 
 5 Saviour, if of Zion's city 
 
 I thro' grace a member am ; 
 Let the world deride or pity, 
 I will glory in thy iicime • 
 Fading is the workihng's pleasure, 
 All his boasted ponip and show ! 
 
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 Solid joys and lasting treasure, 
 None out Zion*s children know. 
 
 HYMN XXXV. L M. 
 
 Longing after God; or^ The Love of God betUr 
 than life. 
 
 ^ G^?'^^ God, indulge my humble claim, 
 
 Thou art my, hope, my joy, my rest ; 
 Tie glories t-at compose thy name 
 buuiul sUi. engag'd to make me blest. 
 
 5 Thou gi-eat and good, tliou just and wise, ] 
 
 1 iiou art my bather and my God ; 
 And 1 am tiune by sacred ties, 
 
 Thy son, tljy servant, bought with blood. 
 
 3 AVivh heart, and eyes, and Ufted hands, 
 
 for thee 1 long-, to thee 1 look ; 
 As travellers in thirsty lands 
 
 Pant for the cooling water brook. 
 
 4 Witl^ early feet I love t' appear 
 
 Among tiiy saints, and seek thy face, 
 Oft have I seen thy glory there, 
 
 And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace. 
 
 6 ril lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, 
 
 \V hile I have breath to pray or praise \ 
 This work shall make my heart rejoice, 
 7 hroughout the remnant of my days. 
 
 HYi>IN XXXVI. L M. 
 
 Religion vain nvithout Love. 1 Cor. xiii. 1— '3. 
 
 I T-JAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
 And nobler speech than angels use^ 
 
If love" be absent, I am found 
 
 Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 
 
 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell 
 All that is done in heav'n and hell ; 
 Or could my faith the world remove, 
 Still I am nothing without love. 
 
 3 Should I distribute all my store 
 To feed the bowels of the poor. 
 Or give my body to the flame. 
 
 To gain a martyr*^ glorious name. 
 
 4 If love to God, and love to men, 
 Be absent, all my hopes are vain. 
 Nor tongues, nor gift, nor fi'ry zeal, 
 The work of love can e'er fulfill. 
 
 HYMN XXXVa: o.M. 
 
 Love to God. 
 
 1 JJ APPY the heart where graces reigiii; 
 
 Where love inspires the breast : 
 Love is the brightest of the train, 
 ^nd strengthens all the rest. 
 
 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, 
 
 And all in vain our fear ; 
 Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, 
 If love be absent there. 
 
 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet, 
 
 In swift obedience move ; 
 The devils know, and tremble too ; 
 But Satan cannot love. 
 
 4 This is the grace that lives and sings, 
 
 When faith and hope shall cease ; 
 
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 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings 
 In the sweet realms of bliss. 
 
 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, 
 Or leave tnis dark abode, 
 The wings of love bear us a^vay, 
 'J o see our smiling God. 
 
 HYMN XXXYIII. c. bi. 
 
 1 J-JAFPY is he, whose early years 
 
 Receive invitruction well; 
 W ho hates the sinner's path, and fears 
 The load that leads to hell. 
 
 2 'Tis easier work, if we begin 
 
 Uo serve ilie Loid betimes; 
 W hiie sinners, who grow old in sin) 
 Aie laroen'd.by 4:heii* crimes. 
 
 S It saves us from a thousand snares, 
 1 G mind relij^ion young : 
 Yiiin oy^ it crowns succeeding years, 
 Aia] uiakes our virtue strong. 
 
 4 To thee, almighty Goc I to thee 
 
 Our iicartswe now resign : 
 'Twiil please us, to look back and see, 
 1 hat oiu' whole lives were thine ! 
 
 5 Let the sWett work of pray'r and praise 
 
 Employ cur aaily breath : 
 TiAis wc'r.c.prepar'd for future days, 
 Or hi for euriy death. 
 
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 HYMN XXXIX. p. M. 
 
 The voice of Christ, — « Lovest thou me," 
 John xxi. 16. 
 
 1 JJARK! my soul, it is the Lord ; 
 Tis thy Saviour, hear his v.ord; 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : 
 " Say,. poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 
 
 3 " I deliverM thee, when bound, 
 
 And when wounded, healM thy wounds ; 
 Sought thee wand'rins;, set thee right, 
 Turn'd thy darkness into h^ht." 
 
 3 " Can a woman's tender care 
 Cease toward^ the child she bare ? 
 Yes, she may forgetful be. 
 
 Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 4 " Mine is an unchanp:ing love, 
 Higher than the heights abo-e ; 
 Deeper than the depths beneath, 
 Free and faithful, strong as death. 
 
 5 « Thou shalt see my glory soon. 
 When the work of s^race is done ; 
 Partner of my throre shalt be, 
 Say, poor sinner, lov*st thou me ?" 
 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint. 
 That my love is weak and faint ; 
 Yet I love thee, and adore, 
 
 O for grace to love thee move J 
 
HYMN XL. p. M. 
 
 Finished Redemfition. 
 
 1 JJARK ! the voice of love and mercy 
 
 Sounds aloud from Calvary I 
 See ! it rends the rocks asunder, 
 
 Shakes the earth and veils the sky 1 
 «Itisfinish'dl" 
 Hear the dying Saviour cry ! 
 
 2 It is finish*d ! O what pleasure 
 
 Do these chamiing words afford ! 
 Heavenly blessings without measure, 
 
 Flow to us from Christ the Lord. 
 It is finished ! 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 
 3 Finished, all the types and shadows 
 
 Of the ceremonial law ! 
 Finish'd, all thkt God had promised ; 
 
 Death and hell no more shall awe. 
 It is finished \ 
 Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 
 
 4 [Happy souls, approach the table, 
 
 Taste the soul-reviving food ; 
 Nothing half so sweet and pleasant 
 
 As the Saviour's flesh and blood. 
 It is finished ! 
 Christ has borne the heavy load.] 
 
 5- Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 
 Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 
 
 All on earth and all in heaven. 
 Join to praise Immaiiuers namei 
 
 Hallelujah I 
 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb I 
 
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 HYIMN XLI. c. Ai. 
 
 Reign of Christ, 
 
 1 JJASTEN O Lord the latter day, 
 
 When grace shall reign alone \ 
 And all the nations of the world, 
 Sha-1 bow before thy throne. 
 
 2 Then shall pure converts crowd thy gates^ 
 
 Press to the gospel sound ; 
 And grace eternal s\yeetly shine, 
 To ravish all around. 
 
 3 Then shall the watchmen of the Lamb> 
 
 Raise the dear cross on high ; 
 And from a clear refulgent light, 
 Shall all see eye to eye. 
 
 4 Now shall the glorious gospel fly, 
 
 To sound the Saviour forth ; 
 And faith, and love, and joys divine, 
 Shall run through all the earth. 
 
 5 Then war shall cease, and wrath subside? 
 
 And peace immortal flow ; 
 And saints unite in joy and peace, 
 And glory reign below. 
 
 6 Lord, we would bless thee for a ray, 
 
 Of such triumphant grace, 
 That leads to everlasting day, 
 And pure eternal bliss. 
 
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 HY3IN XLII. c. M. 
 
 I am the Lord that healeth thee^ Exod. xv. 
 
 I T-J-'AL lib, ImmanueU here we are. 
 Waiting to feel thy touch ; 
 Deep wounded souls to thee repair, 
 Andi Saviour, we are such. 
 
 2 Our f. ith is feeble, we confess, 
 
 We faintly trust thy word, 
 But wilt thou pity us the less ? 
 Far be that from the Lord I 
 
 3 Remember him who once applied 
 
 With tremblinc: for relief; 
 " Lord, 1 believe," with tears he cried, 
 " O help my unbelief." 
 
 4 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, 
 
 And healing virtue stole. 
 Was answered, " Daughter, go in peace, 
 " Thy faith hath made thee whole." 
 
 5 Conceal'd amidst the gather'd throng. 
 
 She would have shunn'd thy view; 
 And if her faith was firm and strong, 
 Had strong misgivings too. 
 
 6 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, 
 
 To touch thee if we may ; 
 Oh! send us not despairing home. 
 Send none unhealed away. 
 
 IIY^IN XLTII. L. M. 
 
 The Christian crowned, 
 
 \ TJONOR and happiness unite 
 
 T© make the christian's name a praise: 
 
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 How fair the scene, how clear the light, 
 That fills the remnant of his days I 
 
 2 A kingly character he boars. 
 
 No chang-e his priestly office knows ; 
 Unfaamg is the crown he wears, 
 His joys can never reach a close. 
 
 5 Adorn 'd with glory from on high, 
 Salvation shines upon his face; 
 His robe is of the etnerial dye. 
 His steps are aignity and grace. 
 
 4 Inferior honors he disdains, 
 
 Nor stoops to take applause from earth ; 
 The King of kings himself mainlains 
 Th' expences of his heavenly birth. 
 
 -5 The noblest cieaturcs seen below, 
 Ordain d to fill a throne above ; 
 God gives him all he can bestow, 
 His kingdom ot eternal love ! 
 
 6 My soul is ravish'd at the thought, 
 Methm'-s frorn earth I see him rise ; 
 Angels congratulate his lot, 
 
 And shout him welcome to the skies. 
 
 HYMN XLIY. CM. 
 
 Mercies and Thanks. 
 
 1 pjOW can I sink with such a prop 
 
 /^>s my eternal God, 
 Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 
 Ana spreads the heav'ns abroad? 
 
 2 Howxan I die while Jesus lives, 
 
 Who rose and left the dead ? 
 
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 Pardon and grace my soul receives 
 P rom miae exalted head. 
 
 3 Ail that 1 am, and all I have, 
 Shall be ior ever thine : 
 Whatever my duty bids me givCj 
 My cheerful hands resign. 
 
 4i Yet, if 1 might make some reservcj 
 Aud duty did not call, 
 1 love my God with zeal so great> 
 That 1 siiould give him all. 
 
 HYMN XLV. c. M. 
 
 Going to Church, 
 
 i tJTOW did my heart rejoice to hear 
 My friends devoutly say, 
 " In Zion let us all appear, 
 " -c*ind keep the solemn day !" 
 
 $ 3 love her gates, 1 love the road; 
 The Cihurch, adomVl with grace. 
 Stands like a palace built for God, 
 To shew his milder face. 
 
 2 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, 
 The hoiy tribes rtpair; 
 The ^OL of David holds his tiirone, 
 An*. si;s in judgment there. 
 
 8) He hears our praises and complaints : 
 And wiiiic liis awiui voice 
 Divii leb the biiiners from the saints. 
 Wc ircmi^le and rejoice. 
 
 ^ Peace be wahin this sacred place> 
 And joy a constant guest, 
 
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 With holy gifts and heav'nly gi-ace 
 
 Be her attendants blest. t 
 
 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 
 Wiiile Ufe or breath remains; 
 There my best friends, my kindred, dwell ; 
 There God my Saviour reigns. 
 
 HYMN XLVI. c. M. 
 
 Morning before Ba/itism ; or^at the ivater side, 
 
 i ^OVV great, how solemn is the work) 
 Which we attend to day ! 
 Now lor a holy, solemn frame. 
 O God, to thee we pray. 
 
 2 O may we feel as once we felt, 
 
 When pain*d and griev'd at heart ; 
 Thy kind, forgiving, melting look, 
 Reliev'd our every sjuart. 
 
 3 Let grace which then was exercis'd, 
 
 Be exercis'd again ; 
 And, nurtur'd by celestial power, 
 In exercise remain. 
 
 4 Awake our iove, our fear, our hope, 
 
 Wake fortitude and joy ; 
 Vain world begone ; let things above, 
 Our happy thoughts employ. 
 
 5 Whilst thee, our Saviour and our Lord, 
 
 To ail around we own ; 
 Drive ccich rebellious, rival lust, 
 ^ach traitor from the throne* 
 
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 ^ Instruct our minds, our wills subdue, 
 To heaven our passions raise ; 
 Tnat he tce our lives, our all may be 
 Devote 1 to thy praise. 
 
 IIY3IN XLVn. P. M. 
 
 4 H^^ ^^^^ ^^'^^ ^^y condition. 
 Till Jesus made me whole ; 
 There is but one physician 
 Can cure a sin-sick soul ; 
 Next door to death he found me, 
 . And pluck*d me from the grave^; 
 To tell to all around me : 
 
 His wondrous pow*r to save ! 
 
 ^ Of men great skill possessing, 
 
 1 t:*oug-ht a cure to i;ain, 
 But ti:.at prov'd more distressing, 
 
 And added to my pain r 
 Soniv ^aid that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave m:. up for lost, 
 Thus every refuge fail*:! me, 
 
 And all my hopes were crossed. 
 
 ^ At length this great physician. 
 
 How matchless in his power, 
 Accepted my petition. 
 
 And undertook my cure. 
 First gave me sight to view him. 
 
 For sin my sight had seai*d, 
 Then bid me look unto him, 
 
 1 look'd and I was lieal'd^ 
 
 4 A bleeding dying Jesus, 
 Seen by aa eye of faith^ 
 
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At once from sin it frees us, 
 
 And saves our souls from death ! 
 
 Come then to this physician, 
 His help he* II freely give ; 
 
 He makes uo hracl condition, 
 'Tis, only look and live. 
 
 HYMN XLYin. c. M. 
 
