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6 O keep me in thy heavenly way, 13 Why that blood his raiment staig And bid the teinpter flee;
'Tis the blood of many slain ; And let me never, never stray
or his foes there's none remaining From happiness and thee.
None, the contest to maintai:
Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
Cease to sing what thou hast donc 2 Yet sor'reign mercy calls, “ Return; Thou hast fought thy people's foes: Dear Lord, and may I come?
Thou hast heal'd ihy people's woes! My vile ingratitude I mourn ;
HYMN LXII. L. M. O, take the wand'rer home.
W HEN I survey the wondrous Cro 3 And canst tou, wilt thou yet forgive.
On which the Prince of glory din And bid my crimes remove ?
My richest gain I count but loss, And shall a pardon'd rebel live
And pour contempt on all my pride. To speak thy wondrous love ?
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God: How glorious, how divine !
All the vain things that charm me moss, That can to life and bliss restore
I sacrifice them to thy blood. So vile a heart as mine.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down Dear Saviour, I adore ;
Did ore such love and sorrow meet ? O keep me at thy sacred feet,
Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? And let me rove no more.
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, HYMN LX. L. M.
That were a tribute far too small; n THOU, to whose all searching sight
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life. my soul, my all. Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee,
HYMN LXII. C. M. O burst its bonds, and set it free!
D EHOLD the Saviour of mankind 2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross,
B Nail'd to the shameful tree; Bind my affections to the cross;
How vast the love that him inclin'd Hallow each thought, let all within
To bleed and die for me ! Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 2 Hark, how he groans while nature 3 If in this darksome wild 1 stray,
shakes. Be thou my light, be thou my way: And earth's strong pillars bend ! No foes, no violence I fear.
The temple's veil in sunder breaks, No harm, while thou, my God, art near The solid marbles rend 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 13 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, When sinks my heart in waves of wn, " Receive my soul !" he cries; Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
See where he bows his sacred head! And raise my head, and cheer my heart. He bows his head and dies ! 5 Saviour ! where'er thy steps I see, 4 But soon he'll break death's en vious Dauntless, untir'd, i follow thee :
chain, O let thy hand support me still,
And in full glory shine ;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
HYMN LXIV C. M.
AV In agonies and blood,
Methought once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
| 2 Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look; To the captive speaking freedom,
It seem'd to charge me with his death, Bringing and bestowing good;
Though not a word he spoke. Glorious in the garb he wears,
3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, Glorious in the spoil he bears ?
And plang'd me in despair : 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
I saw my sins his blood had spilt, Trav'lling onward in his might;
And belp'd to nail him there. Tis the Saviour, ( how glorious
4 Alas ! I knew not what I did; To his people is the sight!
But now my tears are vain; Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.
The these blad A second look he gave, which said, I 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise;
"I freely all forgive the blood day
Let harp and voice unite their strains : foes there's not
This blood is for thy ransom paid, Thy promis'd King his sceptre sways;
to the contesto si
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. I die, that thou may'st live.” hey art, Dom Thus, while his death my sin displays 3 By foreign streams no longer roam, glory grote In all its blackest hue,
And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood;
In every clime behold a home;
In ev'ry temple see thy God.
4 No taunting foes the song require ; sink what the TSROM
No strangers mock thy captive chain; wbence these direful omens Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, fraight thy per P
And brethren ask the holy strain.
5 Then why on bending willows hung I server bee Why hides the sun his rays ? [ground?
ound Israel. still sleeps the tuneful string ?
Why mute remains the sullen tongue sich the Preces 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And Zion's song delays to sing ? in I can het And nature sympathize! atemps av The sun as darkest night be black ! d. that Their Maker, Jesus, dies !
EASTER 1 of Cars 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
HYMN LXVIII. C. M. that cleret His all-atoning blood
I Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9, 10, 11. to the big Is this the Infinite ? 'tis he,
SINCE Christ our Passover is slain, ed i besut My Saviour and my God!
A sacrifice for all, dow many 4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
Let all, with thankful hearts, agrea
To keep the festival.
2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
f sin and malice fed ; de 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
But with unfeign'd sincerity,
And truth', unleaven'd bread,
3 Christ bemg rais'd by power Divine,
And rescu'd from the grave.
Shall die no more ; death shall on him
No more dominion have.
| 4 For that he died, 'twas for our sina 1 And meekly bow'd his head and
He once vouchsar'd to die
But that he lives, he lives to God
Fur all eternity
15 So count yourselves as dead to sin 2 "Tis finish'd all that heav'n decreed,
But graciously restor'd,
And made, henceforth, alive to God,
Through Jesus Chris: our Lord.
