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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.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,

'tis here our hope relies;
A safe defence, a peaceful home,

when storms of trouble rise.
5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

the souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,

with bliss divinely free.
6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,

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.
2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past;

Live this day, as if 'twere thy last :
To improve thy talents take due care ;

'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noon-day clear.
Think how th' all-seeing God, thy way

And all thy secret thoughts, surveys. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing

Glory to thee, eternal King.
5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir;

May your devotion me inspire ;
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.


6 May I like you in God delight,

Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will:
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I never more do ill.
7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refresh'd me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless life partake.
8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.
9 Direct, control, suggest this day,

All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite. 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

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Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,

Under thy own Almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,

The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may

Triumphing rise at the last day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make,

To serve my God, when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,

Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Divine love into me instil,

Stop all the avenues of ill. 7 Thought to thought with my soul converse,

Celestial joys to me rehearse;
And in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song.

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


HYMN XLVI. Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm. 1

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form’d us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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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.

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Fain would our hearts and voices raise

A cheerful song of sacred praise.
2 But all the notes which mortals know,

Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,

The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,

And worship at his sacred feet;
O let our warm affections move,

In glad returns of grateful love.
4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore,

But long to know and love thee more;
And whilst we taste the bread and wine,

Desire to feed on joys divine. 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,

To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,

Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 6 Let humble penitential woe,

With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart,
Life, hope and joy to every heart.


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;

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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 thine influence from above.
3 When I can say that God is mine,

When I can see thy glories shine,
I 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.

Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beauty. Isaiah

xxxiii. 17.
1 HOULD nature's charms, to please the eye,

in sweet assemblage join,
All nature's charms would droop and die,

Jesus, compar'd with thine.
2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,

and vain her blooming store;
Her brightness languishes to shade,

her beauty is no more.
3 But ah, how far from mortal sight

the Lord of glory dwells !
A veil of interposing night

his radiant face conceals.
4 O could my longing spirit rise

on strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,

my Saviour and my King!
5 There thousands worship at thy feet,

and there (divine employ!)
The triumphs of thy love repeat,

in songs of endless joy.
6 Thy presence beams eternal day

o'er all the blissful place;
Who would not drop this load of clay,

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 ever be thy name ador'd

for these celestial lines.
3 Here may the wretched sons of want

exhaustless riches find;

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