 Divine Love making a Feaai^ and calling in iht 
 Guests, Luke xiv. 17, 23, 23. 
 
 1 TJ O W sweet and awful is the place 
 
 With Christ within the doors, 
 While everlasting love displays 
 The choicest of her stores I 
 
 2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God 
 
 With soft compassion rolls : 
 Here peace and pardon, bought with blood, 
 Is food for dying souls. 
 
 3 [While all our hearts and all our songs 
 
 Join to admire the feast, 
 Each of us cry with thankful tongues, 
 <' Lord, why was I a guest V 
 
 4 " Why was I made to hear thy voice, 
 
 " And enter while there's room ; 
 « When thousands make a wretched choice 
 " And rather starve than come ?"] 
 
 5 'Twas the same love that spread the feast 
 
 That sweetly forced us in : 
 Else we had still refus'd to taste; 
 And perish 'd m our sin« 
 
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 6 [Pity the nations, O our God ♦ 
 
 Constrain the earth to come ; 
 Send thy victorious word abroad, 
 And bring the strangers home. 
 
 7 We long to see thy churches full, 
 
 That all the chosen race 
 May, with one voice, and heart, and soul, 
 Sing thy redeeming grace.] 
 
 HYMN XLIX. CM. 
 
 Presumjition and JDes/iair ; or, Satan^a various 
 Temptations. 
 
 1 J HATE the tempter and his cliarms, 
 
 I hate his flatt'ring breath ; 
 The Sv^rpent takes a thousand forms, 
 To cheat our souls to death. 
 
 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams, 
 
 Or kills v.'ith slavish fear ; 
 And holds us still in wide extremes. 
 Presumption, or despair. 
 
 3 Now he persuades, " How easy 'tis 
 
 " To walk the road to heav n ;" 
 Anon he swells our sins, and cries, 
 " They cannot be forgiv'n *' 
 
 4 [He bids young sinners, " Yet forbear 
 
 *^ To think of God or death ; 
 ^^ For prayer and devotion are 
 " But melancholy breath.'* 
 
 5 He tells the aged, " they must die I 
 
 <' And 'tis too Jate to pray 5 
 
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 << fn vain for mercy now they cry, 
 « For they have lost their day." 
 
 6 Thus he supports his cruel throne 
 By mischief and deceit, 
 And drags the sons of Adam down 
 To darkness and the pit. 
 
 'r Almighty God, cut short his pow'r, 
 Let him in darkness dwell ; 
 And that he vex the earth no more, 
 Confine him down to hell. 
 
 HYMN L. t. M. 
 
 / know that my Redeemer Hvett, 
 
 1 J KNOW that my Redeemer lives, 
 
 What comfort this sweet sentence gives t 
 He lives, he livos, who once was dead, 
 He lives, my everlasting Head. 
 
 2 He lives, triumphant from the grave, 
 He lives, eternally to save ; 
 
 He lives, all-glorious in the sky. 
 He lives, exalted there on high. 
 
 3 He lives to bless me with his love, 
 He lives to plead for me above. 
 He lives my hungry soul to feed. 
 He lives to help in time of need. 
 
 4* He lives and grants me rich supply, 
 He lives to guide me with his eye, 
 He lives to comfort me when faint. 
 He lives to hear my soul's complaint* 
 
 '5 He lives to crush the pow'rs of hell- 
 He hVes that he may in me dwell^ 
 
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 He lives to heal and make me whole 
 He lives to guard my feeble soul. 
 
 d He lives to silence all my fears ; 
 He lives to stop and wipe my tears, 
 He lives to calm my troubled heart, 
 He lives all blessings to impart. 
 
 7 He lives my kind, my heavenly friend, 
 He hves and loves me to the end ; 
 He lives, and while he Kves I'll sii^g, 
 He iive^ my Prophet, Priest and King. 
 
 8 He lives, and grants me daily breath, 
 He lives, and 1 shall conquer death, 
 He lives my mansion to prepare, 
 He lives to bring me safely there. 
 
 9 He lives all glory to his name, 
 He lives my Jesus still the same ; 
 
 the sweet joy this sentence gives, 
 
 1 know that my Redeemer lives. 
 
 HYMN LI. P. M. 
 
 1 T*LL praise my Maker while I've breath. 
 
 And when my voice is lost m death, 
 Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's G<jd ; he made the sky, 
 
 And earth and seas, with all their train « 
 His truth for ever stanas secure ! 
 He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, 
 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
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 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind ; 
 The Lord supports the fainting mind ; 
 
 He sends the lab' ring conscience peace ; 
 He helps the stranger in distress, 
 The widow and the fatherless, 
 
 And grants the pris*ner sweet release. 
 
 4 rU praise him while he lends me breath, 
 And when my voice is lost in death. 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past 
 While life and thought, and being last, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 HYMN LII. L. M. 
 
 Parting with carnal joy si 
 
 1 T SEND the joys of earth away ; 
 
 Away ye tempters of the mind, 
 False as the smooth deceitful sea, 
 And empty as the whistling wind. 
 
 2 Your streams were floating me along 
 
 Down to the gulph of black despair ; 
 And whilst I lisien'd to your song, 
 
 Yoifr streams had e'en convey 'd me there. 
 
 o Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, 
 That wam*d me of that dark abyss ; 
 That drew me from those treach'rous seas, 
 And bid me seek superior bliss. 
 
 4 Now to the shining realms above 
 
 I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes: 
 O for the pinions of a dove, 
 To bear me to the upper skies ! 
 
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 5 There, from the bosom of ray God, 
 Oceans of endless pleasures roll ; 
 There ^vould T fix my last abode, 
 And diY)wn the sorrows of my soul, 
 
 HYMN LIII. p, M. 
 
 1 TN boundless mercy, gracious Lord appear, 
 
 Darknefcs dispel, the humble mourner cheer; 
 Vain thoughts remove, melt down this flinty 
 
 heart ; 
 Cause ev'ry soul to choose the better part, 
 
 2 Thy presence fills the universal space ; 
 Thy grace appears to all the fallen race ; 
 O visit us with light and life divine, 
 
 Fill ev*ry soul for ev'ry soul is thine. 
 
 3 The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love ; 
 He is my King from him I would not move > 
 Away then all ye objects that divert. 
 
 Nor seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart. 
 
 4 That uncreated beauty which hath gain'd 
 My ravished heart, hath all your glory stainM^ 
 His loveliness my soul hath prepossess'd 
 And left no room for any guest, 
 
 HYMN LIV. c. M, 
 
 1 TN evil long I took delight, 
 
 Unaw'd by shame or fear. 
 Till a new object struck my sightj 
 And stopt my wild career. 
 
 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 
 
 In agonies of blood ; 
 He fix'd his languid eyes on me. 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
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 3 &ure never till my latest breath, 
 
 Shall I forget that look ; 
 He seem*d to charge me with his deaths 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 4 My conscience felt and own*d the guilt j 
 
 And plung'd me in despair ; 
 
 I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
 
 And help'd to nail him there. 
 
 3 Alas ! I knew not what I did, 
 But now my tears are vain ; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid, 
 For I the Lord have slain. 
 
 6 A second look he gave, which said, 
 I freely all forgive ; 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid : 
 I died that thou may*st live. 
 
 y With pleasing grief and mournful joy. 
 My spirits now were fillM; 
 That I should such a life destroy, 
 Yet live by him I kill'd. 
 
 HYMN LV. c. M. 
 
 -j1 song' of deliverance from great du(ress» 
 
 i J WAITED patient for the Lord, 
 
 He bow'd to hear my cry; 
 
 He saw me resting on his word. 
 
 And brought salvation nigh. 
 
 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, 
 Where mourning long 1 lay, 
 And from my bonds released my feef; 
 JDedp Iwnds of miry clay. 
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 Firm on a rock he made me stand, 
 And taught my cheerful tongue 
 
 To praise the wonders of his hand, 
 In a new thankful song. 
 
 I'll spread his works of grace abroad ; 
 
 The saints with joy shall hear, 
 And sinners iearn to make my God 
 
 Their only hope and fear. 
 
 How many are thy thoughts of love I 
 Thy mercies, Lord, how great I 
 
 We have not words nor hours enough 
 Their numbers to repeat. 
 
 When Tm afflicted, poor and low, 
 And light and peace depart. 
 
 My God beholds my heavy woe. 
 And bears me on his heart. 
 
 HYMN LVI. p. M. 
 
 Ceremonial Laiv ; Heb. iv. 2. 
 
 ISRAEL in ancient days. 
 Not only had a view 
 Of Sinai in a blaze, 
 
 But learn'd the gospel too ; 
 The types and figures were a glass, 
 In which they saw the Saviour's face'. 
 
 The paschal sacrifice 
 
 And blood-besprmkled door, 
 
 Seen with enlighten'd eyes, 
 
 And once apply 'd with power, 
 *Would teach the need of other blood, 
 
 To reconcile an angry God. 
 
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 The Lamb, the Dove, set forth 
 
 His perfect innocence, 
 Whose blood Of niatchless worth 
 
 Should be the soul's defence; 
 For he who can for sin atone, 
 Must have no failings of his own. 
 
 The scape-goat on his head 
 The people's trespass bore, 
 
 And, to the desert led, 
 Was to be seen no more ; 
 
 In him our surety seem'd to say, 
 
 « Behold I bear your sins away.*' 
 
 Dipt in his fellow's blood, 
 I'lic living bird went free; 
 
 The type well understood, 
 Express'd the sinners plea; 
 
 Descrio'd a guilty soul enLarg'd, 
 
 And by a Saviour's death discharged 
 
 Jesus, I love to trace 
 
 Tnroughout the sacred page. 
 The footsteps of thy grace, 
 
 The same rn ev'ry age I 
 O grant that 1 may faithful be 
 To clearer light vouchsai'd to me. 
 
 HYMN LVII. c. M. 
 
 Following the examfile of Christ, 
 
 TT is a very pleasant thing 
 To follow Christ our Lord ; 
 
 And tnus obey our neav'nly King, 
 According to his word. 
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 Down to the water side we go ; 
 By Christ's example led ; 
 
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 J the same we come also, 
 /As did our glorious head. 
 
 «u Saviour, we bless thy wond'rous naroc^. 
 For thy example bright ; 
 We love to imitate the same, 
 As thou dost us invite, 
 
 4 We are baptiz'd as Jesus was, 
 
 His easy yoke we bear : 
 And we arc thus baptiz'd, becaiiss 
 That we his subjects are. 
 
 5 Lord may we to thy glory live. 
 
 Teach us thy heav*nly ways ; 
 To us thy holy Spirit give, 
 And we thy name will praise* 
 
 6 And we thy sacred name profess. 
 
 May we our moments spend 
 In ways of truth and righteousness 
 Until our lives shall end. 
 
 HYMN LVIII. CM. 
 
 The Heavenly Jerusalem. 
 
 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, 
 J O how 1 iong for thee ! 
 
 When will my sorrows have an end i 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone ; 
 
 Most glorious to behold ; 
 Thy gates are richly set with pearl, 
 Thy street is pav*d with gold. 
 
 8 Thy garden and thy pleasant green 
 My study long have been ; 
 
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 Such sparkling light by human sight, 
 Has yever yet been seen 
 
 4 If heave;ii be thus glorious, Lord 
 
 Why should I stay from thence I 
 What folly 'tis that I should dread 
 To die and go from hence 1 
 
 5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace^ 
 
 And cause me to ascend. 
 Where congregations ne'er break upj 
 And sabbaths never end. 
 
 6 Jesus, my love, to glory's gone, 
 
 Him will I go and see. 
 And ail my brethren here below 
 Will soon come after me. 
 
 7 My friends T bid you all adieu, 
 
 I leave you in God's care; 
 
 And if i here no more see you, 
 
 Go Oil I'll meet you there. 
 
 8 There we shall meet and no more part, 
 
 And heaven shall ring with praise, 
 While Jesus, love in ev'ry heart 
 Shall tune the song Free Grace. 
 
 9 Millions of years around may run 
 
 Our song shall still increase. 
 To praise the Father and the Son, 
 Who brougnt us home to bliss. 
 
 10 When we've been there ten thousand years, 
 
 Bright shining ?is the sun, 
 We've no less days to sing God's praise 
 Than when we first begun, 
 
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HYMN LIX. L. M. 
 
 J^ot ashamed of Christ. 
 
 4 JESUS ! and shall it ever be 
 •J A mortal man asham'd of thee ! 
 Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine thro* endless days i 
 
 2 AshamM of Jesus ! sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star ; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine, 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 3 Asham'd of Jesus 1 just as soon 
 Let midnight be asham'd of noon; 
 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, 
 Bright Morning Star I bid darkness flee* 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus ! that dear friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
 No ; when I blush — be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name, 
 
 5 Asham'd of Jesus ' yes, I may, 
 When I've no guilt to wash away. 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
 Till then, I boast a Saviour slain I 
 And O may this my glory be. 
 
 That Christ is not asham'd of me ! 
 
 7 [His institutions would I prize, 
 
 Take up my cross — the shame despise; 
 Dare to defend his noble cause, 
 And yield obedience to his laws.] 
 
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 HYMN LX. p. M, 
 
 Friends Farting, 
 
 ') TESUS, grant us all a blossing, 
 J Send it clown Lord, from above; 
 May we all go home a praying, 
 
 And rejoicing in thy love. 
 Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, 
 
 'Till we all shall meet above. 
 
