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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 grows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read 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,

Ere 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 conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.
6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

9 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 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ:
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes 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 lenew.

Psalm xxxi. 15.

"My times are in thy hand." COV'REIGN Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise,

All our times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.

2 He that form'd us in the womb,
All our ways shall ever be
He shall guide us to the tomb;
Order'd by his wise decree.

3 Times of sickness, times of health,
Blighting want, and cheerful wealth,
All our pleasures, all our pains,
Come, and end, as God ordains.
Still to thee surrender'd stand,
4 May we always own thy hand,
Know that thou art God alone,

We and ours are all thy own!

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HYMN XII C. M.

OD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

IV. REDEMPTION.
HYMN XIII. S. M.
Job ix. 2-6.

A how shall fallen man

Be just before his God!
If he contends in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,

Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

Divide thy works no more,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore.

13 Through all eternity, to thee, A joyful song, I'll raise;

But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake!
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake!

5 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him, and escape, But through the Saviour's blood.

HYMN XIV. L. M.

Joh ix. 30-33.

THOUGH 1 should seek to wash me THOU clean

In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink in conscious guilt and wo: 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine, Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin,

And show the vileness of its worth. 3 Ah, not like erring men is God, That men to answer him should dare ; Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd, They helpless stand before his bar. 4 There, must a Mediator plead, Who, God and man, may both embrace,

With God, for man to intercede,

And offer man the purchas'd grace. 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain To be this Mediator crown'd: In Him, my soui, be cleans'd from stain. In Him thy righteousness be found:

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HYMN XV. L. M.

LL-glorious God, what hymns of
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.
And spread around his heavenly light?
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souls impoverish'd and undone !
4 He shows beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance as ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state!

HYMN XVI. C. M.
ALVATION! O the joyful sound,
Glad tidings to our ears,
A sov'reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation buried once in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But now we rise by grace divine,
And see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound."

4 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb,
To Thee the praise belongs:
Our hearts shall kindle at thy name,
Thy name inspire our songs.

Chorus, for the end of each verse.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever!"
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer!
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

HYMN XVII. C. M.

wake the sacred song!

10 our Redeemer's glorious name

O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach!

What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away

3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss.
And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee."
May every heart with rapture say,

The Saviour died for me."
50 may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill every heart and tongue;
Till strangers love thy charming name
And join the sacred song.

HYMN XVIII. III. 3.
AVIOUR. source of every blessing,
Tunery heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptur'd saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,

Didst redeem me with thy blood.
4 By thy hand restor d, defended,
Safe through life thus far I'm come,
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

HYMN XIX. C. M.
Titus iii. 4-7.

MY grateful soul, for ever praise,

For ever love his name,
Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths
Of folly, sin, and shame.

2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust
Which in our works we place :
Salvation from a higher source
Flows to our fallen race.

3 "Tis from the love of God through Christ,

That all our hopes begin;

His mercy sav'd our souls from death, And wash'd us from our sin.

4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed, His sacred fire imparts,

Removes our dross, and love divine,
Enkindles in our hearts.

5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew
And, justified by grace,
We hope in glory to appear,
And see our Father's face.

HYMN XX. C. M.

OW helpless guilty nature lies,

The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.

The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray:
Reason debas'd can never find

The safe, the narrow way.

3 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue ?
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew.
4 Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.

5 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven, a vital ray,

Tis thine alone to give.

S. M.

HYMN XXI11. RACE! 'tis a chartig sound! Harmonious to the ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear, 2 Grace first contriv'd a way To save rebellious man, And all the means that grace display. Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace guides my wandering feet To tread the heavenly road, And new supplies each hour I meet While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

V. THE CHURCH.
HYMN XXIV. S. M.
IKE Noah's weary dove,
That soar'd the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found;
20 cease, my wand ring soul,
On restless wing to roam;

HYMN XXI. C. M. ATHER, to thee my soul I lift, On thee my hope depends, Convinc'd that every perfect gift From thee alone descends."

2 Mercy and grace a

thine alone,

And pow'r and wisdom too;
Without the Spirit of thy Son
We nothing good can do.

3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought
Our good is all divine;
The praise of every holy thought
And righteous word is thine.

4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive The pow'r on thee to call,

In whomwe are, and move, and live:-Our God is all in all.

HYMN XXII. III. I.

ING, my soul, his wondrous love.
Who, from yon bright throne above,

Ever watchful o'er our race,
Still to man extends his grace.

2 Heav'n and earth by him were made,
All is by his sceptre sway'd;
What are we that he should show
So much love to us below?
3 God, the merciful and good,
Bought us with the Saviour's blood;
And, to make our safety sure,
Guides us by his Spirit pure.

4 Sing, my soul, adore his name;
Let his glory be thy theme
Praise him till he calls thee home,
Trust his love for all to come.

Has not for thee a home 3 Behold the Ark of God,

Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode.
And rove, my soul, no more.
4 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.
5 And, when the waves of ire
Again the earth shall fill,

The Ark shall ride the sea of fire-
Then rest on Zion's hill.

HYMN XXV. S. M.
LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The Church, our blest Redeemer sav'd
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy Church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

3 If e'er to bless thy sons,
My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her wo,
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.
5 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

6 Beyond my highest joy

1 prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise

Jesus, thou Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliv'rance bring. 8 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

HYMN XXVI. C. M.

