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-4 (Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy names
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation caine:
The joyful news

Of sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd,

And peace with heav'n.) -5 (Be thou my Counsellor,

My Pattern and my Guide,
And, tbrough this desert land,
Still keep me near thy side.
O let my feet

Ne'er run astray,
Nor rove por seek

The crooked way! į
e 6 (I love my Shepherd's voies,

His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring soul among

The thousands of his sheep: b

He feeds his flock,

He calls their names,
His bosom bears

The tender lambs.)

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0 6 Immense compassion reigns.

In our Emmanuel's inc art,
When he descends to act
A Mediator's part:
He is a friend,

And brother too;
Divinely kivd,

Divinely true.

7 At length the Lord, the Judge,
His awful throne ascends,
Aud drives the rebels far
From favourites and friends:
Then shall the saints

Completesy prove 1'le beights and depths

Of all his love. WHITÇUURCI.

0 7 (To this dear Surety's band

Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfiis
His Father's broken laws,
Behold my soul

At freecom set!
My Surely paid

Tbe dreadful debt.

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HYMNS

AND

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

BOOK II.

COMPOSED ON DIVINE SUBJECTS:

HYMN 1. L. M.

A Song of Praise to God.
ATURE, with all her pow'rs

shall sing,
God the Creator, and the King;
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas,
Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 [Begin to make his glories known,
Ye sei aphs, who sit near his throne;
Tune your barps high, and spread the
To the creation's utmost bound. ] [sound.
3 [All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert your force, and own his pare;
Wbilst with our souls,and with our voice,
We sing his hoaours, and our joys.]
4 [To him be sacred all we have,
From the young cr: dle to the grave:
Our lips shall bis loud wonders tell,
And ev'ry word a miracle. ]

3G 8 Thus let our faming zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest song"; Let there be sung, with warmest joy, Hosanna-fiom ten thousand tongues. 9 Yet, mighty God our feeble frame, Attempts in vain to reach thy name; The.strongest notes that angels raise, Faint in the worship and the praise.

OLD HUNDRED.

-3 Why should we tremble to mn vey

Their bodies to the tomb? o There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,

And left a l0:18 perfume. - The graves of all the saints be bless'do

And soften'd every bed: e Where should the dying members rest,

But with the dying Head? o 5 Thence he arose, ascended high,

And shew'd our feet the way: o Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,

At the great rising day. s 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
Isle of WigaT. CANTERBURY.

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HYMN 3. C. M.

-2 Not all that tyrants think or say,

With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.
3 Should worlds conspire to drive me

hence, Moveless and firm this heart should lies Resolv'd (for that's my last defence)

If I must perish, here to die. e 4 But speak my Lord, and calm my fear

Am I not safe beneath thy shade? d Thy vengeance will not strike me here,

Nor Satan dare my soul invade. o 5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,

And all my foes shall lose their aim; o Hosanna to my dying God, And my best honours to his naine.

MUNION. PLEY EL'S.

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HYMN 6. C. M.

HYMN 8. C. M.
A Morning Song:

A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;

TOSANNA, with a ci'eerful sound,
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To God's upholding hand;
To Him who rolls the skies.

Ten thousand snares attend us round,

And yet secure we stand. 0 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound;

o 2 That was a most amazing pow'r,
Wide as the heav'n, on which he sits

That vais'd us with a word;
To turn the seasons round.

-And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,

We lean upou the Lord. - 'Tis he supports my mortal frame,

My ongue shall speak his praise; e 3 The evening rests our weary head,
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And angels guard the room;
And yet his wrath delays.

-We wake, and we amire the bed,

That was not made our tomb.
p 4 (On a poor worm thy pow'r might
And I could ne'er withstand; (tread,

4 The rising morning can't assure,
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead; That we shall end the day!
But merey held thine hand.

e For death stands ready at the door,

To seize our lives away. © 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled, Since the last setting sun;

e 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin, - And yet thou length'nest out my thread

To God's revenging law;
And yet my moments run.]

-We own thy grace, immortal King,

In ev'ry gasp we draw. e 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light:

o 6 God is our sun, whose daily-light • Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

Our joy and safety brings;
And bring a pleasant night.

Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
St. Ann's. BARBY. Beneath his shady wings.

ST. MARTIN'S. SUNDAI.
HYMN 7. C. M.
An Evening Song.