 3 Jesus pardon all our tollies, 
 
 While together we have been ; 
 ^lake us humble, make us holy, 
 
 Cleanse us all from every sin. 
 Farewell brethren, farewell sisters^ 
 
 'Till we all shall meet again. 
 
 ^ May thy blessing, Lord, go with us, 
 To each one's respective home; 
 
 And the presence of our Jesus, 
 Rest upon us ev'ry one. 
 
 Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, 
 'Till we ail shall meet at home. 
 
 HYMN LXI. c. M. 
 
 Jesus — firecious to them that believe^ 1 Pet. ii. 7. 
 
 1 TESUS, I love thy charming name, 
 *i 'Tis music to my ear ; 
 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud. 
 That earth and heaven might hear, 
 
 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 
 
 My iransport and my trust ; 
 Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
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 3 All my capacious powers can wish 
 
 In thee doth richly meet ; 
 Nor to my eyes is liijht so dear, 
 Nor friendship half so sweet. 
 
 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, 
 
 And shed its fragrance there ; 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 5 I'll speak the honors of thy name, 
 
 With my last laboring breath ; 
 And dying clasp thee in my arms, 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 HYMN LXII. p. M. 
 
 Jiuried 'with Christ in Baptism, Rom. vi. 4. 
 
 1 TESUS, mighty king in Sion ! 
 J Thou alone our guide shalt be ; 
 Thy commission we rely on, 
 
 We would follow none but thee : 
 
 ^ As an emblem of thy passion, 
 
 And thy vict'ry o'er the grave; 
 We who know thy great saivaiion 
 Arc baptiz'd beneath tue wave. 
 
 >3 Fearless of the world's despising, 
 We the ancient path pursue ; 
 Buried with our Lord, and rising 
 To a life divinely new. 
 
HYMN LXUL o. w. 
 
 Christ* s kingdom and priesthood, 
 
 L TESUS, our Lord, ascend thy throne^. 
 J Arid near thy Father sit ; 
 In Zioii shall thy pow*r be known, 
 A: id make thy foes submit. 
 
 2 What wonders shall tny gospel dol 
 Thy converts shall surpass 
 The numerous drops of morning dew^ 
 And own thy sovereign grace. 
 
 ^ God hath pronouncM a firm decree^ 
 Nor changes what he swore ; 
 ^ Eternal snaii thy priesthood be, 
 " When Aaron's js no more ; 
 
 4 " Melchisedeck, that \yond*rous priest, 
 " That king of high degree, 
 *< That holy mai), who Abr'am bleat, 
 " Was but a type of thee." 
 
 -5 Jesus, our Priest, for ever live^, 
 To piead for us above ; 
 Jesus, our King, for ever gives 
 Tne blessings of his love. 
 
 fi God shall exalt his glorious head, 
 And his high throne maintain, 
 Shall strike the powers and princes dead, 
 Who dare oppose his reign. 
 
 HYMN LXIV. L.M, 
 
 The Restoration, 
 
 1 TESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
 *l Doth his successive journey run j 
 
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 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore. 
 Till uiOJiis shall wax, and wane no more, 
 
 2 Behold the islands and their kings, 
 And Europe her best tribute brings : 
 Froni north to south the princes meet. 
 To pay their homage at his feet. 
 
 3 There Persia glorious to behold, 
 There India shines in eastern gold, 
 And barbarous nations, at his word, 
 Submit and bow, and own the Lord. 
 
 4 For him shall endless pray*r be made, 
 And princes throng to crown his head; 
 His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 B People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song j 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 The early blessings on his name. 
 
 6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns 
 The pris'ner leaps to loose his chains 
 The weary find eternal rest ; 
 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 7 Where he displays his healing pow*r, 
 Death and the curse are known no more^ 
 In him the tribes of Adam boast 
 
 More blessings than their lather lost. 
 
 8 I^et every creature rise and bring 
 Peculiar honours to our King ; 
 Angels descend with songs attain, 
 And earth repeat a loud Amqn. 
 
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 HYMN LXV. c. M. 
 
 1 TESUS, the all sustaining Word, 
 J My fallen spirit's hope, 
 
 After thy lovely likeness, Lord, 
 O when shall I wake up ? 
 
 2 Thou, O my God, thou only art 
 
 The life, the truth, the way; 
 Quicken my soul, instruct my heart, 
 My sinking footsteps stay. 
 
 T5 Of all thou hast in earth below, 
 In heav'n above to give. 
 Give me thine only self to know^ 
 In thee to walk and live. 
 
 4 Fill me with all the life of love, 
 
 In mystic union join 
 Me to thyself, and let me prove 
 The fellowship divine. 
 
 5 Open the intercourse between 
 
 My longing soul and thee, 
 [Never to be broke off again 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 HYMN LXVI. L.M 
 
 1 TESUS, thou everlasting King, 
 
 J Accept the tribute which we bring, 
 Accept thy well deservM renown. 
 And wear our piaises as thy crown. 
 
 2 Let ev'ry act ot worship be 
 Like our espousals, Lord, to thee : 
 Like the blest hour, when from abovcj 
 We first received the pledge of Iqvc. 
 
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 3 The gladness of that happy day, 
 O may it ever, ever stay ! 
 
 Nor let our faith forsake its hold, 
 Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold 1 
 
 4 Each tollowing minute as it flies 
 Increase thy praise, improve our joys> 
 Till 's^e are rais'd to sing thy name, 
 At the gi'eat supper of the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN LXVlI. L. M. 
 
 The kingdoms of the world become the kingdoms 
 of the Lord; or, The day of Judgment. Rev. 
 xi. 15. 
 
 1 T ET the seventh angel sound on high, 
 ^ Let shouts be heard through all the sky 
 Kings of the earth, with glad accord, 
 
 Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. 
 
 2 Almighty God, thy pow'r assume, 
 W ho wast, and art, and art to come : 
 Jesus, the Lamb, who once was slain-, 
 For ever live, for ever reign I 
 
 3 The angry nations fret and roar, 
 That they can slay the saifits no more ; 
 On wings of vengeance flies our Gody 
 To pay the long arrears of blood, 
 
 •^ Now must the rising dead appear; 
 Now the decisive sentence hear ; 
 Now the dear martyrs of the Lord 
 Receive an infinite reward. 
 
 HYMN LXVIII. o 1^. 
 
 i T ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness spealt* 
 ^ Thou 60 v' reign Lord of all : 
 
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 Thy streng;th'ning hands uphold the weak, 
 And raise the poor that fall. 
 
 3 When sorrow bows the spirit down, 
 Or virtue lies distrtss'd 
 Beneath some proud oppressor's frown^ 
 Thou giv*st the mourner rest. 
 
 3 Thou know'st the pain thy servants feel; 
 
 Thou hear'st thy children cry ; 
 And, their best wishes to fulfill, 
 Thy grace is ever nigh. 
 
 4 Thy mercy never shall remove 
 
 From men of heart sincere ; 
 Thou sav'st the souls, whose humble love 
 Is join'd with holy fear. 
 
 5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, 
 
 And spread thy fame abroad. 
 Let all the sons of Adam raise 
 The honours of their God. 
 
 HYMN LXIX. L. M. 
 
 Xj/f, the day of grace and ho fie. Eccl. ix. 4, 5j 6,-' 
 
 1 T IFE is the time to serve the Lord, 
 
 The time t' insure the great reward; 
 And while the lamp holds out to burn. 
 The vilest sinner may return. 
 
 2 [Life is the hour that God has giv'n 
 To *scape from hell and fly to heav*n ; 
 The day of grace, and mortals may 
 Secure thft blessings of the day.] 
 
 3 The living know that they must die. 
 But all the dead forgotten lie ; 
 
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 Their tnem*ry and their sense is gone, 
 Alike unknowing and unknown. 
 
 4 [Their hatred and their love is lost, 
 Their envy buried in the dust ; 
 They have no share in all that's done 
 Beneath the circuit of the sun.] 
 
 5 Then What' my thoughts desipjn to do, 
 My hands with all your might pursue. 
 Since no device, nor work is found, 
 Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the grourtcl. 
 
 6 There are no acts of pardon past 
 
 In the cold grave to which Ave haste ; 
 But darkness, death, and long despair, 
 Reign in eternal silence there. 
 
 HYMN LXX. s. M. 
 
 The Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ. 
 Isa. liii. 6 — 12. 
 
 1 T IKE sheep we went astray, 
 
 And broke the fold of God ; 
 Each wand*ring in a difif'rent way ; 
 But all the downward road. 
 
 2 How dreadful was the hour 
 
 When God our wand'rings laid, 
 And did at once his vengeance pour 
 Upon the Shepherd's head ! 
 
 3 How glorious was the grate 
 
 When Christ sustainM the sU'okel 
 His life and blood the Shepherd pays 
 A ransom for the flock. 
 
 4 His honour and his breath 
 
 Were taken quite awav ; 
 
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 Join'd with the wicked in his death, 
 And made as vile as they, 
 
 5 But God shall raise his head 
 
 O'er all the sons of men, 
 And make him see a num'roiis seed, 
 To recompence his pain. 
 
 6 « I'll give him," saith the Lord, 
 
 " A portion with the strong : 
 " He snail possess a large reward, 
 '* And hold his honours long." 
 
 HYMN LXXI. L. M. 
 
 Divine Injluences comjiared to Rain, Ps. Ixxii. 6» 
 
 1 T IKE showers on meadows newly mown, 
 
 Jesus shall shed his blessings down, 
 Crown'd with whose life-infusing drops, 
 Earth shall renew her blissful crops. 
 
 2 Lands that beneath a burning sky, 
 Have long been desolate and dry, 
 Th' effusions of his iove shall share, 
 And sudden greens and herbage wear. 
 
 3 The dews and rains in all their store, 
 Drenching the pastures o*er and o'er, 
 Are not. so copious as that grace 
 Which sanctifies and saves our race. 
 
 4 As in soft silence vernal showers, 
 Descend and cheer the faintnig flowers, 
 So in the secrecy of love, 
 
 Fails the sweet influence from above. 
 
 5 That^ heavenly influence let me find 
 In holy silence of the mind, 
 
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 While evety grace maintains its bloom, 
 Diffusing wide its rich perfume. 
 
 6 Nor let these blessings be confinM 
 To me, but pour'd on ail mankind, 
 'Till earth's wild waste in verdure rise, 
 And a youg Eden bless our eyes. 
 
 HYMN LXXII. c. M. 
 
 1 T ONG as 1 live, Til bless thy name, 
 
 God of eternal love 1 
 My work, and joy shall be the same. 
 In the bright world above. 
 
 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown^ 
 
 And let nis praise be great : 
 I'll sing the honours of thy tnrone, 
 Thy works of grace repeat. 
 
 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ; 
 
 Aixl, while my lips rejoice, 
 The men tnat hear my sacred song 
 Shall jom their cheerful voice. 
 
 ^ Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, 
 
 And ciiildren iearn thy ways ; 
 
 Ages to come thy truth proclaim, 
 
 And nations sound thy praise. 
 
 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 
 
 Siiail throu gn tlie world be known : 
 Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state, 
 With public splendour snown. 
 
 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands. 
 
 Thy saints are rui'd by love ; 
 
 And thhie eternal kingdom stands, 
 
 Tho' rocks and hills remove. 
 
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 HYMN LXXIII. o. M. 
 
 Uiifrtdtfubiessy Ignorance.^ and Unsanctided 
 Affections, 
 
 1 T ONG have I sat beneath the sound 
 
 Of thy salvation, Lord ; 
 But still how weak, my faith is found, 
 And knowledge of thy word I 
 
 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place, 
 
 And hear almost in vain ; 
 How small a portion of thy grace 
 My memory can retain 1 
 
 3 [My dear Almighty, and my God, 
 
 How little art thou known, 
 By ail the juflgments of thy rod, 
 And blessings of thy throne !] 
 
 1 [How cold and feeble is my love ! 
 How negligent my fear ! 
 How low my hope of joys above ! 
 How few affections there !j 
 
 n Great God ! thy sovereign povv'r impart 
 To give thy word success ; 
 Write thy salvation in my heart, 
 And make me iearn thy grace. 
 
 6 [Shew my forgetful feet the way 
 That leads to joys on high ; 
 There knowledge grows without decay, 
 And love shall never die.] 
 
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 IIYMN LXXIV. L. M. 
 
 Ezekieh vision of the dry Bonen^ Ezek, xxxvii. 3, 
 
 1 T OOK down, () Lord, with pitying eye ; 
 
 See Adams's race in ruin lie ; 
 Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, 
 And scatters slauj^hter'd heaps around. 
 
 2 And can these mouldering cori>sc3 live ? 
 And can these perish'd bones revive I 
 That, mighty God, to thee is known ; 
 That wondrous work is aii thy own. 
 
 ^ Thy ministers are sent in vain 
 To prophesy upon the slain ; 
 , In vain they call, in vain they cry, 
 Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 
 
 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, 
 
 Life sprcacis thro' all the realms of death : 
 Dry bones obey thy powerful voice ; 
 They move, they waken, they rejoice : 
 
 r» So when thy trumpet's awful sound 
 
 Shall shake the heavens and rencl the ground, 
 Dead sahUs shall from their tombs ari^e, 
 And spring to life beyond the skies. 
 
 HVMN LXX V . s. M. 
 
