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INVITING. The Goodness of God. Nahum i. 7. 1 VE humble souls, approach your God
with songs of sacred praise, For he is good, supremely good,
and kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care,
in him we live and move ; But nobler benefits declare
the wonders of his love. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,
to ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known
in its diviner forms.
'tis here our hope relies;
when storms of trouble rise.
the souls who trust in thee;
with bliss divinely free.
what honours shall we raise ! Not all th' angelic songs above can render equal praise.
Morning Hymn. 1 WAKE, my soul, and with the sun
daily course of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last :
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear.
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Glory to thee, eternal King.
May your devotion me inspire ;
6 May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
I never more do ill.
And hast refresh'd me while I slept:
I may of endless life partake.
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
And with thyself my spirit fill.
All I design, or do, or say;
In thy sole glory may unite. 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy own Almighty wings.
The ills that I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed;
Triumphing rise at the last day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
To serve my God, when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
No powers of darkness me molest.
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Stop all the avenues of ill. 7 Thought to thought with my soul converse,
Celestial joys to me rehearse;
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
HYMN XLVI. Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm. 1
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and form’d us men;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
To wake the sacred song
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 dy'd for me." 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
fill every heart and tongue; Till strangers love thy charming name,
and join the sacred song.
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
And worship at his sacred feet;
In glad returns of grateful love.
But long to know and love thee more;
Desire to feed on joys divine. 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 6 Let humble penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
The Lord's Day. 1 VELCOME, 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 we may 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.
HYMN L. Preparations for religious Worship. 1 SAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,
Let my religious hours alone;
From flesh and sense I would be free,
And hold communion, Lord, with thee.
And kindles with a pure desire,
And feel thine influence from above.
When I can see thy glories shine,
And all that men call rich and great.
To cheer me in this barren land;
in sweet assemblage join,
Jesus, compar'd with thine.
and vain her blooming store;
her beauty is no more.
the Lord of glory dwells !
his radiant face conceals.
on strong immortal wing,
my Saviour and my King!
and there (divine employ!)
in songs of endless joy.
o'er all the blissful place;
and die, to see thy face?
HYMN LII. The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures. 1 LATHER of mercies ! in thy word
what endless glory shines !
for these celestial lines.
exhaustless riches find;