3 No drop remains of all the curse, For wretches who deserv'd the whole; No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce The guilty, but returning soul.

e 4 Peace, by such means, so dearly bought,

What rebel could have hop'd to see? p Peace-by his injur❜d Sov'reign wroughtHis Sov'reign fasten'd to the tree!

-5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare;
For strife with earth and hell begins;
Confirm and gird me for the war;
They hate the soul who hates his sins.

e Let them in horrid league agree!

They may assault, they may distress;
But cannot quench thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.
ARMLEY.

HYMN 78. C. M. ADDISON.

Thankfulness for Providential Goodness.

1

HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;
o Transported with the view, 'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

-2 [Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb 1 lay,
Or hung upon the breast.]

3 To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear;
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,

☛ Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.

5 When worn with sickness, oft hast
With health renew'd my face; [thou
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

6 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;

e Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

-7 Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

3 Through all eternity, to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
e For O, eternity's too short,
To utter all thy praise.

HYMN 2. SUNDAY.

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HYMN 81. 8s. RIPPON'S COLL.

Excellencies of Christ.

OW shall I my Saviour set forth? How shall I his beauties declare? O how shall I speak of his worth, Or what his chief dignities are? His angels can never express, Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace:e No! this is a myst'ry unknown.

g2 In him all the fulness of God

For ever transcendently shines; e Though once like a mortal he stood, To finish his gracious designs:

p Though once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free;
-His glory sustained no loss,
g Eternal his kingdom shall be.

-3 His wisdom, his love, and his pow'r,
Seem'd then, with each other to vie,
When sinners he stoop'd to restore,
p Poor sinners condemned to die!
He laid all his grandeur aside,
And dwelt in a cottage of lay:
Poor sinners he lov'd, till he died,
To wash his pollution away.

40 sinner, believe and adore,
The Saviour so rich to redeem!
No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him:
Come, all ye who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burden'd with sins,
Draw near, while with terrour you're
toss'd;

Believe-and your peace shall begin.

5 Now, sinner, attend to his call,
"Whoso hath an ear let him hear!"
He promises mercy to all,
Who feel their sad wants, far and near:
He riches has ever in store,
And treasures that never can waste:
Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and
Here's glory eternal at last. [more-

UXBRIDGE.

o Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives.

-4 Let earth's alluring joys combine; e While thou art near, in vain they call: o One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.

-5 Thy name, my inmost pow'rs adore;
o Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
d Depart from thee;-'tis death-'tis more!
'Tis endless ruin-deep despair!

e 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
-Still let me live beneath thine eye,
o For life, eternal life is thine.

HYMN 84. 7s. CowPER. Christ, the Refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii, 27.

1 ESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly;
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is nigh!
Hide me, O my Saviour bide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!

4 He lives-to grant me rich supply,
He lives-to guide me with his eye;
He lives-to comfort me when faint,
He lives-to hear my soul's complaint,

5 He lives-to silence all my fears,
He lives-to stop and wipe my tears;
He lives-to calm my troubled heart,
He lives-all blessings to impart.

6 He lives-my kind, wise heavenly Friend,

He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives and while he lives I'll sing,
He lives-my prophet, priest, and king,

7 He lives-and grants me daily breath,
He lives and I shall conquer death;
He lives-my mansion to prepare,
He lives-to bring me safely there.

o 8 He lives-all glory to his name!
He lives my Jesus, still the same:
e O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
"I know that my Redeemer lives?"
CASTLE STREET. TRURO.

HYMN 87. 7s. MADAN'S COL.

Life and Strength in Christ.

ON of God, thy blessing grant,
Still supply my ev'ry want;
Tree of life, thine influence shed,
With thy sap my spirit feed.

e 2 Tend'rest branch, alas! am I,
Wither without thee, and die;
Weak as helpless infancy;
O confirm my soul in thee!

3.Unsustain'd by thee, I fall
Send the strength for which I call:
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.

-5 This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue;
The robe of Christ is ever new.

o 60 let the dead now hear thy voice; o Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice;

Their beauty this, their glorious dress, g"JESUS THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS?? LEEDS.

HYMN 90. C. M. WATTS.

Holy Fortitude: or, the Christian Soldier.

1

A

MI a soldier of the cross?

A follower of the Lamb? e And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?

-2 Must I be carry'd to the skies On flow'ry beds of ease?

e Whilst others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas?

-3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood?

e Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?

04 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage Lord;

e

o I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shali conquer, though they die; o They view the triumph from afar, And sieze it with their eye.

o 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine,

g

In robes of victory through the skies-The glory shall be thine. ARUNDEL.

HYMN 91. 8, 7 & 4. KOBINSON. God the Pilgrim's Guide. Ps. xlviii, 14.

YUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim thro' this barren land;

I am weak but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand:
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open, Lord, the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliv'rer?

Be thou still my strength and shield.

e 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside;

HYMN 93. L. M: NEEDHAM.

Ministry of Angels. Ps. xei, 11.

1 EE, Gabriel swift descends to earth,
Glad to foretel a Saviour's birth;
Hark! a full choir of angels sing,
The new-born Saviour, and the King.

e2 Behold these swift-wing'd envoys wait
On Jesus, in his humble state;
p The desert and the garden prove
Their glowing zeal, their tender love.

3 They saw the Conqueror mount en
high,

To glorious worlds beyond the sky;
Escorted by a shining band,

To take his place at God's right hand.

-- Still are these glorious hosts above
Employ'd in messages of love;

On saints below they cheerful wait,
Nor think the work beneath their state.

5 Jesus, my Lord, my living Friend, May these thy servants me attend,

HYMN 94. C. M. ADDISON.

Servants of God always safe.

OW are thy servants bless'd, 0
Lord,

How sure is their defence!

• Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence.

-2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care;

Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air.

e 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne, High on the broken wave,

o They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.

-4 The storm is laid-the winds retire, Ob dient to thy will:

The sea that roars at thy command, At thy command is still.

e 5 In 'midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, Thy goodness we'll adore;

o We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more.

e

-6 Our life, while thou preserv'st_that Thy sacrifice shall be;

0

[life,

And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to thee.

DEVIZES.

HYMN 95. L. M. WESLEY.

Confidence and Joy in God. Hab. iii, 17, 18.

e 1 LTHO' the vine its fruit deny, Altho' the olive yield no oil; The with'ring fig-tree droop and die, The field delude the tiller's toil;

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2 Altho' the stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.

e 3 Tho' comfortless my soul remain,
And not a gleam of light appear;

a Tho' joy be sought, and sought in vais, And tho' despair itself be near;—

p4 Altho' assurance all be lost,

And blooming hopes cut off I see;
o Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he died for me.
PLBY EL'S