 On Public VVorshiJu 
 
 ± T ORD, at thy sacred feet 
 Joyful would wp appear J 
 Within thy earthly temple meQ^t, 
 To see thy glory here. 
 
 3 We come to worship thee, 
 
 For thou art God alone ^ 
 
In humble prayer to bend the kneej 
 Before thy holy throne. 
 
 3 Thy "^ ord is our delight, 
 
 Thy truth will make us free ; 
 'Ti&from thyselt a heavenly light, 
 It leads our souls to thee. 
 
 4 Thy goodness we behold, 
 
 Wnile in thy presence, Lord ; 
 Thy wond'rous truth and iove unfold, 
 The treasures of thy word. 
 
 5 In all our meetings here, 
 
 Our souls are biess'd with good ; 
 Thou wilt to waiting minds be near, 
 And give thy children food I 
 
 a So will we render praise 
 
 To thee, the God vf love ; 
 With pleasure walk in all thy ways/ 
 Till we shall meet above. 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. CM. 
 
 2^4? song of Simeon ; or. Death made desirablt, 
 Luke ii. 27, &c. 
 
 i. T ^ >RD, at thy temple we appear, 
 As happy Simeon came, 
 And hope to meet our Saviour here j 
 O make our joys the same ! 
 
 3 With what divine and vast delight 
 The good old man was fiil'd, 
 When fondly in his wither'd arms. 
 He clasp'd the holy child ! 
 
 3 " NoV 1 can leave tiiis. wo,rld,** he cried? 
 ^* BeljolU th^ servant dies y 
 
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 " I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, 
 " \.ni.\ close my peaceful eyes. 
 
 4 <* This is the liirht preparM to shine 
 
 ^' Upon the Gentile lands; 
 " Tnine Isr'el's glory, and their hope, 
 *' To ui t:ak tiieir slavi;.h bands.'* 
 
 5 [Jesus ! the vision of thy face 
 
 Hath overpow'ring cliarnis ! 
 Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, 
 If Christ be in my arms. 
 
 6 Then, while y£ hear my heart-strings break 
 
 How sweet my minutes roil! 
 A mortal paleness on my check, 
 And glory in my soul.J 
 
 HYMN LXXYII. p m. 
 
 J iviU not let thee go except thou blesn me* 
 Gen. xxxii. 26. 
 
 J T ORD, I cani:ot let thee go, 
 1 lii a blessing thou bestow ; 
 Do ijot turn away thy lace, 
 Aime's an urgent pressing case. 
 
 2 Dost tiiou ask me ^\ ho 1 am ? 
 
 Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name 1 
 Y.t the question gives a pica, 
 To support niy suit with thee. 
 
 •3 Thou didst once a wretch behold, 
 In rebellion blii.diy bold, 
 Scorn thy grace, thy power defy, 
 That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 
 
 4 Once a sinner near despair 
 
 Sought thy meixy-seat by prayer; 
 
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 Mercy heard and set him free, 
 Lord, that mercy came to me, 
 
 d Many days have pass'd since then, 
 Many changes I have seen ; 
 Yet have been upheld 'tiil now, 
 AVho could hold me up but thou ? 
 
 6 Thou hast helped in every need, 
 This emboldens me to plead ; 
 After so much mercy past, 
 Canst ihou let me sink at last ? 
 
 7 No — I must maintain my hold, 
 'Tis tny goodness makes me bold; 
 I can no denial take. 
 
 When I plead for Jesus* sake. 
 
 HYMS LXXVIII. L. M. 
 
 The Church is the garden of God^ 
 
 1 T ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand 
 
 in gardens planted by thine hand; 
 Let me within tiiy courts be seen, 
 I^ike a young cedar fresh and green. 
 
 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, 
 Blest with tnine influence from above ; 
 Not Lebanon, witn ail 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. 
 
 ft 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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 HYMN LXXIX L.M. 
 The Gosjitl Jubilte^ Psalm Ixxxix. 15. 
 
 1 T OUD let the tuneful trumpet sound, 
 
 AiiCi spread the joyful tidings round ; 
 Let cv'ry soul with transport hear, 
 And hail Uie Lord's accepted year. 
 
 2 Ye debtors, M horn he gives to know, 
 
 1 hat you ten thousand talents owe, 
 When hunibie at his feet you fall, 
 Your gracious God lorgives them all. 
 
 5 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain 
 Of sill and heh's tyrannic reigii, 
 
 To liberty asseit your claim, 
 
 Ajjci urge the great Redeemer's name. 
 
 4 The rich, inheritance of heaven. 
 Your joy, your hope js freely given; 
 Tair S<iieii> your arrival waits, 
 ^V itn golden streets and pi. arly gates. 
 
 3 Her biess'd inhabitants no more 
 Boi.ciaji,e anci poverty oepiore ; 
 
 K' debt, but love mimeiibeiy great, 
 Their joyb btili lists with the debt. 
 
 6 O happy souls that know the sound, 
 Ceiestiui light tiicir steps surround, 
 And sDew tnc jubilee begun, 
 Which tiiro' eternal years shall run. 
 
 HYMN LXXX. L M. 
 
 The grace of God, sovereign^ universal and free* 
 
 1 JM A(^.NIFICEN T tree grace, arise, 
 
 Outshine the thoughts of shallow men; 
 
Sov'reigni preventing ail surprize, 
 To him that neither will'd nor ran. 
 
 3 Grand as the bosom whence thou flowed. 
 Kind as the heart that gave thee vent ; 
 Rich as the gift that God bestovv'd, ' 
 And lovely like the Christ he sent. 
 
 3 Sin reign'd to death ; but over sin 
 
 And death, with more impartial sway, 
 Grace spreads her more extensive reign, 
 And does eternal life convey. 
 
 4 Por us Salvation wide displays, 
 
 Her ample all-refreshing wing ; 
 Safe in the shade free grace we praise. 
 And all its peerless glories sing. 
 
 HYMN LXXXL L. M* 
 
 At foot nvasJiing* 
 
 1 Vf AKE up thy jewels Lord, and shew, 
 
 The glorious spotless church below. 
 The fellowship of saints make known. 
 And oh my God, might I be one. 
 
 2 O might my lot be cast with these, 
 The least of Jesus' witnesses. 
 
 O that my Lord would count me meet; 
 To wash his dear disciples feet. 
 
 3 To wait upon his saints below, 
 On gospel errands for them go, 
 
 . Enjoy the grace to angels giv'n, 
 And serve the royal heirs of heav'n» 
 
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 HYi\rV LXXXII. P.M. 
 
 1 VJ ARK the soft-fallinp: snow, 
 And the descendint^ rain : 
 To heav'n, from whence it fell. 
 It turns not back again ; 
 But waters earth 
 f^ Through ev*ry pore, 
 
 And calls forth all 
 Her secret store. 
 
 S? Array'd in beauteous green, 
 The hills and vallies shine; 
 And man and beast are fed 
 By providence divine. 
 The harvest bows 
 Its golden ears, 
 The copious seed 
 Of future years. 
 
 3 <* So," saith the God of grace, 
 *' My gospel shall descend, 
 <* Almighty to effect 
 
 ** The purpose T intend. 
 *' Millions of souls 
 « Shall feel its pow*r, 
 " And bear it down 
 " To millions more." 
 
 HYIMX LXXXIII. L. M. 
 
 Tkf Example of Christ, 
 
 1 A4^ ^^^^' Redeemer, and my Lord; 
 1 read my duly in tliy word, 
 But in thy life the law appears 
 Drawn out in living characters* 
 
i Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
 Such def'reiice to thy Father*s will, 
 Such love, and meekness so divine, 
 I would transcribe, and make them mine, 
 
 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
 Witness'd the fervour of thy pray'r ; 
 The desert thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too. 
 
 * Be thou my pattern ; make me bear 
 More of thy gracious image here : 
 Tlien God the Judge shall own my name 
 Among'st the foU'wers of the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. l. m. 
 
 A Song for Morning or Evening. Lam. iii. 23 
 Isa. xlv. 7. 
 
 1 TLf Y God, how endless is thy love ! 
 
 Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new ; 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Gently distil like early dew. 
 
 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the nightj 
 
 Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
 And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 
 
 3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command, 
 
 To thee I consecrate my days ; 
 Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise. 
 
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 HYMN LXXXV. l. m. 
 
 Praise for protection^ grace and truth, 
 
 i VI v!'Od, in whom are all the springs 
 
 ;;f boup.dless l<^ve and grace unkn'n\Tij 
 Hide m.* beneath t)jy spreadiiig « uigs, 
 Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
 
 2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry, 
 
 The Lord will my desires perform ; 
 He sends bis biigel Irom iLe sky, 
 
 Ai)d saves me from the threat'n.ng storm. 
 
 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 A' ove the heav'ns, where angels dwell ; 
 Thy pow'r on earth be kno^^n ab.oad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
 4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise 
 
 Immortal honovn s to thy name ; 
 Awi^V.fc j^iv tongue, to soupid his ptviise, 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 
 5 High o'ertl.e earth his rtiercy reigns, 
 
 Ar.d reaches to the utmost sky ; 
 His tfuth to endless years ren ains. 
 When lower worlds dissolvv and die. 
 
 6 Be tbcu exalted, O my God, 
 
 Ai.i. ,e ti v: 'v-av'iis, wheie angels dwell; 
 Thy pow'i' oo t arth be ivnown .broad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
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 HYMN LXXXVI. cm. 
 
 Divine Drawing elchrated : or, Gratitude the 
 Sfiring of true Religion^ Rosea xi. 4. 
 
 i \4^ God^ what silken cords are thine ! 
 How soft- and yet how strons^ ! 
 "While power, and t'uth, and love combine 
 To dr.;.w out souls along. 
 
 2 Thou saw'st us crushM beneath the yoke 
 
 i)f satan and of sin : 
 Thy hand the iron bondage broke, 
 Our worthless hearts to wix-. 
 
 3 The guilt of twice ten th<»usand sins 
 
 One moment takes away; 
 Ana grace, when first the war begins, 
 Secures the c> owning day. 
 
 4 Comfort thro* all ihis vale of tears 
 
 In rich profusion flows, 
 Ani glory of unnumberM years 
 Kternity be'Stows. 
 
 5 Drawn by such cords we onward move, 
 
 'T'll round thy ihrone we 'Meet ; 
 And captives i;i the chains of love, 
 Embrace our Conqueror's teet. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVil. l m. 
 
 i lyf Y hop/, my Ul, my Saviour thou, 
 W) thee lo ! now my soui I bow : 
 I feei the liss thy wountls impart, 
 I find thee, Saviour, in my heart. 
 
 5 Be ci'Fii my strength, be thou my way. 
 Protect me through my life's short day ; 
 
In all my acts may wisdom guide, 
 And keep me, Saviour, near thy side, 
 
 3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me : 
 As I have need, my Saviour be : 
 And if I would from thee depart. 
 Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart. 
 
 4 In fierce temptations darkest hour, 
 Save me from sin and Satan's pow'r 
 Tear evVy idol from thy throne, 
 And reign, my Saviour — reign alone. 
 
 5 My suffering time shall soon be o'er. 
 Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; 
 My ransom'd soul shall soar away, 
 To sing thy praise in endless day. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIII. c. m. 
 
 Christ our strength a?id righteousness 
 
 1 \JY Saviour, my almighty Friend, 
 
 AVhen I begin thy praise, 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, 
 
 'i hy goodness I adore ! 
 And siixe 1 knew thy graces first, 
 1 speak thy glories more. 
 
 3 When 1 am fili'd with sore distress 
 
 Foi some surprising sm, 
 ril plead thy peifect righteousness, 
 And mention none but thine. 
 
 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The vict'ries of my King I 
 
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 My soul redeem'd from sin and hell, 
 .Shall hy silvation sing. 
 
 5 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim 
 
 My Saviour an.l my God ; 
 His death has brought my f-)es to shame, 
 And sav'd me by his oiood.] 
 
 6 Awakfe, awake, my tuneful pow*rs ; 
 
 Wnh j-hisj deliglitfui song 
 
 1*11 entertain the darkest hours, 
 
 Mor think the season long. 
 
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 lUf Y Shepherd will supply my need, 
 
 " hovah is his name; 
 In pastures fresh iie mak^s me feed, 
 Beside the living strea n. 
 
 2 He brings my wand'img spirit back 
 
 When I forsake iiis ways, 
 And leads mo, for his mercy's sake, 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 3 Wiien I walk through the shades of death, 
 
 Thy presence is my stay ; 
 One word of thy supporting breath 
 Drives all my fears away 
 
 ^ Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, 
 Doth still u)y table spread ; 
 My cup with blessings overflows, 
 . Thine oil anoints my head 
 
 5 The sure provisions of my ^iod 
 Attend me all my days , 
 Oh m. y vy house i>e mme abod?^ 
 And all my work be praise ! 
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 There would I find a settled rest, 
 
 (While others go and oome) 
 No more a strani^er, nor a guest, 
 But like a child at home. 
 
 HYMN XC. L. M. 
 
 At Table, 
 
 1 \T Y soul, survey thy happiness, 
 
 If thou art found a child of grace, 
 How richly is the gospel stor'd I 
 What joy the promises afford ! 
 
 3 All things are now the gift of God, 
 
 And purchas'd with our Saviour's blood ; 
 While the good Spirit shews us how. 
 To use and to enjoy them too. 
 
