(II. 3) HYMN 34. 1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine Demands the soul's collected pow'rs; Gladly we now to thee resign These solemn, consecrated hours: O may our souls adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne ! 2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye Can ev'ry secret thought explore; May worldly cares our bosoms fly, And, where thou art, intrude no more: O may thy grace our spirits move, And fix our minds on things above! 3 Thy Spirit's pow'rful aid impart, And bid thy word, with life divine, Then shall the day indeed be thine; 1 IN loud exalted strains, The King of glory praise; O'er heav'n and earth he reigns, Through everlasting days; But Zion, with his presence blest, Is his delight, his chosen rest. 2 0 King of glory! come, And with thy favour crown This people as thy own. 3 Now let thine ear attend Our supplicating cries; Accepted to the skies: Spread its celestial influence round. 4 Here may the list'ning throng, Imbibe thy truth and love; Of seraphim above: HYMN 36. (L. M.) I FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone; Let my religious hours alone: And hold communion, Lord, with thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire, And feel thine influence from above. 3 When I can say that God is mine, When I can see thy glories shine, And all that men call rich and great. To chees me in this barren land; (L M.) HYMN 37. The dawn of tlıy returning day; While thus my early vows I pay. 2 I yield my heart to thee alone, Nor would receive another guest ; Eternal King ! erect thy throne, And reign sole monarch in, my breast. 3 O bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing. (III. 2.) HYMN 38. 1 TO thy temple I repair; Lord, I love to orship there; Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 2 While the pray’rs of saints ascend, God of love, to mine attend; 3 While I hearken to thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe, Life and immortality. Peace and pardon in thy name, Hear thee speaking from on high. 5 From thy house when I return, May my heart within me burn; (L. M.) After Sermon. 1 ALMIGHTY Father! bless the word, Which, through thy grace, we now have heard; O may the precious seed take root, Spring up, and bear abundant fruit ! Thus in thy courts to seek thy face: (IIL 5.) I LORD! dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; O refresh us For the gospel's joyful sound; May thy presence ADVENT. (C. M.) 1 HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promis'd long ! heart prepare a throne, Exerts his sacred fire; His holy breast inspire. Let every 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held; The iron fetters yield. To clear the mental ray ; To pour celestial day. The bleeding soul to cure, T'enrich the humble poor. Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heav'n's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. HYMN 42. (IIL 2) 1 HAIL, thou long expected Jesus, Born to set thy people free! From our sins and fears release us, Let us find our rest in thee. 2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints, thou art; Long desir'd of every nation, Joy of every waiting heart. 3 Born thy people to deliver, Born a child, yet God our King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; CHRISTMAS. (C. M.) Luke ii. 8-15. I WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, And glory shone around. Had seiz'd their troubled mind; • Glad tidings of great joy I bring “ To you, and all mankind. 3" To you, in David's town, this day "Is born, of David's line, "The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, "And this shall be the sign: 4 "The heay'nly babe you there shall find, "To human view display'd, "All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 6" All glory be to God on high, "Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to men, Begin and never cease." 66 HYMN 44. 1 WHILE angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, O may we lose these useless tongues, 2 Then let us swell responsive notes, 3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, 4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, Let heav'n and earth in concert sing, 5 Glory to God, in highest strains, 6 Till we attain those blissful realms, In their immortal strains! (C. M.) HYMN 45. (IIL 1.) 1 HARK! the herald angels sing |