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HYMN. V.
For the same.

Clini; from the dead is raised, and
made
The First Fruits of the tomb;
For, as by man came death, by man
Did resurrection come.
2 For, as in Adam all mankind
Did guilt and death derive;
So, by the righteousness of Christ,
Šhall all be made alive.
3 If then ye risen are with Christ,
Seek only how to get
The things which are above, where
Christ
At God's right hand is set.
HYMN VI.
FOR WHITSUNDAY.

Co.; Holy Ghost! Creator, come,
Inspire the souls of thine;
Till every heart which thou hast made
Be fill'd with grace divine.
2 Thou art the Čomforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.
s Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God’s law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heavenly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thysacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.
5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
And give us peace within,
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
Escape the snares of sin.
6 Teach us the Father to confess,
And Son, from death revived,
And thee with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both derived.

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THE God of life, whose constant care With blessings crowns each opening year, , scanty span doth still prolong, d wakes anew mine annual song. How many precious souls are fled the vast regions of the dead, sce to this day the changing sun rough his last yearly period run! We yet survive; but who can say, - through this year, or month, or day, shall retain this vital breath, hus far, at least, in league with death * "Hat breath is thine, cternal God; ; thine to fix my soul's abode; holds its life from thee alone, earth, or in the world unknown. "o thee our spirits we resign, ke then, and own them still as thine; shall they live secure from fear, »ugh death should blast the rising year. Hay children, panting to be gone, y bid the tide of time roll on, land them on that happy shore,

ere years and death are known no:

Innore. so more fatigue, mo more distress, - sim, nor hell shall reach that place; ams to mingle with the songs, ounding from immortal tongues:

8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
9 O, long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God.

HYMN XIII. The Christian's Hope.

W HEN, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face; O how shall I appear ! 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought; 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In Majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul; O how shall I appear ! 4. But thou hast told the troubled mind, Who does her sins lament, f The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent. 5 Then see the sorrow of my heart, E'er yet it be too late; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give these sorrows weight. 6 For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thy only Son has died, To make her pardon sure. 7 Great God! with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look; But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, Shime brighter in thy book. 8 The stars, that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But thy good word informs my soul How I may soar to heaven. 9 The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy word. 10 Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfy'd, And here my hopes arise. 11 Lord, make me understand thy law, Show what my faults have been; And from thy Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. 12 lies: you I learn how Christ has ie To save my soul from hell; Not all the books on earth beside Such heavenly wonders tell.

13 Then let me lève my Bible more, And take a fresh delight,

By day to read these wonders o'er, And meditate by night.

HYMN XIV. On Gratitude to God.

W THEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I’m lost In wonder, love, and praise : 20 how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart! Iłut thou camstread it there. 3 Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. 4 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps Iran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man. * Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing smares of vice, More to be sear'd than they. 8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renew'd my face; And when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace. 3 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er; And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store. 10 -Tert housand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, • Thattastes those gifts with joy. 11. Through every, period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme remew. 12.When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, 6 Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. 13 ". all eternity to thee Ajoyful song I'll raise; Fooh: eternity's too short To utter aii täy praise.

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On the Glory of God in the Starwhat vens : . ‘. Translation o; the 19th Psalm of David. ' T. TH: spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal slo. " And spangled heavens, ashiming Their great original proclaim. " : ". 2 Th’umwearied sun, from daytoday, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land T : The work of an Almighty hand. ... * 3 Soon as the evening shades pretail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth; ... 4. Whilst all the stars that round:# burn, * And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to 5 What though in solemni silenee Move round the dark terrestrial balls, What though no real voice nor som Amidst their radiantorbs befound; 6 In reason's earthey all rejoice, . And utter sorth a glorious voice, ' '.

For eversinging as they shin “The hand that made us is #e:

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HYMN XVII. For the Mercies of Redemption.