 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, 
 
 They help me Lord to sing thy praise ; 
 If bread of sorrow be my food, 
 
 Those sorrows work my real good. 
 
 4 Be piVrsent at our table Lord, 
 
 Be liere and every where ador*d : 
 
 Thy people bless, and grant that we, 
 
 May /east in paradise with thee. 
 
 \ HYiVlN X€I. L. M. 
 
 The -value o/* Christ and his Righteousness, 
 Phil. iii. r— 9. 
 
 \ TO'O more* my God, I boast no more 
 Of all the duties I have done ; 
 I quit the ht>pes I held before, 
 To trust the merits of thy Son. 
 
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 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, 
 
 What was my gain, I count my loss ; 
 My former pride I call my shame. 
 And nail my glory to his cross. 
 
 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem 
 
 All things but loss, for Jesus* sake ; 
 O may my soul be found in him, 
 And of his righteousness partake I 
 
 4 The best obedience of my hands 
 
 Dares not appear before thy throne 
 But faith can answer thy demands. 
 By pleading what my Lord has done- 
 
 HYMN XCII. CM. 
 
 God*s tender care of his Church, Is. lix. 13, 14, Sec, 
 
 i "MOW shall my inward joys arise, 
 And burst into a song ; 
 Almighty love inspires my heart. 
 And pleasure tunes my tongue. 
 
 2 God, on his thirsty Sion hill, 
 
 Some mercy drops has thrown. 
 And solemn oaths has bound his love 
 To shov/'r Salvation down. 
 
 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, 
 
 Suspicions and complaints ? 
 Is he a God, and shall his grace 
 Grow weary of his saints? 
 
 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget 
 
 The infant of her womb, 
 And 'uiongst a thousand tender thoughts 
 Her suckling have no room ? 
 
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 5 Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change, 
 
 And mothers monsters prove, 
 Sion still dwells upon the heart 
 Of everlasting love. 
 
 6 Deep c- the palms of both my hands 
 
 » have eng'av'd her namo ; 
 My hands snail raise her ruin*d vjrall, 
 And build her broken frame. 
 
 HYMN XCIII. L M. 
 
 He hath done all thinj^^ well, 
 
 1 ^OW shall our hearts with pleasure raise 
 
 To our dear Lord a son;^ of praise ; 
 We'll sing his love, his s^jorincss tell, 
 Our Saviour hath done all thi-.gs well. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes he view'd our case, 
 And came to save our ruin'd race ; 
 
 , He conquerM sin, and death, and hell; 
 Our Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 3 He undertook to bear our load, 
 And bring us back again to Gf)d ; 
 To fit us with himself to dwell ; 
 Christ Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 4 He will accomplish his design, 
 And all things in himself combine, 
 No more shall ever they rebel ; 
 0<)v Jesus will do all things well. 
 
 5 liis work how great! his plan how vast! 
 But when it all appears at last. 
 
 It vvill oui highest praise excel, 
 For Jesus will do all things welh 
 
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 6 When the creation is restor*tI, 
 And God shall be by all ador'd, 
 How loudly will the triumph swell; 
 Our Jesus hath done all things v/ell i 
 
 7 Sin, death, and hell, will Christ destroy, 
 -And fill the universe with joy ; 
 
 His love shall then each voice compel 
 To cry, " He hath done all things well." 
 
 8 All creatures then as one shall join, 
 To shout aloud his praise divine I 
 (As sacred prophecies foretel) 
 
 And say, " he hath done all things well." 
 
 HYMN XCIV. P. M. 
 
 i Q THOU God of my salvation, 
 My Redeemer from all sin, 
 Mov'd to this by great compassion^ 
 Yearning bowels from within : 
 
 I will praise thee : 
 Where shall I thy praise begin ? 
 
 2 W^hile the angels-choirs are crying,; 
 Glory to the great I am I 
 I with them would still be vying. 
 Glory, glory to the Lamb ! 
 
 O how precious: 
 Is the sound of Jesus' name I 
 
 .3 Now I see, wiih joy and wonder, 
 
 Whence the healing streams arose ; 
 Angels-minds are lost to ponder 
 JJying love's mysterious cause ; 
 
 Yet the blessing 
 Down to all, to me it flows. 
 
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 Though unseen, I love the Saviour, 
 He almighty grace iiatn showii ; 
 
 Pardo;i*d guilt and purchas'd favour I 
 This he makes lo mortals known ; 
 
 Give him glory, 
 Glory, glory is his own. 
 
 Ani""l-^ '^ow arc hov'ring round us, 
 Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, 
 
 WoiiCi'rhig at the love that crovvn'd us^ 
 Glad to join the iioly song: 
 
 Hilielujah, 
 Love aad praise to Christ belong, 
 
 HY\IN XCV. P M. 
 
 Q WHEN shall I see Jesus, 
 
 And dwell with him above, 
 To drink the flowing fountains 
 
 Of everlasting love. 
 When shall 1 be delivcr'd 
 
 From this vain world cff sin ? 
 And with my blessed Jesus 
 
 Drink endless pleasure in. 
 
 But now I am a soldier, 
 
 My captain's gone before, 
 He's given me my orders. 
 
 And tells me not to fear: 
 And if I hold out faithful, 
 
 A crown of life he*ll give ; 
 An all ins valiant soldiers 
 
 Eternal life shall have. 
 
 Through grace 1 am determin*d, 
 To conquer thou:j;h I die, 
 
 And then away to Jesuj, 
 
 On wings of love Til fly. 
 
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 Farewell to sin and sorrow— 
 
 I bid it all adieu. 
 And you my friends, be faithful, 
 
 And on your way pursue. 
 
 4 And if you meet with troubles, 
 
 And trials on the way, 
 Then cast your cares on Jesus, 
 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the heav'nly armour 
 
 Of faith, and hope, and love. 
 And when your race is ended. 
 
 You'll reign with him above. 
 
 5 O do not be discourag'd, 
 
 Fdr Jesus is your friend, 
 And if you lack for knowledge, .* 
 
 He'll not r use to lend. 
 Neither will he upbraid you, 
 
 Though often you request, 
 He'll give you grace to conquer, 
 
 And lake you up to rest. 
 
 HYMN XCVI. L. M. 
 
 The delight of public nvorshifi, 
 
 i r\Y all the pleasures that we know, 
 
 Thy service Lord exceeds the best 
 Though m thy earthly courts below, 
 What is it then among the blest ? 
 
 2 When we assemble in thy house, 
 
 To read thy word, to praise, and pray, 
 To hear thy gospel, pay our vows. 
 With what delight v/e spend the day ! 
 
 3 How short the hours of worship seem I 
 
 'What raptures do our spirits feel ! 
 
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 While we can speak and hear of him, 
 Who sufFer'd death to work our weal i 
 
 4 From morn till noon, from noon till eve, 
 
 The pleasing theme we could attend ; 
 Such satisfaction we receive 
 
 As strangers cannot comprehend, 
 
 5 All earthly joys with these compar'd, 
 
 Are less than nothing in our eyes ; 
 Pleasures of sense we disregard, 
 And those of sin we would despise. 
 
 HYMN XCVII. c. M. 
 
 Desiring the Jirat love. 
 
 1 QH» for a closer walk with God I 
 
 A calm and heav'nly frame I 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the I^amb I 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 
 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word ? 
 
 3 What peaceful hours I then enjcy'd \ 
 
 How sweet their mem'ry still I 
 But they have left an aching void. 
 The world can never fill, 
 
 4 Return, O holy dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest I 
 I hate the sins which made thee mourn, 
 And drove tliee from my breast. 
 
 o The dearest idol I have known, 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 
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 Help me to bear it from thy throne, 
 And worship only thee« 
 
 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 Calm and serene my fram.e ; 
 So pm-er light shall mark the road, 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
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 HYMN XCVIII. L. M. 
 
 r\H I give me Lord my sins to mourn — • 
 My sins ! which have thy body torn I 
 Give me, with broken heart, to see 
 Thy last tremendous agony. 
 
 3 O, could I gain the mountain's height, 
 And gaze upon that bleeding sight I 
 O that, with Salem's daughters, I 
 Could stand and see my Saviour die ! 
 
 3 rd smite my breast, and weep and mourn^ 
 And never from the cross return : 
 
 I'd weep o'er an expiring God, 
 
 And mix my tears with Jesus's blood. 
 
 4 l*d hang around his cross, and cry 
 
 " Lord save a soul condemn'd to die !" 
 O let a wretch come near thy throne, 
 <' To plead the merits of tiiy Son." 
 
 HYMN XCIX. c M. 
 
 Repentance at the Cross. 
 
 1 f^H, if my soul was form'd for woe, 
 How would I vent my sighs ! 
 Repentance should like rivers flow 
 From both my streaming eyes. 
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 2 *Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord 
 
 Hung on the cursed tree, 
 And groan'd away a dying life, 
 For thee, my soul, for thee. 
 
 3 O, how I hate those lusts of mine 
 
 That crucify'd my God ; 
 Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh 
 Fast to the fatal wood ' 
 
 •4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, 
 My heart hath so decreed ; 
 Nor will I spare the guilty things, 
 That made my Saviour bleed. 
 
 9 Whilst, with a melting broken heart. 
 My murder'd Lord I view, 
 1*11 raise revenge against my sins, 
 And slay the murderers too. 
 
 HY]\IN C. c. M. 
 
 The promised Land, 
 
 1 (^N Jordan's stormy banks I stand. 
 And cast a wishful eye. 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 3 O the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 That rises to my sight 1 
 Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
 3 There generous fruits that never fail, 
 On trees immortal grow : 
 There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales, 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 
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 4f All o*er those wide extended plains 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God the Sun for ever reigns, 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 6 No cliilling winds, or pois*nous breath 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore : 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death> 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 &■ When shall I reach that happy place, 
 And be for ever blest ? 
 When saall I see my Father's face, 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 
 7 Fill'd with delight, my rapturM soul 
 
 Can iiere no longer stay : 
 Tho* Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
 HY>IN CI. s. M, 
 
 Communion with God and Christ, 1 John i. 3. 
 
 1 /~\UR heavenly Father calls, 
 
 And Christ invites us near ; 
 With both our friendship snail be sweet. 
 And our communion dear. 
 
 2 God pities all our griefs ; 
 
 He pardons every day ; 
 Almighty to protect our souls, 
 And wise to guide our way. 
 
 3. How large his bounties arc ! 
 
 VVhai various stores of iicood 
 Ditfus'd from our Redeemer's hand, 
 And purchas'd with liis blood ? 
 
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 4 Jesus, our living head, 
 
 We bless thy faithful care ; 
 Our advocate before the throne, 
 And our forerunner there. 
 
 5 Here fix, my roving heart I 
 
 Here wail, my warmest love ! 
 'Till the communion be complete 
 In nobler scenes above, 
 
 HYMN CII. L. M. 
 
 Christ's Ascendon. 
 
 1 OUR I^rd is risen from the dead, 
 
 Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
 The pow'rs of hell are captive led, 
 Drag*d to the portals of the sky. 
 
 2 There his triumphant chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chaunt the solemn lay ; 
 Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, 
 Ye everlasting doors give way. 
 
 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 
 
 And wide unfold the radiant scene ; 
 He claims those mansions as his right, 
 Receive the King of glory in. 
 
 4 Who is the King of glory ? who ? 
 
 The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, 
 
 The world, sin, death and hell overthrew ; 
 
 And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 
 
 5 Lo, his triumphal chariot waits. 
 
 And angels chaunt the solemn lay, 
 Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ! 
 Ye everlasting doors give way. 
 
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 (J Who is the Kin^ of glory ? who ? 
 
 The Lor ot" ouindless pow'r possessed; 
 The Kaig oi saints and angels too, 
 God over all, for ever blest. 
 
 HY\iN cm. p. M. 
 
 Heaifenly Union, 
 
 1 O^-^R souls in love together knit. 
 
 Cemented, join'd in one, 
 One heart, one voice, one laith, one mind, 
 
 *Tis heaven on earth begun. 
 Our hearts did burn while Jesus spake, 
 
 And glow*d with sacred fire ; 
 He stoop'd and talk'd, and kindly bless'd, 
 
 And '^\\'<\ our large desire. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 A Saviour ! let creation sing, 
 
 A Saviour I let all heaven riiig, 
 
 He*s all with us, we feel him ours, 
 
 His fulness in our souls he pours ; 
 
 *Tis almost done, *tis almost o'er ; 
 
 We're following those who've gone before ; 
 
 We soon shall reach the blissful shore. 
 
 There we shall meet to part no more. 
 
 2 When thou thy jewels shall make up, 
 
 And set t.ie starry crown, 
 When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, 
 
 Proclaimed by thee thine own ; 
 'May we, a little band of love, 
 
 Be children, sav'd by grace ; 
 p'rom glory into glory chang'd. 
 
 Behold thee face to face, 
 
 A Saviour, &c. 
 
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 HYMN CIV' a. M. 
 
 Christ^s Commission, John lii. 16, IT. 
 
 1 TJ AISE your triumphant songs 
 
 To an immortal tune, 
 Let the whole earth resound the deeds, 
 Celestial grace hath done. 
 
 2 Sing how eternal love 
 
 Its chief Beloved chose. 
 And bid him raise our wretched race 
 From this abyss of woes. 
 
 8 His hand no thunder bears, 
 Nor terror clothes his brow, 
 No bolts to drive our guilty souls 
 To fiercer flames below. 
 
