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While justice, truth and love,

may our souls adoring own Maintain thy glorious war:

The grace that calls us to thy throne ! This day let sinners own thy sway,

2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye And rebels cast their arms away!

Can every secret thought explore;

May worldly cares our bosoms fly, THIS is the day the Lord bath made, And where thou art intrude no more: Let young and old rejoice :

O may thy grace our spirits move, To him be vows and homage paid, And fix our minds on things above! Whose service is our choice.

3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, 2 This is the temple of the Lord :

And bid thy word, with life divine, How dreadful is this place!

Engage the ear, and warm the heart; With meekness let us hear his word,

Then shall the day indeed be thine : With rev'rence seek his face.

Then shall our souls adoring own

The grace that calls us to thy throne. 3 This is the homage he requires The voice of praise and prayer,

HYMN XXXV. 11. 4. The soul's affections, hopes, desires,

N loud exalted strains, Ourselves and all we are.

The King of glory praise ; 4 While rich and poor for mercy call; O'er heav'n and earth he reigns, Propitious from the skies,

Through everlasting days. The Lord, the Maker of them all,

But Zion, with his presence blest, Accepts the sacrifice.

Is his delight, his chosen rest. 5 Well pleas'd, through Jesus Christ his ( 2 0 King of glory! come, Son,

And with thy favour crown From sin he grants release ;

This temple as thy home, According to their faith 'tis done

This people as thy own. He bids them go in peace.

Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show HYMN XXXII. S. M. How God can dwell with men below, W ELCOME, sweet day of rest, 3 Now let thine ear altend That saw the Lord arise ;

Our supplicating cries; Welcome to this reviving breast,

Now let our praise ascend, And these rejoicing eyes.

Accepted to the skies. 2 The King himself comes near

Now let thy gospel's joyful sound To feast his saints lo-dayi

Spread its celestial influence round, Here may we sit, and see him here, 4 Here may the list ning throng, And love, and praise, and pray.

Imbibe thy truth and love ; 3 One day amidst the place

Here Christians join the song Where Jesus is within,

of seraphim above. Is better than ten thousand days

Till all who humbly seek thy face, Of pleasure and of sin.

Rejoice in thy abounding grace. 4 My willing soul would stay

HYMN XXXVI. L. M. In such a frame as this,

TAR from my thoughts, vain world Till it is call'd to soar away

begone, To everlasting bliss.

Let my religious hours alone :

From Alesh and sense I would be free, ANOTHER six day's work is done,

And hold communion, Lord, with thee. A Another Lord's day has begun;

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

And kindles with a pure desire, Improve the hours thy God hath blest. To see thy krace, to taste thy love, ? This day may our devotions rise,

And feel thy influence from above. As grateful incense, to the skies;

3 When I can say that God is mine, And heav'n that sweet repose bestow, When I can see thy glories shine, Which one but they who feel it know! I'll tread the world beneath my feet, 3 This peaceful calm within the breast And all that men call rich and great. Is the sure pledge of heav'nly rest, 4 Send comfort down from thy right Which for the church of God remains,

hand, The end of cares, the end of pains. To cheer me in this barren land; 4 In holy duties, let the day,

And in thy temple let me know In holy pleasures, pass away:

The joys that from thy presence flow. How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,

HYMN XXXVII. L. M. In hope of one that ne'er shall end!"

M Y op'ning eyes with rapture see HYMN XXXIV. 11. 3. W The dawn of thy returning day; CREAT God! this sacred day of thipe | My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, U Demands the soul's collected power.

While thus my early vows I pay. Gladly we now to thee resign

1 yroid my heart to the alone, These solemn, consecrated hours: Nor would receive another guest;

Eternal King! erect thy throne,

Wisdom and might, and real and love, And reign sole monarch in my breast. 1 His holy breast inspire. 3 O bid this trifting world retire,

3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, And drive each carnal thought away : In Satan's bondage held, Nor let me feel one vain desire,

The gates of brass before him burst, One sinful thought, through all the day. The iron fetters yield. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice My soul shall rise on joyful wing,

To clear the mental ray The wonders of thy love declare,

And on the eyes oppress'd with night, And join the strains which angels sing. To pour celestial day.

HYMN XXXVIII. III. I. 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, По thу temple I гераіr;

The bleeding soul to cure, I Lord, I love to worship there, And with the treasures of his grace, While thy glorious praise is sung,

T'enrich the humble poor. Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, 2 While the pray'rs of saints ascend, Thy welcome shall proclaim; God of love, lo mine attend;

And heaven's eternal arches ring Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads;

With thy beloved name. Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

HYMN XLII. III. 3. 3 While I hearken to thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe,

IT AIL, thou long expected Jesus,

11 Born to set thy people free! Till thy gospel bring to me

From our sins and fears release us, Life and immortality.

Let us find our rest in thee. 4 While thy ministers proclaim

2 Israel's strength and consolation, Peace and pardon in thy name,

Hope of all the saints, thou art, Through their voice, by faith, may I

Long desir'd of every nation, Hear thee speaking from on high.

Joy of every waiting heart. 5 From thy house when I return,

| 3 Born thy people to deliver, May my heart within me burn; And at ev'ning let me say,

Born a child, yet God our King, ** I have walk'd with God to-day."

Born to reign in us for ever,

Now thy gracious kingdom bring. HYMN XXXIX. L M.

4 By thy own eternal Spirit
After Sermon.

Rule in all our hearts alone;
A LMIGHTY Father! bless the word, I By thy all-sufficient merit
A Which, through thy grace, we now

Raise us to thy glorious throne.
have heard ;
O may the precious seed take root,

CHRISTMAS. Spring up, and bear abundant fruit !

HYMN XLIII. C. M. 2 We praise thee for the means of grace,

Luke ii. 8-15. Thus in thy courts to seek thy face :

W Grant, Lord! that we who worship here

HILE Shepherds watch'd their

VV May all, at length, in beaven appear.

Alocks by night,

All seated on the ground,

The Angel of the Lord came down,
TORD! dismiss us with thy blessing, And glory shone around.
Fill our hearts with joy and peace ;

2 Let us each, thy love possessing,

Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread Triumph in redeeming grace ;

Had seiz'd their troubled mind;

“ Glad tidings of great joy I bring O refresh us Trav'lling through this wilderness !

"To you, and all mankind. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration,

3 « To you, in David's town, this day For the gospel's joyful sound;

"Is born, of David's line, May the fruits of thy salvation

« The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; In our hearts and lives abound:

" And this shall be the sign: May thy presence

4 «The Heavenly Babe you there shall With us evermore be found !

« To human view display'd, (find,

All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, ADVENT

"And in a manger laid.” HYMN XLI. C. M.

5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith HTARK! the glad sound, the Saviour Appear'd a shining throng comes,

or angels, praising God, who thus The Saviour promis'd long!

Address'd their joyful song: Let every heart prepare a throne,

6 " Al glory be to God on high, And every voice a song.

"And to the earth be peace; 2 On him the spirit, largely dourd « Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to Exerts his sacred fire

Begin and never cease."



| How free to the faithful be offers salvatiou ATHILE angels thus, O Lord, rejoice,

11. Lord, reioice. How his people with joy everlasting are Shall men no anthem raise ?

crown'd. O may we lose these useless tongues,

Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult.

ingly sing ; When we forget to praise !

Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah 2 Then let us swell responsive notes,

is King And join the heavenly tlorong;

13 Mortals ! your homage be gratefully For angels no such love bave known As we, to wake their song.


And sweet let the gladsome hosanna 3 Good will to sinful dust is shown,

arise ; And peace on earth is given

Ye angels ! the full hallelujah be singing. For lo! the incarnate Saviour comes,

One chorus resound through the earth With news of joy from heaven!

and the skies. 4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultHis rising beams adorn;

ingly sing; Let heaven and earth in concert sing,

Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah “ The promis'd Child is born!”

is King 3 Glory to God, in highest strains,

HYMN XLVII. C. M. By highest worlds is paid;

Isujah ix. 2–7. Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,

THE race that long in darkness pin's And by our lives display'd ;

1 Have seen a glorious light; 6 Till we attain those blissful realms, The people now behold tbe dawn, Where now our Saviour reigns ;

Who dwelt in death and night. To rival these celestial choirs

2 To hail thy rising Sun of life! In their immortal strains !

The gath'ring nations come,
HYMN XLV. 111. 1.

Joyous as when the reapers bear
H ARK ! the berald angels sing

Their harvest treasures home. 11 Glory to the new-born King,

3 For thou our burden hast remov'd; Peace on earth, and mercy mild,

Th' oppressor's reign is broke; God and sinners reconcilà !

Thy fiery conflict with the foe 2 Joyful all ye nations rise,

Has burst his cruel yoke. Join the triumphs of the skies;

4 To us the promis'd Child is born; With th' angelic hosts proclaim

To us the Son is givin; Christ is born in Bethlehem !

Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 3 Christ, by bighest heav'n ador'd,

And all the hosts of beaven. Christ, the everlasting Lord,

5 His name shall be the Prince of peace, Late in time behold bim come,

For evermore ador'd. Offspring of the virgin's womb !

The Wunderful, the Counsellor, 4 Veil'd in Alesh the Godhead see !

The mighty God and Lord. Hail th' incarnate Deity.

| 6 His pow'r increasing still shall spread Pleas'd, as man, with man to dwell,

His reign no end shall know ; Jesus, now Emanuel !

Justice shall guard his throne above, 5 Ris'n with healing in his wings,

And peace abound below.
Light and life to all he brings;
Hail the Sun of righteousness,

Hail the heaven-born Prince of peace.


TIME hastens on; ye longing saints Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult-1 1 Now raise your voices high; ingly singi

And magnify that sov'reign love
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah

Which shows salvation nigh.
is King

2 As time departs, salvation comes, Zion! the marvellous story be telling. Each moment brings it near The Son of the Highest, how lowly his Then welcome each declining day; birth!

Welcome each closing year.
The brightest archangel in glory excelling,
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns

3 Not many years their course shall run, upon earth.

Not many mornings rise, Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult. Ere all its glories stand reveal'd ingly singi

To our transported eyes. Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah HYMN XLIX. C. M. is King.

St. Luke xiii. 6-9. 2 Tell how be cometh, from nation to na- SEE, in the vineyard of the Lord, tion,

1 A barren fig-tree stands The heart-cheering news let the earth No fruit it yields, no blossom bears, echo sound;

1. Though planted by his hands.

2 From year to year the tree he views | 3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair And still no fruit is found;

Chase from my lab'ring breast; Then "cut it down," the Lord com- Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer, mands,

| That grace can do the rest. "Why cumbers it the ground !"

14 My life's brief remnant all be thine!

14 3 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads-1 And when thy sure decree « The barren fig-tree spare,

Bids me this Aeeting breath resign, * Another year in mercy wait,

O speed my soul to Thee ! " It yet may bloom and bear : 4 " But if my culture prove in vain,

EPIPHANY. "And still no fruit be found.

"I plead no more ; destroy the tree,
"And root it from thy ground."

Isaiah lij. 7-10.
UTOW beauteous are their feet

11 Who stand on Zion's hill ;

Who bring salvation on their tongues, HYMN LL.M.

And words of peace reveal ! FTSHE Goa of life, whose constant care | 2 How charming is their voice ! I With blessings crowns each op'ning How sweet their tidings are : year,

Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, My scanly span doth still prolong,

He reigns and triumphs here." And wakes anew mine annual song.

3 How happy are our ears 2 How many precious souls are fled

That hear this joyful sound, i'o the vast regions of the dead,

Which kings and prophets waited for, Since to this day the changing sun

And sought, but never found! Through his last yearly period run!

4 How blessed are our eyes 3 We yet survive, but who can say,

That see this heavenly light! " Or through this year, or month, or day, Prophets and kings desired it long, *I shall retain this vital breath,

But died without the sight. Thus far, at least, in league with

5 The watchmen join their voice, death?"

And tuneful notes employ, 4 That breath is thine, eternal God;

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;

And deserts learn the joy.
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

6 The Lord makes bare his arm

Through all the earth abroad : 5 To thee our spirits we resign,

Let every nation now behold
Make them and own them still as thine ;

Their Saviour and their God.
So shall they live secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.

HYMN LIII. II. 5. 6 Thy children panting to be gone.

Isaiah Ir. &c. May bid the tide of Lime roll on,

RISE, crown'd with light, imperial 8a. To land them on that happy shore,

lem rise ! Where years and death are known no

Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine eyes! more.

See heaven its sparkling portals wide 7 No more fatigue, no more distress,

display. Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place : And break upon thee in a food of day! No groans. to mingle with the songs

2 See a long race thy spacious courts Resounding from immortal tongues :

adoro, 8 No more alarms rom ghostly foes ; See future sons and daughters yet unborn, No cares to break the long repose , In crowding ranks on every side anise, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Demanding life, impatient for the skies ! But sacred, high, eternal noon.