LL-glorious God, what hymns of A praise Shall our transported voices raise! What ardent love and zeal are due, While heaven stands open to our view : 2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low! Just on the brink of endless woe ; When Jesus, from the realms above, Borne on the wings of boundless love, 3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night, ¥nd spread around his heavenly light! By him what wondrous grace is shown To souls impoverish'd and undone! | He shows, beyond these mortal shores, A bright inheritance as ours; , Where saints in light our coming wait, To share their holy, happy state s

HYMN XVIII. For Public Mercies and Deliverances.

ALVATION doth to God belong ;

S His power and grace shall be our song ; From him alone all mercies flow; His arm alone subdues the foe! : Then praise this God, who bows his ear

Propitious to his people's prayer;
And though deliverance he way stay,
(et answers still in his own day.
; O may this goodness lead our land,
still saved by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King;
| Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
\nd every peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
Still be it our supreme delight
'o walk as in thy glorious sight;
till in thy precepts and thy fear,
'ill life’s last hour, to persevere.

HYMN XIX.
On God’s Dominion over the Sea.

* OD of the seas; thine awful voice
Jos Bids all the rolling waves rejoice;
ind one soft word of thy command
|an sink them silent in the sand.
The smallest fish that swims the seas,
portful, to thee a tribute pays;
ind largest monsters of the deep,
it thy command, or rage or sleep.
Thus is thy glorious power adored
imong the watery nations, Lord!
''et men, who trace the dangerous
waves,
'orget the mighty God who saves'

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IIYMN xx. Which may be used at Sea or on Land. ORD ! for the just thou dost provide, Thou art their sure defence: Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should roam, And breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home, Yet thou, their God, art there. 3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil, Makes every country please ; Thou on the snowy hills dost smile, And smooth'st the rugged seas: 4 Winen waves on waves, to heaven uprear'd, Defy'd the pilot's art; When terror in each face appear'd, And sorrow in each heart; 5 To thee I raised my humble prayer. To snatch me from the grave? I found thine ear not slow to hear, Nor short thing arm to save! 6 Thou gav'st the word—the winds did cease, The storms obey'd thy will, The raging sea was hush'd in peace, And every wave was still ! 7 For this my life, in every state, A life of praise shall be; And o when death shall be my ate, Shall join my soul to thee.

P o ...], rayer and Hope of Pictory. Now o the §. of o: and pow'r Attend his people's humble cry; Defend them in the needful hour, And send deliv'rance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope, And in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train’d for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations ar From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts: 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear, And hymns of peace concludéoursong.

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Kindly thy healing power impart; Iłethesda’s” bath refused to save, *Jnless an Angel bless'd the wave. 5 All med'cines act by thy decree, Receive commission all from thee; And not aplant which spreads the plains, But teems with health, when heaven ordains. 4 Clay and Siloam's i pool, we find, At heaven's command restored the blind; And Jordan's t waters hence were seen To wash a Syrian leper clean. 5 But grant me nobler favours still, Grant me to know and do thy will; Purge my foul soul from every stain, And save me from eternal pain. 6 Cam such a wretch for pardon sue? My crimes, my crimes arise in view, Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer, And pour the horrors of despair. 7 But thou, regard any contrite sighs, My tortur’d breast, my streaming eyes; To me thy boundless love extend, My God, my Father, and my Friend. 8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead, Had not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed; His blood procures for human race Admittance to the throne of grace. 9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart, And conscious guilt corrodes the heart, His blood is all-sufficient found To draw the shaft and heal the wound. 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sim 2 What venom gives such pain within 2 Thou great Physicias of the soul, £ebuke my pangs, and make me whole. 11 0 1 if I trust thy sov’reign skill, And bow submissive to thy will, Sickness and death shall both agree To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.

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- 5 Then what I vow'd in my distress,

In happier hours Inow will give, And strive, that in my gratefulverse His praises may for ever live. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The blest and undivided Three, The one sole Giver of all life. Glory and praise for ever be.

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