 't 'Twas meixy fiU'd the throne. 
 And wrath stood silent by. 
 When Christ was sent with pardons down 
 To rebels dpom'd to die. 
 
 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears. 
 
 Let hopeless sorrow cease ; 
 Bow to the sceptre of his love, 
 And take the ofler*d peace. 
 
 6 Lord, we obey thy call ; 
 
 We lay an humble claim 
 To the salvalion thou hast brought, 
 And love and praise thy name. 
 
 HYMN CV. c M. 
 
 The nativity of Christ, 
 
 1 " CHEPHERDS, rejoice! lift up your eyes, 
 « And send your iears av.ay ; 
 
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 *^ News from the regions of the skies I 
 " Salvation's born to clay. 
 
 2 << Jesus, the God whom angels fear, 
 
 " Conies down to dwell with you ; 
 " To-day he makes his entrance here, 
 " But not as monarchs do. 
 
 3 *' No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, 
 
 " ±Hov royal shining things: 
 " A. rnanger for his cradle stands, 
 <« And holds the King of kings. 
 
 4 " Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, 
 
 " And see his humble throne ; 
 " With tears of joy in all your eyes, 
 " Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.'* 
 
 Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around 
 The heav'nly arriiies throng ; 
 
 They tune their harps to lofty sound, 
 And thus conclude the song : 
 
 ;> << Glory to God, that reigns above ; 
 <' Let peace surround the earth : 
 f Mortals shall know their Maker's love 
 "At their Redeemer's birth." 
 
 7 Lord, and shall angels have their songs, 
 
 And men no tunes to raise ? 
 O may we lose these useless tongues 
 When they forget to praise ! 
 
 8 Glory to God, that reigns above, 
 . That pity'd us forlorn ; 
 
 We join to sing pur Maker's love, 
 For there's a Saviour born. 
 
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 HYMN CVI. P.M. 
 
 Alarin, 
 
 1 OTOP poor sinner, stop and think, 
 
 Before you farther go : 
 Will you sport upon the brink, 
 Of everlasting woe. 
 
 2 Say have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you his will oppose ; 
 Fear you not his iron rod, 
 
 With which he breaks his foes ? 
 
 3 Although your heart's as hard as steel, 
 
 Your forehead lin'd with brass ; 
 God at last will make you feel, 
 He will not let you pass. 
 
 4 Pale fac'd death will quickly come, 
 
 And drag you to the bar ; 
 There to hear your awful doom, 
 Will fill you with despair. 
 
 5 Xan you stand that dreadful day, 
 
 When judgment is proclaim'd ? 
 The earth and sea sliall melt away, 
 Like wax before the flame. 
 
 6 Sinners then in vain will cry, 
 
 Who nov/ despise his grace ; 
 Rocks and mountains on us fall. 
 And hide us from his face. 
 
 7 But in the Lord, there still is hope, 
 
 You may his mercy know : 
 Although his arm is lifted up, 
 l\c still forbears the blow. 
 
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 S It was for sinners Jesus died, 
 
 'Tis Christ that bids them come ; 
 None that comes shall be deny'd, 
 For still he cries there's room. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Once again I charge you stop, 
 For unless you warning take ; 
 
 E'er you are aware you'll drop, 
 Into the burning lake. 
 
 HYMN CVII. s. M. 
 
 Evening Hymn, 
 
 1 'T'HE day is past and gone, 
 
 The evening shades appear, 
 O may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws near, 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 
 Upon our beds to rest ; 
 So death will soon disrobe us all, 
 Of what we here possess. 
 
 3 Lord keep us safe this night, 
 
 Secure from all our fears ; 
 May angels guard us while we sleep. 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 4 And if we early rise, 
 
 And view th* unwearied sun, 
 May we set out to xv'm the prize, 
 And after glory run. 
 
 5 And when our days are past, 
 
 And we from time remove, 
 O may vve in thy bosom rest, 
 The bosom of thy love. 
 
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 HYMN CVm. L. M. 
 
 i T^H' eternal Sov*reign from on high 
 Cast on the sons of men his eye, 
 To see, if any understood, 
 And fear'd, and lov*d their Maker, God. 
 
 3 But all were s6 degen*rate grown, 
 None the true God had fully known ; 
 Both Jew and Gentile long had been 
 By lust enslav'd, and dead in sin. 
 
 S Both gone from wisdom's path astray, 
 Pursu'd the errors of their way, 
 With dismal superstition blind ; 
 And causeless terrors fiU'd their mind. 
 
 4 Who, gracious God ! to sinners* eyes 
 Could bid the wish'd salvation rise ? 
 Thy Son did light and truth display, 
 And turn their darkness into day. 
 
 5 No flesh shall boast of righteousness, 
 But guilty shall themselves confess ; 
 And, when they hear thy pard'ning voice, 
 In thy salvation shall rejoice. 
 
 HYMN CIX. s. M. 
 
 Meses afid Christ ; or, Sins against the Law and 
 the GosfieL John i. 17. Heb. iii. 
 X. 28, 29. 
 
 1 T^HE law by Moses came, 
 
 But peace, and truth, and love. 
 Were brought by Christ (a nobler name) 
 Descendmg from above. 
 
 3 Amidst the house of God 
 
 Their different works were done ; 
 
Moses a faithful servant stood, 
 But Christ a faithful Son. 
 
 3 Then to his new commands 
 
 Be strict obedience paid ; 
 O'er all his Father's house he stands 
 The sov'reign and the head. 
 
 4 The man that durst despise 
 
 The law that Moses brought, 
 Behold ! how terribly he dies 
 For his presumptuous fault. 
 
 5 But sorer vengeance falls 
 
 On that rebellious race, 
 Who hate to hear when Jesus calls, 
 And dare resist his grace. 
 
 HlfMN ex. c. M. 
 
 1 'T'HE Lord into his vineyard comes, 
 
 Our various fruit to see ; 
 His eye, more piercing than the light, 
 Examines ev'ry tree. 
 
 2 Tremble ye sinners, at his frown, 
 
 If barren still ye stand ; 
 And fear that keenly-wounding axe. 
 Which arms his awful hand. 
 
 3 Lord, we adore thy sparing love, 
 
 Thy long-expecting grace : 
 Else had we low in ruin fall'n, 
 And known no more our place. 
 
 4 Succeeding years thy patience waits ; 
 
 Nor let it wait in vain : 
 But form in us abundant fruit, 
 And still this fruit maintain. 
 
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 HYMN CXI. F. w. 
 
 The day of grace, 
 
 1 T^HE Lord into his t^arden came, 
 
 7'he spices yield a rich perfume, 
 The lillies grow and thrive: 
 Retreshing show*rs of grace divine 
 From Jesus flow to ev*ry vine, 
 And makes the dead revive. 
 
 2 O that this dry and barren ground 
 In springs of water may abound, 
 
 A fruitful soil become. 
 The desert blossom as the rose, 
 When Jesus conquers all his foes, 
 
 And makes his people one. 
 
 3 The glorious time is rolling on, 
 The gracious work is now begun ; 
 
 My soul a witness is, 
 I taste and see the pardon free, 
 For all mankind, as well as me, 
 
 Who comes to Christ may live. 
 
 4 The worst of sinners here may find 
 A Saviour pitiful and kind : 
 
 Who will them all receive. 
 None are too late who will repent ; 
 Out of one sinner legion's went, 
 
 The Lord did him relieve. 
 
 5 Come brethren, you that love the Lord, 
 And taste the sweetness of his word ; 
 
 In Jesu*s way go on, 
 Our troubles and our trials here, 
 Will only make us richer there, 
 
 When we ai'rive at home. 
 
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 6 I feel that heav'n is now begun, 
 It issues from the sparkling throne ; 
 
 From Jesu's throne on high 
 It conies like floods, we can't contain, 
 We drink, and drink, and drink again ; 
 
 And yet we still are dry. 
 
 V But when we come to reign above, 
 And all surround a throne of love, 
 
 We'll drink a full supply. 
 Jesus will lead his armies through, 
 
 To living fountains where they flow, 
 
 That never will run dry. 
 
 8 'Tis there we'll reign, and shout, and sing, 
 And make the upper regions ring ; 
 
 When all the saints get home. 
 Come on, come on ! my brethren dear, 
 Soon we shall meet together there : 
 
 For Jesus bids us come. 
 
 9 Amen ! amen! my soul replies, 
 I'm bound to meet you in the skies, 
 
 And claim my mansions sure. 
 Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, 
 To meet you in the heav'nly land, 
 
 Where we shall part no more. 
 
 HYMN CXII. p. M. 
 
 I nnHE Lord of earth and sky, 
 The God of ages praise ! 
 . 'Who reigns enthron'd on high, 
 Ancient of endless days, 
 Who lengthens out our trials here, 
 And spares us yet another year. 
 
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 2 Barren and wither'd trees, 
 
 We cumber'd long the ground, 
 No fruit of holiness 
 
 On our dead souls was found ; 
 Yet did he us in mercy spare, 
 Another, and another year. 
 
 3 When justice bar'd the sword, 
 
 To cut the fig-tree down, 
 The pity of our Lord 
 
 Cry*d — ^^ Let it still alone:" 
 The Father mild inclin*d his ear, 
 And spar'd us yet another year. 
 
 4 Jesus, thy speaking blood 
 
 From God obtain'd the grace. 
 Who therefore hath bestow'd 
 
 On us a longer space : 
 Thou didst in our behalf appear. 
 And lo ! we see another year. 
 
 5 Then dig about our root. 
 
 Break up our fallow ground. 
 And let our gracious fruit 
 
 To thy great praise abound ; 
 O let us all thy praise declare, 
 And fruit unto perfection bear. 
 
 HY]\IN CXIII. CM. 
 
 The Church is our delight and safety, 
 
 1 npHE Lord ot glory is my light, 
 
 And my salvation too ; 
 God is my strength ; nor will I fear 
 What all my foes can do. 
 
 2 One privilege my heart desires, 
 
 O grant me au abode 
 
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 Among the churches of ihy saints, 
 The temples of my God I 
 
 3 There shall I offer my requests, 
 
 And see thy beauty still ; 
 Shall hear thy messages of love, 
 And there enquire thy will. 
 
 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear j 
 
 There may his children hide ; 
 God has a strong pavillion, where 
 He makes my soul abide. 
 
 Now shall my head be lifted high 
 Above my foes around. 
 And songs of joy and victory 
 Within thy temple sound. 
 
 HYMN CXIV. L. M. 
 
 The Prodigal Son; or, the repenting Sinner ac- 
 cepted. Luke XV. 32. 
 
 1 'T'HE mighty God will not despise 
 
 The contrite heart for sacrifice ; 
 The deep fetch'd sia:h, the secret groan 
 Rises accepted to the throne. 
 
 2 He meets, with tokens of his grace. 
 The trembling lip, the blushing face ; 
 His bowels yearn, when sinners pray, 
 And mercy bears their sins away. 
 
 3 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm*d with 
 He, pitying, heals their broken frame ; [shame, 
 He hears their sad complaints, and spies 
 His image in their weeping eyes. 
 
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 ■h Thus, what a rapturous joy possest 
 The tender parents throbbing; breast, 
 To see his spendthrift son return, 
 And hear him his past foiiies mourn ! 
 
 IIYM^^ CXV s.M. 
 
 Public IVorshij'u 
 
 1 TT'HE praying spirit breathe, 
 
 The watching pow*r impart; 
 From all eiitanv^lements beneath. 
 Call off my peaceful heart. 
 
 2 My feeble mind sustain, 
 
 By worldly thoughts opprest; 
 Appear, and bid me turn again, 
 To my eternal rest. 
 
 S Swift to my rescue come. 
 
 Thine own this moment seize ; 
 Gather my wanc'/ring spirit home, 
 And keep in perfect peace. 
 
 4> Suffer 'd no more to rove, 
 
 O'er all the earth abroad ; 
 
 Arrest the pns'ner of thy love, 
 
 And shut me up in God. 
 
 HYMN CXVI^ c M. 
 
 Praiss for the Fountain opened, 
 
 i_ 'pMEiiE is a fountain fiilM with blood, 
 Drawn from iiiimunuei's veins ; 
 And siniiers piung'd beneath that Hood, 
 Lose ail tneir guilty stains. 
 
 3 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 
 
 That fountam in his day ; 
 
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 O may I there, tho* vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away ! 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 'Till all the ransom'd church of God 
 Be sav'd to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply. 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be 'till I die. 
 
 J But when this lisping, stammering tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave, 
 Then in a nobler, sweeter song 
 1*11 sing thy power to save. 
 
 HYMN CXVII. c. M. 
 
 A pros fleet of heaven makes death easy* 
 
 1 'pHERE is a land of pure delight, 
 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 Infinite day excludes the night. 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 2 There everlasting spring abides, 
 
 And never withering flow'rs : 
 
 Death like a narrow sea divides 
 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 3 [Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 
 Stand drest in living green ; 
 
 So to tiiC Jews old Canaan stood. 
 
 While Jordan roU'd between. 
 
 At But tim'rous mortals start and shrink. 
 To cross this narrow sea, 
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 And linger, sMv'ring on the brink, 
 And fear to launch away.] 
 
 5 O could we make our doubts remove 
 
 Tliose gloomy doubts that rise, 
 To see the Canaan that we love, 
 With uiibccloiided eyes. 
 
