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2 Life is the hour that God hath given 14 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven; And with the angels bear thy part; The day of grace, and mortals may Who all night long unwearied sing Secure the blessings of the day. Glory to thee, eternal King. 3 The living know that they must die; 5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir; But all the dead forgotten lie; May your devotion me inspire; Their mem'ry and their sense is gone,

That I like you my age may spend, Alike unknowing and unknown. Like you may on my God attend. 4 Their hatred and their love is lost, 6 May I like you in God delight, Their envy bury'd in the dust; Have all day long my God in sight; They have no share in all that's done Perform like you my Maker's will: Beneath the circuit of the sun.

0! may I never more do ill. 5 Then what my thoughts design to do, 7 Glory to thee, who safe has kept, My hands, with all your might pursue; And hast refresh'd me while I slept: Since no device or work is found, Grant, Lord, when I from death shall Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. wake, 6 There are no acts of pardon past I may of endless life partake. In the cold grave to which we haste; 8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; But darkness, death, and long despair, Scatter my sins as morning dew; Reign in eternal silence there. Guard my first spring of thought and

will,
HYMN XLIII.

And with thyself my spirit fill.
INVITING

9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
The Goodness of God. Nahum, i. 7. All I design, or do, or say;
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E humble souls, approach your God; That all my powers, with all their
With songs of sacred praise,

might, For he is good, supremely good,

In thy sole glory may unite. And kind are all his ways.

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings 2 All nature owns his guardian care,

flow, In him we live and move;

Praise him, all creatures here below; But nobler benefits declare

Praise him above, ye angelic host; The wonders of his love.

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

HYMN XLV. To ransoin rebel worms;

Evening Hymn. 'Tis here he makes bis goodness known In its diviner forms.

LORY to thee, my God, this night, 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we coins, 'Tis here our hope relies;

Keep me, o keep me, King of kings, A safe defence, a peaceful home,

Under thy own Almighty wings. When storms of trouble rise. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, The ills that I this day have done; The souls who trust in thee;

That with the world, myself, and thee, Their humble hope thou wilt reward,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. With bliss divinely free.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,

The grave as little as my bed; What honours shall we raise !

Teach me to die, that so I may Not all th' angelic songs above

Triumphing rise at the last day. Can render equal praise.

4 0 may my soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine egelids close; HYMN XLIV.

Sleep, that may me more vigorous Morning Hymn.

make, Thy daily course of duty

5 When in the night I sleepless , Shake off dull sloth, and caily rise My sou with heavenly thoughts supply: To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past; No powers of darkness me molest. Live this day, as if 'twere thy last: 16 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep, T improve thy talents take due care; Close to my bed his vigils keep; Gainst the great day thyself prepare. Divine love into me instil, 3 Let all thy converse be sincere, Stop all the avenues of ill. Thy conscience as the noon-day clear: 7 Thought to thought with Think how th' all-seeing God, ihy ways converse, And all thy secret thoughta, surveys. Celestial joys to me rchearse;

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Sing to my God a grateful song. A cheerful song of sacred praise.
3 Praise God, from whom all blessings 2 But all the notes wbich mortals krow,

Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Praise him, all creatures here below; Far, far above our humbie songs,
Praise him above, ye angelic host; The thene demands immortal tongues.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
HYMN XLVI.

And worship at his sacred feet;

O let our warm affections move, Poraphrase' of the 100th Psalm.

In glad returns of grateful love.

4 Yes, Lord, we adore, Know that the Lord is God alone; And whilst we taste the bread and wine, He can create, and he destroy.

Desire to feed on joys divine. 2 His sov'reign power, without our aid, 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; To see thy wondrous love display'd; And when, like wand'ring sheep, we Thy broken tesh, thy bleeding veins, stray'd,

Thy dreadful agonizing pains. He brought us to his fold again. 6 Let humble penitential woe, 3 We are his people, we his care, With painful pleasing anguish flow; Our souls, and all our mortal frame; And thy forgiving love impart, What lasting honours shall we rear, Life, hope, and joy to every heart, Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful

HYMN XLIX.
songs,

The Lord's Day.
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

the Shall fill thy courts with sounding

Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes. praise. 6 Wide as the world thy command,

2 The King himself comes near

To feast his saints to-day; Vast as eternity thy love;

Here we may sit, and see him here, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,

And jove, and praise, and pray.
When rolling years shall cease to move. 3 One day amidst the place
HYMN XLVII.

Where Jesus is within,
Praise to the Redeemer. Is better than ten thousand days
TOAwake the sacred song
TO our Redeemer's glorious name of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay O may his love immortal flame!) In such a frame as this,

Tune every Heart and tongue. Till it is call'd to soar away 2 His love, what mortal thought can To everlasting bliss.

reach? What mortal tongue display?

