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When shall I your chorus join? HELMSLEY.

HYMN 61. C. M. CoWPER.

Lively Hope and Gracious Fear.

WAS a grov❜ling creature once,
And basely clear'd to earth;

I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.

-2 But God has breath'd upon a worm,
And sent me from above,
Wings such as clothe an angel's form,
The wings of joy and love.

o 3 With these, to Pisgah's top I fly,
And there delighted stand;
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promis'd land.

04 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promis'd it to me:

The length and breadth of all the plain,
As far as faith can see.

I know

This is my hope, my joy, my rest! Hither when hell, assails I flee, And look into my Saviour's breast: o Away, sad doubts, and anxious feare Mercy is all that's written there.

2 Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head, [begone; e Tho' strength, and health, and friends, Tho' joys be wither'd all, and dead, And every comfort be withdrawn; g Steadfast on this my soul relies-Father thy mercy never dies.

-3 Fix'd on this rock will I remain, e When heart shall fail, and flesh decay; g A rock which shall my soul sustain,

When carth's foundations melt away!

Manna, or Daily Supply. Exod. xvi, 18.

1 ANNA to Israel well supply'd]
The want of other bread;
While God is able to provide,
His people will be fed.

2 Of his kind care, how sweet a proof! It suited ev'ry taste:

Who gather'd most had just enough,
Enough who gather'd least.

0:3 'Tis still our gracious Lord provides,
Our comforts and our cares;
His own unerring hand provides,
And gives us each our shares.

e 4 He knows how much the weak can bear,

And helps them when they cry;
The strongest have no strength to spare,'
For such he'll strongly try.

-5 Daily they saw the manna come,
And cover all the ground;
But what they try'd to keep at home,?
Corrupted soon was found.

e 6 Vain their attempts to store it up; This was to tempt th· Lord:

o Israel must live by faith and hope, And not upon a hoard.

ST. ANN'S. MEAR.

HYMN 66. C. M. NEWTON,

Joys of Saints. Neh. ix, 10.

1. OY is a fruit that will not grow, In nature's barren soil;

e All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil.

-2 But where the Lord has planted grace, And made his glories known;— o There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are found-and there alone.

HYMN 69. L. M. CowTER.
Afflictions sanctified by the Word.

HOW I love thy holy word,
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!
It guides me in the peaceful way;
I think upon it all the day,

2 What are the mines of shining wealth? The strength of youth, the bloom of health?

What are all joys, compar'd with those Thine everlasting word bestows!

e 3 Long unafflicted, undismay'd, In pleasure's path, secure I stray'd: -Thou madst me feel thy chast'ning rod, o And straight I turn'd unto my God.

e 4 What tho' it piere'd my fainting heart • I bless thine hand that caus'd the smart; e It taught my tears a while to flow, • But sav'd me from eternal woe.

-3 Remember him who once applied With trembling for relief;

d "Lord, I believe," with tears he cried; "O help my unbelief."

-4 She too who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole,

d Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace; Thy faith hath made thee whole."

-5 Conceal'd amidst the gath'ring throng, She would have shun'd thy view; And if her faith was firm and strong, Had some misgivings too.

6 Like her, with hopes and fears we To touch thee if we may; [come, e Oh! send us not despairing homeSend none unheal'd away. YORK.