 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 Aiid view the landscape o'er. 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 Siiould fright us from the shore. 
 
 HYMN CXVlil. p. M. 
 
 Our God forever and ever, Psalm xlviii. lb. 
 
 1 'pHIS God is the God we adore, 
 
 Our faithful unchanj^eable friend ; 
 Whose love is as lai go aa his power, 
 
 And neither knows >)ieasurenor end : 
 'Tis Jesus the first and the last, 
 
 Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home j 
 We'll praise him for all that is past, 
 Aud trust him for all that's to come. 
 
 HYMN CXIX. p M. 
 
 1 T^MIS is the field; the world below. 
 
 In which the sower, came to sow, 
 Jesus the wj.eat, Satan the tares, 
 For so the word of truth declares : 
 And soon the reaping time will come, 
 And angels shout the harvest home. 
 
 2 Most awful truth * and is it so, 
 Muat all the world the harvest know j 
 Is every man the v/'icat or tare; 
 Then for the harrest Q prepare ; 
 
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 For soon the reaping time will come, 
 And ani^els shout the harvest liome. 
 
 S To love my sins, a saint to appear, 
 To grow with wheat, and be a tare ; 
 Will serve me wiiile on earth below, 
 Where tares and wheat together grow: 
 But soon ihe reaping time will come, 
 And angels shout the harvest home. 
 
 4 But all that truly righteous be, 
 T^iCir Father's kingdom soon shall see j 
 Shine like the sun forever there, 
 
 He tiiat hath ears, O let him hear: 
 And soon the reaping tim,e will come, 
 And aagels shout the harvest home. 
 
 HYMN CXX. c. M. 
 
 Christ the Burden of the Song, 
 
 1 npHOU dear Redeemer dying Lamb, 
 We love to hear of thee ; 
 No music's like thy charming name, 
 Nor naif so sv/eet can be. 
 
 5 O let us ever hear thy voice, 
 
 In mercy to us speak* 
 And in our Priest we will rejoice, 
 Thou great Melchisedeck 
 
 3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, 
 
 While in this world we stay, 
 We'll sing our Jesu*s lovely name, 
 • When all things else decay : 
 
 4 When we appear in yonder cloud, 
 
 With all thy favor'd tnrong. 
 Therj will we sing more sweet, move loud, 
 And Christ shall be our song. 
 
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 HYMN CXXI. L.M. 
 
 Seeking the fias* urea of Christ the Shefiherd, 
 Solomon Song, i. 7. 
 
 1 T^HOU whom my soul admires above 
 
 All earthly joy, and earthly love, 
 TcU me, dear Shepherd, let me know 
 Where dot . my sweetest pasture grow ? 
 
 2 Where is the shadow of that rock 
 That from the sun defends thy flock ? 
 Fain would I feed among thy sheep, 
 Among them rest, among them sleep. 
 
 3 Why should thy bride appear like one 
 That turns aside to paths unknown ? 
 My constant feet would never rove, 
 Would never seek another love.- 
 
 4 [1 he footsteps of thy flock I see ; 
 Thy sweeti St pastures here they be ; 
 A wond'rous feast thy love prepares, 
 Bought with thy wounds, and groans and tears. 
 
 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food. 
 And bids me drink his richest blood ; 
 Here to these hills my soul will come, 
 Till my beloved leads me home.J 
 
 HYMN CXXII. L. M. 
 
 Love to God a?ul our JVei^hbour^ Matt. xxii. 
 
 37—40. 
 
 i '"THUS saith the first, the great command 
 *' Let all thy inward pow'rs unite 
 « To love thy Maker and thy God, 
 ^/. With utmobl vigour and delight. 
 
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 2 " Then shall thy neighbour next in place 
 " .Snare thine aliectioiis and esteem j 
 
 »* And let thy kindiiess to thy sell" 
 
 <^< Measure and rule thy iove to him." 
 
 3 This IS the sense that Moses spoke, 
 This did the propuets preach and prove ; 
 For want of this tne law is broke, 
 
 And the whole law's fulfiii'd by love. 
 
 4 But, Oh, how base our passions are I 
 How cold our charity and zeal I 
 Lord, fill our souls with heav'niy lire, 
 Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. 
 
 HYiNIN CXXIII. c. M. 
 
 T/ie Pasaion and exaltation of Christ, 
 
 1 '■pHUS saith the Ruler of the skies, 
 
 '* Awake, my dreadful sword; 
 " Awake, my wrath, and smite the man, 
 « My fellow," saith the Lord. 
 
 2 Vengeance receiv'd the dread command, 
 
 And armed, down she flies ; 
 Jesus sub-.nits t' his Father's hand, 
 x\nd bows his head, and dies. 
 
 3 But, Oh ! the wisdom and the grace 
 
 Tnat join with vengeance now; 
 He dies to save our guilty race, 
 And yet he rises too. 
 
 4 A person so divine was he, 
 
 Wiio yielded to be slain, 
 That ae could give nis soul away, 
 And talie his life agam. 
 
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 5 Live, glorious Lord ! and reign on high i 
 Let ev's y i-aiion sing, 
 And angels sinind with endless joy 
 The Saviour and the King. 
 
 HYMN CXXIY. c. M. 
 
 A Sacramental Hymn. 
 
 1 "^PHUS we commemorate the day, 
 
 On which our dearest Lord was slain ; 
 Thus we our pious homage pay, 
 Till he appears on earth again. 
 
 ^ Come, great Redeemer, open wide 
 The curtains of the parting sky; 
 On a bright cloud in triumph ride, 
 And on the wund's swift pinions fly. 
 
 3 Come, King of kings, with thy bright trainj 
 Cherubs, and seraphs, heavenly hosts ; 
 Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign, 
 
 As far as earth extends her coasts. 
 
 4 Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood, 
 There plant tiiy banner, fix tliy throne \ 
 Subdue the rebels by thy word. 
 
 And claim the nations for thy own. 
 
 HYMN CXXV. L. M. 
 
 Children dying in their Infancy^ in the arms of 
 JesuSf Matt. xix. 14. 
 
 1 '1"'HY life 1 read, my dearest Lord, 
 Wit!, transport all divine ; 
 Thine image trace in every word, 
 Thy love in ever/ line. 
 
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 2 Methinks I see a thousand charms 
 
 Spread o'er thy lovely face, 
 While infants in thy tender arms 
 Receive the smiling grace. 
 
 3 " I take these lambs," said he, 
 
 " And lay them in my breast ; 
 " Protection they shall find in me, 
 " In me be ever blest. 
 
 4 « Death may the bands of life unloose, 
 
 " But can't dissolve my love : 
 ^' Millions of infant souls compose 
 " The family above. 
 
 5 " Their feeble frames my power shall raisC;, 
 
 *' And mould with heavenly skill : 
 ^ I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, 
 " And hands to do my will." 
 
 6 His words the happy parents hear, 
 
 And shout with joys divine. 
 Dear Saviour, all we have and are 
 Shall be for ever thine. 
 
 HYMN CXXVI. c. M. 
 
 1 ^TPIS good to wait upon the Lord, 
 
 When Christ himself draws neafj 
 And ev'ry heart with one accord 
 Ascends in solemn prayer. 
 
 2 While thus we feel the Saviour's love 
 
 In heav'nly show'rs descend. 
 Our souls commune with saints above 
 In bliss that knows no end. 
 
 3 We taste the precious streams of grace— 
 
 The fountain makes them sing : 
 
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 We travel through the wilderness — 
 They sit before the King. 
 
 We pray for grace to hold out well 
 
 The conflict but begun ; 
 They of their past engagements tell, 
 
 And sing the conquests won. 
 
 We fight the battles of the Lord, 
 And are sometimes cast down : 
 
 They weild no more the warrior's sword, 
 But wear the conqueror's crown. 
 
 HYIVIN CXXTII. s. M. 
 
 Preserving' Grace. Jude 24, 55. 
 
 'T'O God, the only wise, 
 
 Cur Saviour and our King, 
 Let all the saints below the skies 
 Their humble praises bring. 
 
 'Tis his Almighty love. 
 
 His counsel 'c.nd his care, 
 Preserves us safe from sin and death. 
 
 And ev'ry hurtful snare. 
 
 He will present our souls 
 Un])lemish*d and complete, 
 
 Before the glory of his face, 
 With joys divinely great. 
 
 Then all the chosen seed 
 
 S! all meet around his throne, 
 
 Shall bli-srs the conduci oi his grace, 
 And make his wonders known. 
 
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 5 To our Redeemer, Gocl, 
 
 Wisdom and pow'r beloiigjs, 
 Immortal crowns of majesty, 
 And everlasting songs. 
 
 HYMN CXXVIU. s. m. 
 
 Dejiendance, 
 
 1 T^O keep the lamp alive 
 
 ■^ With oil we fill the bowl ; 
 *Tis water makes the willow thrive? 
 And grace that feeds the soul. 
 
 2 The Lord's unsparing hand 
 
 Supplies the living stream ; 
 It is not at our own command, 
 But still deriv'd from him. 
 
 3 Beware of Peter's word 
 
 Nor confidently say, 
 " I never nvill deny thee, Lord," 
 But grant I never may, 
 
 4 Man's wisdom is to seek 
 
 His strength in God alone ; 
 And e'en an angel would be weakj 
 Who trusted in his own. 
 
 5 Retreat beneath his) wings, 
 
 And in his grace confide ; 
 This more exalts the King of kings 
 Than all your works beside. 
 
 6 In Jesus is our store, 
 
 Grace issues from his throne ; 
 Whoever says, " I want no more/' 
 Confesses he has none* 
 
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 IIY3IN CXXIX. p. M. 
 
 nnO the haven of thy breast, 
 
 O son of man, I fly, 
 Be my refut^e and my rest, 
 For O the storm is high ! 
 Save me from the furious blast, 
 
 ^ covert from the tempest be ; 
 Hide me, Jesus, till o*er past 
 The storm of sin I see. 
 
 Weicome as the ^vater-sprinrj 
 
 To a dry barren place ; 
 O descend on me and bring 
 
 The sweet refreshing grace ; 
 O'er a parched and weary land 
 
 /is a great rock extends ils shade i 
 Hide me. Saviour, with thine hand, 
 
 And screen my naked head. 
 
 In the time of my distress 
 
 Thou hast my succour been ; 
 In my utter helplessness 
 
 Restraining me from sin: 
 O how swiftly didst thou move 
 
 To save me in the trying hour I 
 Still protect me with ihy love, 
 
 And shield me with thy pow*r. 
 
 First and last in me perform 
 
 The work thou hast begun ; 
 Be my shelter from the slorni, 
 
 My bhiidow from the sun : 
 Let me hang upon my God, 
 
 \ u\ i thy perfect glory sec, 
 Till the sprinkling of thy blood 
 
 Shall take me up to thee. 
 
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 HYMN CXXX. s.M. 
 
 The Lord's Day ; or, Delight in Ordinances. 
 
 1 -^ELCOME, sweet day of rest, 
 I'hat saw the Lord arise ; 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And these rcjoicinj^ eyes I 
 
 3 The King himself comes near, 
 And feasts his saints tocky ; 
 Here we may sit, and see him liere, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 One day amidst the place, 
 
 Where my dear God hath been, 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
 Of pleasurable sm. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay 
 
 In such a frame as this. 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 HYMN CXXXI. p M. 
 
 I '\X7'H AT now is my object and aim ? 
 What now is my hope and desire : 
 To follow the heavenly l^amb. 
 And after his imap,e aspire : 
 My hope is all centred in thee : 
 
 I trust to recover thy love ; 
 On earth thy salvation to see. 
 And then to enjoy thee above. 
 
 n I thirst for a life-giving God ; 
 A God that on Calvary dyM ; 
 A fountcun of water and blood, 
 
 Wliich p;ush'd from Immanuers side 1 
 
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 I gasp for the stream of thy love, 
 The spirit of rapture unknown j 
 
 -And then to redrink it above, 
 Eternally fre^h from the throne. 
 
 HYMN CXXXII. c. M. 
 
 ji Hymn for a Faat-Day^ Gen, xviii. 23—^33. 
 
 1 "IXrHEN Abram, full of sacred a^ve, 
 
 Before Jehovah stood, 
 And with a humble fervent prayer, 
 For guilty Sodom sued ; 
 
 2 With what success, what wondrous grace, 
 
 Was his petition crownM ! 
 The Lord w^ould spare, if in the place 
 Ten righteous men were found, 
 
 3 And could a single, holy soul 
 
 So rich a boon obtain ? 
 Great God, and shall a nation cry, 
 And pkad with thee in vain ? 
 
 4 Columbia guilty as she is, 
 
 iricr numerous saints can boast, 
 And now their fervent prayers ascend 
 And can those prayers be lost? 
 
 5 Are not the righteous dear to thee, 
 
 Isow as in ancient times ? _ 
 
 Or does this sinful land exceed 
 Gomorrah in its crimes ? 
 
 6 Still are we thine, we bear thy name, 
 
 Here yet is thine abode ; 
 Long has thy presence bless'd our land, 
 Forsake us not, O God. 
 