HYMN LXIX. III. I.
U Sons of men and angels say: And Jewish rites no more remain. Raise your joys and triumphs high, 4 "Tis finish this, my dying groan,
Sing ye heavens, and earth reply!
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Jesus' agony is o'er,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Following our exalted Head;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies
HYMN LXX. L. M.
Col. lii. 1, 2.
His resurrection's power declare:
2 Your faith by holy tempers prove, ,3 Loose all your bars of massy light, ** By actions show your sins forgiven,
And wide unfold the radiant scene; And seek the glorious things above,
He claims those mansions as his right; And follow Christ, your head, to Receive the King of Glory in. hea ven.
4 " Who is the King of Glory, who ? 3 There your exalted Saviour see,
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, Seated at God's right hand again,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, In all his Father's majesty,
And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. In everlasting power to reign.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 4 To him continually aspire,
And angels chant the solemn lay, Contending for your destin'd place, “Lift up your heads. ye heavenly gates! And emulate the angel choir,
" Ye everlasting doors, give way !" And only live to love and praise. 6 Who is the King of Glory, who ?" HYMN LXXI. C. M.
The Lord of boundless power possessid
The King of saints and angels tno, 1 Cor. xv, 20, 21, 22. Col. ij. 1.
God over all, for ever bless'd.
HYMN LXXIV. C. M.
(NOME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come,
U Inspire the souls of thine; 2 For, as in Adam all mankind
Till every heart which thou hast made Did guilt and death derive;
Be fill'd with grace divine.
2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love; 3 If then ye risen are with Christ,
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.
3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou ** HYMN LXXII. L. M.
Dost heavenly speech impart. the Friend of sinners dies !
14 Enlighten our dark souls, till they 1 Lo salen s daughters weep around!
Thy sacred love embrace ;
Assist our minds, by nature frail, A solemn darkness veils the skies!
With thy celestial grace. A sudden trembling shakes the ground !
5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 2 Ye saints approach ! the anguish view,
And give us peace within, Or him who groans beneath your load;
That, by thy guidance blest, we may He gives his precious life for you,
Escape the shares of sin. For you he sheds his precious blood.
16 Teach us the Father to confess, 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree !
And Son, from death revivid, The Lord of glory dies for men !
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost, But lo! what sudden joys we see !
Who art from both deriv'd. Jesus, the dead, revives again!
HYMN LXXV. C. M. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's court he flies;
INOME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, Cherubic legions guard him home,
With all thy quick’ning powers; And shout him welcome to the skies!
kirs! Kindle a flame of sacred love 5 Break off your lears, ye saints, and tell
In these cold hearts of ours. How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ;
12 See how we grovel bere below, Sing how he spoiPd the hosts of hell,
Fond of these earthly toys; And led the tyrant death in chains !
Our souls how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys! 6 Say, “Live for ever, glorious King, " Born to redeem, instruct, and save!
| 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, Then ask- death, where is thy sting!
Cu in vain we strive to rise ! “And where thy victory, Ograve !"
6' Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dore, OUR Lord is risen from the dead, With all thy quick'ning powers;
Our Jesus is gone up on high ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
And that shall kindle ours. Dragg'd to the portals of the sky,
HYMN LXXVI. C. M. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, ILTE'S come ! let every knee be ben! And angels chant the solemn lay;
1 All hearts new joy resume; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, " Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
"The Comforter is come."
2 What greater gift, what greater lov , And now he lives, Could God on man bestow ?
And now he reigns. Angels for this rejoice above,
And sees the fruit Let inan rejoice below!
Of all his pains. 3 Hail, blessed Spirit ! may each soin 3 To God the Spirit, praise Thy sacred influence feel;
And endless worship give, Do thou each sinful thought control,
Whose new-creating pow'r And fix our wavering zeal !
Makes the dead sinner live : 4 Thou to the conscience dost convey
His work completes Those checks which we should know;
The great design, Thy motions point to us the way ;
And fills the soul
With joy divine.
Be endless honour's done ;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one :
Where reason fails
With all her pow'rs,
And love adores. Thy glories let the world proclaim ! 2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified
FAST DAY. To take our load of sins away;
HYMN LXXX. C. M. Thine be the hymn that rolls ils lide
ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne Along the realms of upper day!
A Thy mourning people bend ! 3 O Holy Spirit, from above,
'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone In streams of light and glory giv'n, Our prostrate hopes depend. Thou source of ecstasy and love,
2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy praises ring through earth and
Thy dreadful pow'r display heav'n !
Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 4 O God triune! to thee we owe
And still we live to pray. Our every thought, our every song 3 How chang'd, alas ! are truths divine, And ever may thy praises flow
For error, guilt and shame! From samt and seraph's burning What impious numbers, bold in sin, tongue !
Disgrace the Christian name! HYMN LXXVIII. L. M. 4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, LATHER of all, whose love profound
Convert us by thy grace ; s A ransom for our souls hath found,
Then shall our hearts obey thy word, Before thy throne we sinners bend;
And see again thy face. To us thy pardosing love extend !
5 Then, should oppressing foes invade 2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
We will not sink in fear ; Our Propbet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
Secure of all-sufficient aid, Before thy throne we sinners bend;
When God, our God, is near. To us thy saving grace extend !
HYMN LXXXI. 10. 3. 3 Elemal Spirit, by whose breath
READ Jehovah ! God of nations ! The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
From thy temple in the skies,
Now for their deliv'rance rise ; 4 Jehovah! Father. Spirit, Son,
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning, Mysterious Godhead, Three in One! Humbly at thy feet we bend; Before thy throne we sinners bend; Hear us, fasting, prayin ff, mourning, Grace, pardon, life, lo us extend:
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
3 Though our sins, our hearts confound
ing W E give immortal praise
Long and loud for vengeance call, To God the Father's love,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
4 Let that love veil our transgression, Eternal Son
Let that blod our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place. 2 To God the Son belongs !
HYMN LXXXII. L. M.
Prayer and Hope of Victory.
OW may the God of grace and pow': From everlasting wo:.
Attend his people's humble cryi
Defend them in the needful hour, 2 When in the bosom of the earth.
And send delivrance from on high. The sower hid the grain, 2 In his salvation is our hope,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain And in the name of Israel s God Our troops shall lift their banners up, 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord Our navies spread their flags abroad.
The plants in beauty grew; 3 Some trust in horses train'd for war,
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine, And some of chariots make their boasts;
The mild refreshing dew. Our surest expectations are From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts : 14 These various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain; 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear,
A kindly barvest crowns thy love, And let our trust be firm and strong,
And plenty fills the plain. Till thy salvation shall appear, And hymns of peace conclude our song. 5 We own and bless thy gracious sway
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day, THANKSGIVING-DAY.
Summer nor winter fails. HYMN LXXXIII.--Part 1. 11. 2.
HYMN LXXXV. L. M. DRAISE to God, immortal praise
For Public Mercies and Deliverances. For the love that crowns our days;
CALVATION doth to God belong, Bounteous source of every joy.
His power and grace shall be out Let thy praise our longues employ:
song; All to thee, our God, we owe,
From him alone all mercies flow; Source whence all our blessings flow.
His arm alone subdues the foc! 2 All the bleseings of the fields,
2 Then praise this God, wbo bows his ear All the stores the garden yields,
Propitious to his people's prayer; Flocks that whiten all the plain,
And though deliv'rance he may slay, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain ;
Yet answers still in his own day. Lord, for these our souls shall raise 30 may this goodness lead our land, Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Still sav'd by thine Almighty band, 3 Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
The tribute of its love to bring Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
To thee, our Saviour and our King i All the plenty summer pours,
4 Till every public temple raise Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;
A song of triumph to thy praise ; Lord, for these our souls shall raise And every peaceful, private home Grateful vows and solemn praise.
To thee a temple shall become. 4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
5 Still be at our supreme delight Private bliss and public wealth,
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL
OCCASIONS 5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
BAPTISM. From its stem the rip'ning ear,
HYMN LXXXVI III. 3. Though the sick'ning flock should fall, CAVIOUR! who thy flock art feeding And the herd desert the stall;
With the shepherd's kindest care, Still to thee our souls shall raise
All the feeble gently leading, Grateful vows and solemn praise.
While the lambs thy bosom share ; 6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain 2 Now, these little ones receiving, 'Th' early and the latter rain,
Fold them in thy gracious arm Blast each op'ning bud of joy.
There, we know thy word believingAnd the rising year destroy
Only there, secure from harm. Still to thee our souls shall raise
3 Never from thy pasture roving, Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Let them be the Lion's prey; 7 Life and grace. whate'er our wo, Let thy tenderness, so loving, Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Keep them all life's dang 'rous way:. 'Though of early hopes bereft,
4 Then, within thy fold eternal, Yet our hope of heai 'n is left; And for these our souls shall raise
Let them find a resting place ; Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.
HYMN LXXXVII. S. M.
Our children to his breast;
He folds thein in his gracious arms, Proclaim thy constant care.
1 Himself declares them blest