5 Let fin no more my foul enflave,
break, Lord, its tyrant chain;
O fave me, whom thou cam'st to save,

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nor bleed, nor die in vain!

HYMN IV.

For EASTER-DAY.
On the Refurrection.

INCE Chrift our Pafsover is flain,
a facrifice for all;

Let all, with thankful hearts, agree
to keep the Festival:..

2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
of fin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,
and truth's unleaven'd bread.
3 Christ being rais'd by Pow'r Divine,
and rescu'd from the grave,
Shall die no more; Death shall on him.
no more dominion have.

4 For that he died, 'twas for our fins he once vouchsaf'd to die :

But that he lives, he lives to God
for all eternity.

5 So count yourselves as dead to fin,
but graciously restor'd,
And made, henceforth, alive to God,
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

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HYMN V.

For the fame.

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HRIST from the dead is rais'd, and made the First Fruits of the tomb; For, as by man came death, by man did refurrection come.

2 For, as in Adam all mankind
did guilt and death derive;
So, by the righteousness of Chrift,
shall all be made alive.

3 If then ye risen are with Chrift,

feek only how to get

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The things which are above, where Chrift at God's right-hand is fet.

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HYMN VI.
For WHITSUNDAY.

come,

inspire the fouls of thine';{

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Till ev'ry heart which thou hast made
be fill'd with grace divine.
2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
and unction from above.
3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The Promise of the Father, thou
doft heav'nly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark fouls, till they
thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
with thy celestial grace.
5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
and give us peace within,
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
escape the snares of fin.

6 Teach us the Father to confefs, 7
and Son, from death reviv'd,
And thee with both, O Holy Ghost!
who art from both deriv'd.

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HYMN VII.
For the fame.

NOME, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, with all thy quick'ning pow'rs;

Kindle a flame of facred love,

in these cold hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below, fond of these earthly toys; Our fouls, how heavily they go, to reach eternal joys! 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, in vain we strive to rife! Hosannas languish on our tongues, and our devotion dies.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, with all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, and that shall kindle ours!

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HYMN VIII.
For the fame.

TE's come! let ev'ry knee be bent, all hearts new joy refume;

Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, "The Comforter is come."

2 What greater gift, what greater love, could God on man bestow?

Angels for this rejoice above, let man rejoice below! 3 Hail, Blessed Spirit! may each foul thy facred influence feel; Do thou each finful thought controul, and fix our wav'ring zeal!

4 Thou to the confcience doft convey those checks which we should know; Thy motions point to us the way; thou giv'st us strength to go.

HYMN IX.

For the HOLY COMMUNION.
From the Revelation of St. John.
HOU, God, all glory, honour, pow'r,
art worthy to receive;

Since all things by thy pow'r were made,
and by thy bounty live.

2† And worthy is the Lamb all pow'r,
honour, and wealth to gain,
Glory and strength; who, for our fins,
a facrifice was flain!

3 All worthy thou, who haft redeem'd,
and ransom'd us to God,
From ev'ry nation, ev'ry coast,
by thy most precious blood.
4 § Bleffing and honour, glory, pow'r,
by all in earth and heav'n,
To Him that fits upon the throne,

and to the Lamb be giv'n.

'Y God, and is thy Table spread?

HYMN X.

For the fame.

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Thither be all thy children led,

and let them thy sweet mercies know! 2 Hail facred Feast, which Jesus makes! rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes that facred stream, that heav'nly food! 3 Why are its dainties all in vain before unwilling hearts display'd? Was not for you the victim flain? 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 foul salvation fee, 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 Gofpel reft, till through the world thy truth has run, Till with this bread all men be blest who fee the light, or feel the fun!

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HYMN XI.

For the fame.

ND are we now brought near to God,
who once at distance stood?

And, to effect this glorious change,
did Jesus shed his blood?

2 O for a fong of ardent praise,
to bear our fouls above!
What should allay our lively hope,
or damp our flaming love!
3 Then let us join the heav'nly Choirs,
to praise our Heav'nly King!
O may that love which spread this board,
inspire us while we fing-
"Glory to God in highest strains,
" and to the earth be peace;

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"Good will from heav'n to men is come; " and let it never cease!"

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HYMN XII.

On the NEW-YEAR.

THE God of life, whose constant care

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With bleffings crowns each op'ning year,

My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual fong.

2 How many precious fouls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since to this day the changing fun
Through his laft yearly period run.
3 We yet survive; but who can fay,
"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 foul's abode;
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

5 To thee our fpirits we resign,
Make them and own them ftill as thine;
So shall they live secure from fear,
Though death should blaft the rifing 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 fin nor hell shall reach that place;
No groans to mingle with the fongs,
Resounding from immortal tongues:

8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded fun,
But facred, high, eternal noon.

9 O, long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and fin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To fleep in death, and rest with God.

HYMN XIII.

The CHRISTIAN'S HOPE.
HEN, rifing from the bed of death,
o'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

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