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 HYMN CXXXIII. 0. M. 
 
 jifiostacy — Will ye also go away ? 
 
 i Xl^'HEN any turn from Zion's way, 
 (Alas 1 what numbers do l) 
 Methinks I hear ray Saviour say, 
 *« Wilt thou forsake me too ?** 
 
 2 Ah, Lord ! with such a heart as mine, 
 Unless thou hold rae fast ; 
 I feel I must, I shall decline, 
 And prove like them at last. 
 
 S Yet thou alone hast power, I know, 
 To save a wretch like me : 
 To whom, or whither, could I go, 
 If I should turn from thee ? 
 
 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd 
 
 Thou art the C/irist of God; 
 Who hast eternal life secur'd 
 By promise and by blood. 
 
 5 The help of men and angels join'd, 
 
 Gould never reach my case : 
 Nor can I hope relief to find, 
 But in thy boundless grace. 
 
 6 No voice but thine can give me rest, 
 
 And bid my fears depart ; 
 No love but tliine can make me bless'd, 
 And satisfy my heart. 
 
 y What anguish has that question stirr'd; 
 If I will also go ? 
 Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, 
 I hymbiy answer, No i 
 
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 HYMN CXXXIV4 c M. 
 
 The lost she efi found ; or, Joy in Heaven on the 
 Conversion of a Sinner^ Luke x v. 3, 4, 
 
 1 Tl^ iEN some kind shepherd from his fold, 
 
 Has lost a straying sheep, 
 Throujjh vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves, 
 And climbs the mountain's steep. 
 
 2 But O the joy ! the transport sweet ! 
 
 When he the wanderer finds ; 
 Up in his arms he takes his charge, 
 And to his shoulder binds. 
 
 3 Homeward he hastes to fell his joys, 
 
 And make his bliss complete : 
 The neighbours hear the news, and all 
 The joyful shepherd greet. 
 
 4 Yet how much greater is the joy 
 
 When but one sinner turns ; 
 When the poor wretch with broken hearty 
 His sins and errors mourns ! 
 
 3 Pleas*d with the news, the saints below, 
 In songs their tongues employ ; 
 Beyond the skies t!ie tidings go. 
 And heaven is fill'd with joy. 
 
 G Well-pleas'd the Father sees and hears 
 The eonscious sinner weep ; 
 Jesus receives him in his arms, 
 And owns him for his sheep. 
 
 7 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
 
 But kindle with new fire : 
 . " A wandering sheep's return'd," they sing, 
 
 And strike the sounding lyre, 
 
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 HYMN CXXXV. L. u. 
 
 The haf.'Jiincsii of being with Chris!. 
 
 1 TTir H ILE on the verge of life 1 stand, 
 And view the scene on either handj 
 My spirit struggles with my clay, 
 And longs to wing his flight uway. 
 
 .3 Where Jesus dwells my soul w^ould be ; 
 And faints my much lov'd Lord to see ; 
 Earth, twine no more about my heart j 
 l"or 'tis far better to depart. 
 
 3 Come, ye angelic convoys, come, 
 And lead the willing pilgrim home j 
 Ye know the way to Jesu's throne, 
 Source of my joys, and of your own, 
 
 4 That blissful interview, how^ sweet i 
 To fall transported at his feet ! 
 Rais'd in his arms to see his face 
 Through the full beamings of his grace, 
 
 As with a seraph's voice to sing ! 
 To fly as on a cherub's wings 1 
 Performing with unweary'd hands 
 The. present Saviour's high commands. 
 
 6 Yet with these prospects full in sight; 
 We'll wait thy signal for the flight \ 
 For while thy service we pursue, 
 We find a heav'n begun below, 
 
 HYMN CXXXVI. c. M. 
 
 Why iveeficHt thou ? John xx. 13. 
 
 1 TXTHY, O my soul, why weepest thou \ 
 
 Tell me from >v hence arise 
 
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 Those briny tears that often flow, 
 Those groans that pierce the skies ? 
 
 2 lb sin the cause of thy complaint, 
 
 Or the chastising rod ? 
 Dost thou an evil heart lament. 
 And mourn an absent God ? 
 
 S Lord, let me weep for nought but sin, 
 And after none but ^ee, 
 And then, I would, O that I might ! 
 A coiista:,i •• fcper be ! 
 
 HYMN CXXXVII. L. M. 
 
 Christ's p-rescnce makes death easy, 
 
 1 \X7*H Y should we start, and fear to die ! 
 
 What tim'rous worms we mortals are ! 
 Deatn is ths gate of endless joy. 
 And yet we dread to enter there. 
 
 3 The pains, the groans, and dying strife 
 
 Frigiit our approaching souls away ; 
 Still we shrink back again to life, 
 Fond of our prison and our clay. 
 
 S Oh I if my Lord would come and meet, 
 
 My soul should stretch her wings in haste; 
 Fly fearUss through death's iron gate, 
 Nor feel the terrors as she pass*d. 
 
 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
 
 Feel soft, as downy pillows are, 
 While on his breast 1 lean my head, 
 A-ud breathe my life out sweetly there. 
 
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 HYMN CXXXVIII. c. M. 
 
 Desertion and hofie ; or^ Complaint of absence 
 from public ivornhifi. 
 
 1 "VylTH earnest longings of the mind, 
 
 My God, to thee I look ; 
 So pants the hunted hart to find 
 And taste the cooling brook. 
 
 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, * 
 
 And meet my God again ? 
 So long an absence from thy face 
 My heart endures with pain. 
 
 S Temptations vex my weary soul, 
 And tears are my repast ; 
 The foe insults without controul, 
 « And Where's your God at last V\ 
 
 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now 
 
 I think on ancient days ; 
 Then to thy house did numbers go, 
 And all our work was praise. 
 
 5 But why, my soul, sunk dow» so far, 
 
 Beneath this heavy load ? 
 
 My spirit, why indulge despair, 
 
 And sin against my God ? 
 
 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand 
 
 Can all thy woes remove ; 
 For I shall yet before him stand, 
 And sing restoring love* 
 
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 HYMN CXXXIX. s. m. 
 
 Waiting for the Coming of his Lord ; or^ the a: 
 tive Christian, Luke xii. 35 — 5S, 
 
 1 Y^' s^^'vanlsof the Lord, 
 Each in his office wait, 
 Observant of his heavenly word, 
 And watchful at his gate. 
 
 ^ Let all your lamps be bright, 
 And trim the golden flame; 
 Gird up your loins, as in his sight, 
 For awful is his name. 
 
 S Watch, 'tis your Lord's command ; 
 And while we speak, he*s near; 
 Mark the first signal of his hand, 
 And ready all appear. 
 
 4 O happy servant he 
 
 In such a posture found ! 
 He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
 And be with honour crown'd. 
 
 5 Christ shall the banquet spread 
 
 With his own bounteous hand, 
 And raise that favorite servant's head 
 Amidst th' angelic band. 
 
 THE END. 
 
A TABLE 
 
 TO FIND ANY HYMN BY THE 
 FIRST LINE. 
 
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 ALL hail the pow*r of Jesu's name ! 3 
 
 Almighty maker God ! - - 4 
 
 And is the gospel peace and love ? - - .^ 
 
 And let this feeble body fail . - 6 
 
 And must I be to judgment brought - 7 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise, - - ib. 
 
 As birds their infant brood protect - - 8 
 
 Ascend thy throne, almighty King, - U 
 
 Awake, Jerusalem, awake - - - ib. 
 
 Awake my zeal, awake my love, - 10 
 
 Awake our souls (away our fears, - - 1 1 
 
 Away from ev'ry mortal care, - liiJ 
 
 BE witli me, Lord, where'er I go - - ib. 
 [Begin, my tongue, some heav'nly theme, 13 
 
 lieiiold the Saviour of mankind - • 14 
 
 Blessed are the sons of God, *• - ib. 
 
 Lless, O my soul, the living God ; - - IG 
 
 Burst ye em'rald gates and bring - ib. 
 
 By faith I live, by faith I see, - - 17 
 
 CHiilST and his cross is all our theme : 1 8 
 
 Come, let us use the grace divine - 19 
 
 Come, my sou!, thy suit prepare, - 20 
 
 Come, Saviour Jesus, from above I - - 2i 
 
 Come, sound his praise abroad, *• 23 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 DPagc. 
 ISMISS us from the house of pray'r, 22 
 
 -HEARTH has engrossM my love too long; 23 
 
 FAITH is the brightest evidence 
 Far as thy name is known 
 Far from my thoughts vain world begone, 
 Father, is not thy promise pledg'd 
 Father of mercies, in thy word 
 From all that's mortal, all that's vain, - 
 
 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 
 Great God, indulge my humble claim' 
 
 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
 Happy the heart where graces reign - 
 Happy is he, whose early years 
 Hark 1 my soul, it is the Lord ; 
 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy - 
 Hasten O Lord the latter day. 
 Heal us, Immaiiuel, here we are. 
 Honor and happiness unite 
 How can I sink with such a prop 
 How did my heart rejoice to hear 
 How threat, how solemn is the work - 
 How lost was my condition 
 How sweet and awful is the place 
 
 I HATE the tempter and his charms, 
 I know that my Redeemer lives, - 
 I'll praise my Maker while Tve breath, 
 I send the joys of earth away 
 In boundless mercy, gracious Lord appear. 
 In evil long I took delight - - - 
 
 I waited patient for the Lord, 
 
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 Israel in ancient clays, - - 50 
 
 It is a very pleasant thin,^ - - 51 
 
 JERUSALEM, my happy home, - 52 
 
 Jesus ! and shall it ever be - - 54< 
 
 Jesus, grant us all a blessing, - 53 
 
 Jesus, I love thy charming name, - - ib. 
 
 Jesus, mighty king in Sion 1 - - Sft 
 
 Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne, - 57 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun - ib. 
 
 Jesus, the all sustaining Word - - 59 
 
 Jesus, thou everlasting King, - ib. 
 
 IET the seventh angel sound on high, 60 
 -^ Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, ib. 
 
 Life is the time to serve the Lord, - 61 
 
 Like sheep we went astray, - 62 
 
 Like showers on meadows newly mown, - 63 
 
 Long as I live, I'll bless thy name, - 64- 
 
 Long have I sat beneath the sound - 65 
 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye ; 66 
 
 Lord, at thy sacred feet - - - ib. 
 
 Lord, at thy temple we appear, - 67 
 
 Lord, I cannot let thee go, - - - 68 
 
 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand - 69 
 
 Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound - 70 
 
 MAGNIFICENT free grace, arise - ib. 
 Make up thy jewels Lord, and shew, 71 
 
 Mark the soft-falling snow, - - -72 
 
 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, - ib. 
 
 My God how endless is thy love ! - - 73 
 
 My God, in whom are all the springs 74 
 
 My Gody what silken cords are thine I - 75 
 
 My hope, my All, my Saviour thou, - ib, 
 
 IM7 Saviour, mv almighty Friend, - - 7^ 
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 My Shepherd will supply my need - 7T 
 
 My soul survey thy happiness, - - 78 
 
 NO more, my God, I boast no more - ib. 
 
 Now shall my inward joys arise, - - 70 
 
 Now shall our hearts with pleasure raise 80 
 
 O THOU God of my salvation, - - 81 
 
 O when shall I see Jesus, - - 83 
 
 Of all the pleasures that we know, - - 83 
 
 Oh, for a closer walk with God I - 8^ 
 
 Oh ! give me Lord my sins to mourn — - 85 
 
 Oh, if my soul was formed for woe, - ib. 
 
 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, - - 86 
 
 Our heavenly Father calls, - - 87 
 
 Our Lord is risen from the dead, - - 88 
 
 Our souls hi love together knit, - 89 
 
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 AISE your triumphant songs - - 90 
 
 " Q HEPMERDS, rejoice! lift up your eyes,ib. 
 O Stop poor sinner, stop and think, - 92 
 
 THE day is past and gone, - - - 93 
 Th* eternal Sovereign from on high - 94 
 
 The law by Moses came, - - - ib. 
 
 The Lord into his vineyard comes, - 95 
 
 The Lord into his garden came, - - 90 
 
 The Lord of earth and sky, - - 97 
 
 The Lord of glory is my light - - 98 
 
 The mighty God will not despise - 9'J 
 
 The praying spirit breathe, - - 100 
 
 There is a fountain fill'd with blood, - ib. 
 
 There is a land of pure delight, - - 101 
 
 This God IS tiie God we adore, - - 102 
 
 This is the iieldj the world below, - \Q2 
 
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 Thou dear Redeemer dying Lamb, - - 103 
 
 Thou whom my soul admires above - 104 
 
 Thus saith the first, the great command ib. 
 
 Thus saith the Ruler of the skies, - - 105 
 
 Thus we commemorate the day, - lOH 
 
 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, - - ib. 
 
 'Tis good to wait upon the Lord, - 107 
 
 To God, the only wise, - - - ^^^ 
 
 To keep the lamp alive - - 109 
 
 To the haven of thy breast, - - - A 10 
 
 'ELCOME, sweet day of rest, - ill 
 
 W aat now is my obj ect and aim ? - ib. 
 
 When Abram, full of sacred awe, - 112 
 
 W' en any turn from Zion*s way, - - Ho 
 When some kind shepherd from his fold, 114 
 
 Wiiile on the verge of life I stand, - 115 
 
 Why, O my soul why weepest thou ? - ib. 
 
 Wny should we start, and fear to die I - 1 1 « 
 
 Witli earnest longings of the mincl> - 117 
 
 X £ servants of the Lord, - - 118 
 
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