Hebrews xii. 18, 22-24.

NOT to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word

Which God on Sinai spoke :

2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God:
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold th' nnumerable host
Of angels cloth d in light!
Behold the spirits of the just
Whose faith is chang'd to sight
1 Behold the bless'd assembly there
Whose names are writ in heav'n;
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare
Their sins, through Christ, forgiv'n.
5 Angels, and living saints and dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their vital Head,
And of his love partake.

HYMN XXVII. S. M.
LEST is the tie that binds

Bur hearts in Christian love:

The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne
We pour united prayers;

Our fears, our hopes, our ains are one
Our comforts and our cares.

S We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we at death must part,
How keen how deep the pain!
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign Throughout eternity.

HYMN XXVIII. II. 1.
Psalm cxxii.
The Church in Glory.
WITH Joy shall I behold the day
That calls my willing soul away,
To dwell among the blest:

For lo my great Redeemer's pow'r
Untolds the everlasting door,

And points me to his rest.

Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes

The heav'n-built tow'rs of Salem rise: Their glory I survey;

I view her mansions, that contain
The angel host, a beauteous train,
And shine with cloudless day.

3 Thither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeem'd of God ascend,
Borne on immortal wing;
There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ
Before th' Almighty King.

4 The King a seat hath there prepar'd, High, on eternal base uprear'd,

For his eternal Son:

His palaces with joy abound;
His saints, by him with glory crown'd,
Attend and share his throne.

5 Mother of cities o'er thy head Bright peace, with healing wings out. spread,

For evermore shall dwell.

Let me, blest seat! my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,
And bid the world farewell.

HYMN XXIX. L. M.

Isaiah lii. 1, 2. RIUMPHANT Zion lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the

dead!

Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength
2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known:
Deck'd in the robes of righteousness,
The world thy glories shall confess.
3 No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread;
No more shall bell's insulting host
Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.
4 God from on high has heard thy prayer,
His hand thy ruins shall repair:
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.

VI. FESTIVALS AND FASTS.
THE LORD'S DAY.
HYMN XXX. II. 4.

AWAKE, ye saints, awake,

And hail this sacred day;
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Welcome the day that God hath blest,
The type of heav'n's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes:
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruits of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heav'n with hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings.
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years o live and reign.
4 Great King, gird on thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering cars

While justice, truth and love,
Maintain thy glorious war:
This day let sinners own thy sway,
And rebels cast their arms away!

HYMN XXXI. C. M.

HIS is the day the Lord hath made.
Let young and old rejoice:
To him be vows and homage paid,
Whose service is our choice.

2 This is the temple of the Lord:
How dreadful is this place!
With meekness let us hear his word,
With rev'rence seek his face.

3 This is the homage he requires-
The voice of praise and prayer,
The soul's affections, hopes, desires,
Ourselves and all we are.

4 While rich and poor for mercy call; Propitious from the skies,

The Lord, the Maker of them all,
Accepts the sacrifice.

(may our souls adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne! 2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore; May worldly cares our bosoms fly, And where thou art intrude no more: O may thy grace our spirits move, And fix our minds on things above! 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, And bid thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart;

Then shall the day indeed be thine :
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
HYMN XXXV. II. 4.

N loud exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;
O'er heav'n and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days.

But Zion, with his presence blest,
Is his delight, his chosen rest.

Son,

From sin he grants release;

According to their faith 'tis done He bids them go in peace.

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HYMN XXXII. S. M.
WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near
To feast his saints to-day;
Here may we sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place

Where Jesus is within,
Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till it is call'd to soar away
To everlasting bliss.

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HYMN XXXIII. L. M. NOTHER six day's work is done, Another Lord's day has begun ; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the hours thy God hath blest. 2 This day may our devotions rise, As grateful incense, to the skies; And heav'n that sweet repose bestow, Which none but they who feel it know! 3 This peaceful calm within the breast Is the sure pledge of heav'nly rest, Which for the church of Ged remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away: How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

HYMN XXXIV. 11. 3.

And with thy favour crown This temple as thy home,

This people as thy own.

Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show
How God can dwell with men below.

3 Now let thine ear attend
Our supplicating cries;
Now let our praise ascend,
Accepted to the skies.

Now let thy gospel's joyful sound
Spread its celestial influence round.
4 Here may the list'ning throng,
Imbibe thy truth and love;
Here Christians join the song
Of seraphim above.

Till all who humbly seek thy face,
Rejoice in thy abounding grace.

FAR

AR from my thoughts, vain world begone,

Let my religious hours alone:

From flesh and sense I would be free, And hold communion, Lord, with thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,
To see thy grace, to taste thy love,
And feel thy influence from above.
3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
I'll tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that men call rich and great.
4 Send comfort down from thy right
hand,

To cheer me in this barren land;
And in thy temple let me know
The joys that from thy presence flow.
HYMN XXXVII. L. M.

Mo' dawn of thy returning day;
Y op'ning eyes with rapture see

Demands the soul's collected powers.

Gladly we now to thee resign

These solemn, consecrated hours:

While thus my early vows I pay. I yield my heart to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest;