Since all things by thy power were made, and by thy bounty live.

2 *And worthy is the Lamb all power,
honour, and wealth to gain,

Glory and strength; who for our sins
a sacrifice was slain!

3 †All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd,
and ransom'd us to God,
From every nation, every coast,
by thy most precious blood.
4 Blessing and honour, glory, power,
by all in earth and heaven,

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To him that sits upon the throne,
and to the Lamb be given.

HYMN X.

For the same.

MY a thy cty with love c'erflow?

Y God, and is thy table spread?

Thither be all thy children led,

and let them thy sweet mercies know! 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes! rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes that sacred stream, that heavenly food! 3 Why are its dainties all in vain

before unwilling hearts display'd? Was not for you the victim slain? are you forbid the children's bread?

4 O let thy table honour'd be,

and furnish'd well with joyful guests! And may each soul salvation see, that here its holy pledges tastes! 5 Drawn by thy quick'ning grace, O Lord, in countless numbers let them come, And gather from their Father's board, the bread that lives beyond the tomb! 6 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest,

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till through the world thy truth has run, Till with this bread all men be blest who see the light, or feel the sun!

And, to effect this glorious change,

did Jesus shed his blood?

2 O for a song of ardent praise,

to bear our souls above!

* Chap. v. 12.

+ Chap. v. 9.

Verse 13.

What should allay our lively hope, or damp our flaming love!

3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, to praise our heavenly King!

O may that love which spread this board inspire us while we sing--

4 "Glory to God in highest strains,

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and to the earth be peace;

"Good will from heaven to men is come; " and let it never cease!""

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HYMN XII.

ON THE NEW YEAR.

HE God of life, whose constant care
With blessings crowns each op'ning year,

My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song.
2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since to this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run!
3 We yet survive; but who can say,
"Or through this year, or month, or day,
"I shall retain this vital breath,

"Thus far, at least, in league with death?"
4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;

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

5 To thee our spirits we resign,

Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall, they live secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.
6 Thy children, panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
To land them on that happy shore,
Where years and death are known no more.
7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach that place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Resounding 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.

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HYMN XIII.

The Christian's Hope.

WHEN 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 disclos'd 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 grace, shine 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 Here would I learn how Christ has died

to save my soul from hell;

Not all the books on earth beside

such heavenly wonders tell.

13 Then let me love my Bible more, and take a fresh delight,

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

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WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
my rising soul surveys;

Transported with the view, I'm lost
in wonder, love, and praise!

2 O how shall words with equal warmth the gratitude declare,

That glows 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,

E're 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 slippery 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 renew.

12 When nature fails, and day and night
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;
For oh! eternity's too short
to utter all thy praise.

HYMN XV.

On the Glory of God in the Starry Heavens: Being a Translation of Part of the 19th Psalm of David.

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HE spacious firmament on high,

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With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.
3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."

HYMN XVI.

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

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HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
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 wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.