HYMN L. Imagination's utmost stretch

Preparations for religious Worship.
In wonder dies away.
3 He left his radiant throne on high, FAR

VAR from my thoughts, vain world.
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die! Let my religious hours alone;

From fresh and sense I would be free.
Was ever love like this?
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

And bold communion, Lord, with ther. Our humble thanks to thee;

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, May every heart with rapture say,

And kindles with a pure desire, • The Saviour died for me.'

To see thy grace, to taste thy love, 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme

And feel thine influence from above. Fill every heart and tongue;

3 When I can say that God is mine, Till strangers love thy charming name, I tread the world beneath my feet,

When I can see thy glories shine,
And join the sacred song.

And all that men call rich and greal.
HYMN XLVIII.

+ Send comfort down from thy right
Communion with Christ.

hand, To 10 Jesus, our exalted Lord, To cheer me in this barren land; That nane, in heaven and earth And in thy temple let me know dored,

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HYMN LI.

12 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Thy hand supports and guides the Beauty. Isaiah, xxxiii. 17.

whole:
HOULD nature's charms to please the sun is taught by thee to rise,

And darkness when to veil the skies.
In sweet assemblage join,

8 The flowery spring, at thy command, All nature's charms would droopand die, Perfumes the air, and paints the land;

Jesus, compared with twine. The sumuner rays with vigour shine 2. Vain were her fairest beains display'd, To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

And vajn her blooming store; 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Her brightness languishes to shade, Through all our coast redundant stores; Her beauty is no more.

And wuters, soften'd by thy care, 3 But ah, how far from mortal sight No more the face of horror wear. The Lord of glory dwells !

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and A veil of interposing night

days His radiant face conceals,

Demand successive songs of praise; 4 O could my longing spirit rise And be the grateful homage paid, On strong immortal wing,

With morning light and evening shade.
And reach thy palace in the skies, 6 llere in thy bouse let incense rise,
My Saviour and my King!

And circling sabbaths biess our eyes, 5 There thousands worship at thy feet, Till to those lofty heights we soar,

And there (divine employ!) Where days and years revolve no more.
The triumphs of thy love repeat,

HYMN LIV.
In songs of endless joy.
6 Thy presence beams eternal day

A Funeral Thought.
O'er all the bussful place; HA

TARK! from the tombs, a mournful
Who would not drop this load of clay,

sound,
And die to see thy face?

My ears, attend the cry:
HYMN LII.

| Ye living men, come view the ground The Excellency and Sufficiency of the

Where you must shortly lie.
Scriptures.

12 Princes, this clay must be your bed, ATHER of mercies! in thy word

In spite of all your towers !
The tall, the wise, the reverend head

Must lie as low as ours.'
For ever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.

3 Great God! is this our certain doom? 2 Here may the wretcher sons of want

And are we still secure?
Exhaustless riches find;

Still walking downward to the tomb',
Riches above what earth can grant,

And yet prepare no more!
And lasting as the mind.

4 Grant us the power of quickening • Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,

grace,
Ard yields a free repast,

To fit our souls to fly;
Sublimer sweets than pature knows

Then when we drop this dying flesh,
Invite the longing taste.

We'il rise above the sky.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice

HYMN LV.
Spreads heavenly peace around;

A Charity Hymn.
And life, and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heavenly pages be

Thou, in glory unconfined,
My ever dear delighi;

Deign'st 10 make thy hun ble dwelling
And still new beauties may I see,

With the poor of humble mind.
And still increasing light.

2 As thy love, through all creation,
6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,

Beani's like thy cillusive light;
Be thou for ever near;

So the scound and humblestation
Teach me to love thy sacred word,

Shrinks before thine equal sight.
And view my Saviour there.

3 Thus thy care, for all providing,

Warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue,
HYMN LIII.

Who, the lot of all deciding,
The Seasons crowned with Goodness. To thy chosen Israel sung:
Psalm Ixv. 11.

4 When thine harvest yields thee plea-
TERNAL every joy! sure,
While in thy temple we appear, To the poor belongs the treasure
To bail thee, sov'reign of the year. Of the scatter'd ears behind.

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And in my stead, all the night long, Fain would our hearts and voices raiso Sing to my God'a grateful song, A cheerful song of sacred praise. 3 Praise God, from whom all blessings 2 But all the notes which mortals know, flow,

Are weak, and languishing, and low; Praise him, all creatures here below; Far, far above our humble songs, Praise him above, ye angelic host; The theine demands immortal tongues. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet, HYMN XLVI.

And worship at bis sacred feet;

O let our warm affections move,
Poraphrase' of the 100th Psalm.