3 See barb'rous nations at thy gates at9 0, long expected year! begin ;

tend, Dawn on this world of wo and sini Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend! Fain would we leave this weary road, See thy bright allars throng'd with prose To sleep in death, and rest with God.

trate kings,

While every land its joyous tribute HYMN LI. CM.

brings! A So'er the past my memory strays,

4 The seas snall waste, the skies to smoke A Why heaves the secret sigh?

decay, Tis that I mour departed days,

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt Still unprepar'd to die.

away: 9 The world and worldly things belov'd But fir'd his word, his saving power reMy anxious thoughts employ'd

mainsAnd time unhallow'd, unimprov'd, Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiala Presents a scariul void,


HYMN LIV. 11. 6.

When, repentant, to the skies
Psalm lxxii.

Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;

O, by all thy pains and wo,
TAIL to the Lord's Anointer,
H Great David's greater Soni

Suffer'd once lor man below,

Bending from thy throne on high,
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun !

Hear our solemn litany.
He comes to break oppression,

2 By thy birth and early years, To set the captive free,

By thy human griefs and fears, To take away transgression,

By thy fasting and distress And rule in equity.

In the lonely wilderness :

By thy vict'ry in the hour 2 He comes, with succour speedy,

of the subtle templer's pow'r; To those who suffer wrong,

Jesus, look with pitying eye ;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;

Hear our solemn litany.
To give them songs for sighing,

3 By thine hour of dark despair, Their darkness turn to light,

By thine agony of prayer, Whose souls, condemn'd and dying, By the purple robe of scorn, Were precious in his sight.

By thy wounds--thy crown of thorn ; 3 He shall descend like showers

By thy cross-thy pangs and cries;

By thy perfect sacrifice; Upon the fruitful carth,

Jesus, look with pitying eye ;
And love and joy, like flowers,

Hear our solemn litany.
Spring in his path to birth :
Before him, on the mountains,

4 By thy deep expiring groan, Shall peace, the herald, go;

By the seal'd sepulchral stone, And righteousness, ia fountains,

By thy triumph o'er the grave, From hill to valley flow.

By thy pow'r from death to save;

Mighty God, ascended Lord, 4 To him shall prayer unceasing

To thy throne in heav'n restor'd, And daily vows, ascend;

Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
His kingdom still incrensing,

Hear our solemn litany.
A kingdom without end :
The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove;

M Y God, permit me not to be His name shall stand for ever;

WI A stranger to myself and thee : ? That name to us is Love.

Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,

Forgetful of my highest love.
Isaiah ii. 2-5

2 Why should my passions mix with N'ER mountain tops the mount of God

earth, In latter days shall rise,

And thus debase my heavenly birth? Above the summits of the hills,

Why should I cleave to things below, And draw the wond'ring eyes.

And all my purest joys forego ? 3 To this the joyful nations round,

3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; All tribes and tongues, shall flow;

Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence: Up to the mount of God, they'll say,

I would obey the voice divine, And to his house we'll go.

And all inferior joys resign. 3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill

HYMN LVIII. C. M. Shall lighten every land;

ALAS, what hourly dangers rise ! The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs

What snares beset my way! Shall all the world command.

To heaven, let me lift mine eyes, 4 Among the nations he shall judge, And hourly watch and pray.

His judgments truth shall guide ; 2 How oft my mournful thoughts com His sceptre shall protect the just,

plain, And crush the sinner's pride.

And melt in flowing tears! 5 For peaceful implements shall men

My weak resistance, ah, how vain ! Exchange their swords and spears

How strong my foes and fears ! Nor shall they study war again

3 O gracious God, in whom I live, Throughout those happy years.

My feeble efforts aid, 6 Come, 6 ye house of Jacob I come

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, To worship at his shrine;

Though trembling and afraid. And, walking in the light of God,

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, With holy graces shine.

When foes and fears prevail;

And bear my fainting spirit up,

Or soon my strength will fail,
HYMN LVI. 111. 1.

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, Litany.

Or lure my feet aside, SAVIOUR, when in dust, to theo My God, thy powerful aid impart, Low we bow th' adoring knee;

My guardian and my guide,

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