HYMN 9. C. M.
Like holy incense rise; (song,
Assist the off'rings of my tongue,

Godly Sorrow arising from the Suffer.
To reach the lofty skies.

ings of Carist. ,-2 Through all the dangers of the day,

P1 LAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
Thy hand was still my guard;

And did my Sov’reign die?
And still, to drive my wants away,

Would he devote that sacred head,
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.

For such a woran as I? o 3 Perpetual blessings from above

3 Was it for crimes--that I had done Encompass me around;

He groand upou the treeie But how few returns of love, a Amazing pity! grace unknown! Hath my Creator found?

And love beyond degree! p 4 What have I done for Him, who died e 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, To save my wretched soul?

And shut his glories in,
How are my follies multiply'd,

When God the mighty Maker, dy'd
Fast as the minutes roll?

For man the creature's sin.
e 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, e 5 Thuis might I hide my blushing face
To thy dear cross I fee;

While bis dear cross appears;
And to thy grace my soul resign, d Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness,
To be renew'd by thee.

And melt, mine eyes, in tears.
[6 Sprinkled afresh with pard’ning -6 But drops of tears can ne'er repas
I lay me down to rest,-

[blood,

The debt of love I owe;
As in the embraces of my Gori, o Here, Lord, I give myself-away-
Or on my Saviour's breast.]

'Tis all that I can do.
HYXN 2. WANTAGE.

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HYMN 10. C. M.

HYMN 12. C. M.

Curist is the Substance of the Levitica Parting with carnal Joys.

Priesthood. 1

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WHE true MESSIAH Dow appears, And bids the world farewell;

The types are all withdrawn: Base as the dirt beneath my feet,

o So fly the shadows and the stars, And mischievous as hell.

Before the rising dawn. 2 No longer will I ask your love, b 2 No smoaking sweets, nor bleeding Nor seek your friendship more;

Nor kids, nor bullocks slain; (lambs The happiness that I approve

Incense and spice of costly names Lies not within your pow'r.

Would ail be burnt in vain, e 3 There's nothing round this spacious -3 Aaron must lay his robes away, That suits my large desire; [earth

His mitre and his vest,o To boundless joy and solid mirth

e When God himself comes down to be My nobler thoughts aspire.

The off’ring and the priest. . 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood,

4 He took our mortal flesh to show From sin and dross refin’d;

The wonders of his love; Still springing from the throne of God, e For us he paid his life below,

And fit to cheer the mind. g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, 6 Father, he cries, forgive their sins, The glorious and the great,

For I myself have died; Brings his own All-sufficience there, d And then he shows his open'd veins, To make our bliss complete.]

And pleads his wounded side.

SUNDAY. CHRISTMAS. 0 6 Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd climb the heav'nly road;

HYMN 13. L. M. o There sits my Saviour drest in love, And there my smiling God.

The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, DORSET. CANTERBURY.

and Restoration of this world. ING to the Lord, who built the skies,

And prays for us above.

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frame; HYMN 11, L. M.

Let all the nations sound his praise,

And lands unknown repeat his name. The Same.

2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the

Made ev'ry drop and ev'ry dust;—[hills, Away, ye tempters of the mind, Nature and time, with all their wheels, -False as the smouth deceitful sea,

And put them into motion first. And empty as the whistling wind.

3 Now from his high imperial throne, p 2 Your streams were floating me a long

He looks far down upon the spheres; Down to the gulf of black despair; o He bids the shining orbs roll on, And whilst I listen’d to your song,

And round he lurns the hasty years, Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.

e 4 Thus shall this moving engine last,

'Till all his saints are gather'din; Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, o Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast That warn'd me of that dark abyss; To shake it all to dust again! That drew me from those treach'rous And bid me seek superior bliss. (seas, g 5Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,

And lightning burn the globe below, 6 4 Now, to the shining realms above o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, I stretch my hands and glance my eyes:

o There's a new heav'n and earth for you. u for the pinions of a dove,

OLD HUNDRED. BLEN PON. To bear me to the upper skies!

HYMN 14. S. M & 5 There, from the bosom of my God, Oceans of endless pleasure roll;

The Lord's Day: or, Delight in OrdiThere would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. 0 1 VELCOME–sweet dayof rest MupIch. PLEYEL'S.

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the Lord arise!

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