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In countless numbers let them come,
And gather from their Father's board,
The bread that lives beyond the tomb!
Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest,
Till thro' the world thy truth has run,
The Coill with this bread all men be blest
2 What gre
Who see the light, or feel the sun!
Could God
HYMN XI.
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No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
9 0, 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.

ND are we now brought near to God, W Derwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

Who once at distance stond ?
nd, to affect this glorious change,
Did Jesus shed his blood?

Then to the O for a song of ardent praise,
Those check
To bear our souls above!

Thy motion phat should allay our lively hope,
Thong Or damp our flaming love!

Then let us join the heavenly choirs,

FOR THE To praise our heavenly King!
From that may that love which spread this board,
Inspire us while we sing-

Glory to God in highest strains,
Art worthy And to the earth be peace;
Since all good-will from heaven to men is come;

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And let it never cease!'

HYMN XII.

ON THE NEW YEAR.
HE God of life, whose constant care
With blessings crowns each opening
year,

And ransondy scanty span doth still prolong,
From every and wakes anew mine annual song.
By thy most pow many precious souls are fled
Blessing and the vast regions of the dead,
By all in earth ce to this day the changing sun
And to the Lame yet survive; but who can say,
him that is rough his last yearly period run!
Hthrough this year, or month, or day,

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shall retain this vital breath,
hus far, at least, in league
death?'
That breath is thine, eternal God;
is thine to fix my soul's abode;

And does the flow?

her be all holds its life from thee alone,
let earth, or in the world unknown.
To thee our spirits we resign,

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THEN, rising from the bed of death,

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 dis-
closed

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,

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
Shine brighter in thy book.

grace

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.

Sacred Fake them and own them still as thine; 10 Here are my choicest treasures hid, shall they live secure from fear,

Here my best comfort lies;

happy he ough death should blast the rising Here my desires are satisfy'd,

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On the Providence of God: taken chiefly from the 23d Psalm of David

Lord me with a shepherd's are HE my pasture shall prepare

His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; 2 My noon-day walks he shall attend And all my midnight hours defend; When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant 3 To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread With gloomy horrors overspread; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still: 5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid And guide me through the dreadf

shade: Though in a bare and rugged way Through devious lonely wilds I stay 6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbe crown'd,

And streams shall nurmur all around.

HYMN XVII.

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For the Mercies of Redemption.

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HYMN XX.

Which may be used at Sea or on Land.

ALL-glorious God, what hymns of LORD for the just thou dost provide,

praise

Shall our transported voices raise! What ardent love and zeal are due, While heaven stands open to our view! THE S2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low! Just on the brink of endless woe; dangleWhen Jesus, from the realms above, er great or Borne on the wings of boundless love, Th3 Scatter'd the shades of death and es his Crea night,

pubisheAnd spread around his heavenly light! By him what wondrous grace is shown on theTo souls impoverish'd and undone! moon tai He shows, beyond these mortal shores, nightA bright inheritance as ours;

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ALVATION doth to God belong; His power and grace shall be our song;

St their rom him alone all mercies flow; ason's artis arm alone subdues the foe!

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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. 8 Thy goodness sweetens every soil, Makes every country please; Thou on the snowy hills dost smile, When waves on waves, to heaven And smooth'st the rugged seas!

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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 thine 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!

ter forth Then praise this God, who bows his 7 For this my life, in every state, and that a ropitious to his people's prayer;

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And though deliverance he may stay,
Yet 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 song of triumph to thy praise; feed mend every peaceful private home ceshalTo thee a temple shall become. me Still be it our supreme delight To walk as in thy glorious sight; Still in thy precepts and thy fear, erill life's last hour, to persevere.

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