In glad returns of grateful love. BEFORE Jehovah's awfulctleroner 4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; But long to know and love thee more; Know that the Lord is God alone; And whilst we taste the bread and wine, He can create, and he destroy. Desire to feed on joys divine. 2 His sov'reign power, without our aid, 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; To see thy wondrous love display'd; And when, like wand'ring sheep, we Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins, stray'd,

Thy dreadful agonizing pains. He brought us to his fold again. 6 Let humble penitential woe, 3 We are his people, we his care, With painful pleasing anguish flow; Our souls, and all our mortal frame; And thy forgiving love impart, What lasting honours shall we rear, Life, hope, and joy to every heart, Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful

HYMN XLIX. songs,

The Lord's Day. High as the heaven our voices raise;

ELCOME, sweet day of rest, And earth, with her ten thousand WEL

That saw the Lord arise; tongues,

Welcome to this reviving breast, Shall fill thy courts with sounding

And these rejoicing eyes. praise. 6 Wide as the world

2 The King bimself comes near thy command,

To feast his saints to-day; Vast as eternity thy love;

Here we may sit, and see him here, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,

And love, and praise, and pray.
When rolling years shall cease to move. 3 One day amidst the place
HYMN XLVII.

Where Jesus is within,
Praise to the Redeemer.

Is better than ten thousand days
TAwake the sacred song ?
TO our Redeemer's glorious name of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay O may his love immortal fame!) In such a frame as this,

Tune every heart and tongue. Till it is callid to soar away 2 His love, what mortal thought can To everlasting bliss.

reach? What mortal tongue display?

HYMN L. Imagination's utmost stretch

Preparations for religious Worship. In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, FAR

VAR from my thoughts, vain world. Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth bleed and die !

Let my religious hours alone;

From flesh and sense I would be free. Was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

And hold communion, Lord, with the Our humble thanks to thee;

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

And kindles with a pure desire, May every heart with rapture say, • The Saviour died for me.'

To see thy grace, to taste thy love,

And feel thine influence from above. 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue;

3 When I can say that God is mine, Till strangers love thy charming name, I tread the world beneath my feet,

When I can see thy glories shine, And join the sacred song.

And all that men call rich and greal. HYMN XLVIII.

4 Send comfort down from thy right Communion with Christ.

hand, 10 Jesus, our exalted Lord,

To cheer me in this barren land;

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HYMN LI.

12 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Thy hand supports and guides the Beauty. Isaiah, xxxiii. 17.

whole:
VOULD nature's charms to please The sun is taught by thee to rise,

And darkness when to veil the skies.
In sweet assemblage join,

: The flowery spring, at thy command, All nature's charms would droopand die, Perfumes the air, and paints the land; Jesus, compared with toine.

The summer rays witu vigour shine
2 Vain were her fairest beains display'd, To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

And vajn her blooming store; 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Her brightness languishes to shade, Through all our coast redundant stores;
Her beauty is no more.

And winters, soften'd by thy care, 3 But ah, how far from mortal sight No more the face of horror wear. The Lord of glory dwells !

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and A veil of interposing night

days His radiant face conceals,

Demand successive songs of praise ; 4 O could my longing spirit rise And be the grateful homage paid, On strong immortal wing,

With morning light and evening shade. And reach thy palace in the skies, 6 Here in thy bouse let incense rise, My Saviour and my King!

And circling sabbath bless our eyes, 5 There thousands worship at thy feet, Till to those lofty heights we soar, And there (divine employ :)

Where days and years revolve no more. The triuinphs of thy love repeat,

HYMN LIV.
In songs of endless joy.
6 Tby presence beams eternal day

A Funeral Thought.
O'er all the büssful place; HA

ARK! from the tombs, a mournful Who would not drop this load of clay,

sound,
And die to see thy face?

My ears, attend the cry:
HYMN LII.

Ye living men, come view the ground The Excellency and Sufficiency of the

• Where you must shortly lie. Scriptures.

12 · Princes, this clay must be your bed, NATHER of mercies! in thy word

'In spite of all your towers ! What endless glory shines !

The tall, the wise, the reverend head

Must lie as low as ours.' For ever be thy name adored

3 Great God! is this our certain doom? For these celestial lines.

And are we still secure? 2 Here may the wretcher sons of want Exhaustless riches find;

Still walking downward to the tomb, Riches above what earth can grant,

And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the power of quickening And lasting as the mind. Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,

grace, And yields a free repast,

To fit our souls to fly; Sublimer sweets than pature knows

Then when we drop this dying flesh, Invite the longing taste.

We'il rise above the sky. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice

HYMN LV.
Spreads heavenly peace around;

A Charity Hymn.
And life, and everlasting joys

ORD of life, all praise excelling, Attend the blissful sound. 5 O may these heavenly pages le My ever dear delighi;

Deign'st to make toy hun ble dwelling And still new beauties may I see,

With the poor of humble mind.
And still increasing light.

2 As thy love, through all creation, 6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lori,

Beanis libe thy dillusive light;
Be thou for ever near;

So the scoru'd and humble station
Teach me to love thy sacred word,

Shrinks before thine equal sight.

3 Thus thy care, for all providing, And view my Saviour there.

Warin'd ihy faithiul prophet's tongue,
HYMN LIII.

Who, the lot of all deciding,
The Seasons crowned with Goodness. To thy chosen Israel sung:
Psalm Ixv. 11.

4 When thiue harvest yields thee plea

sure, Well may thy praise our lips employ, Theu the golden sheaf shalt bind, While in thy temple we appear, To the poor belongs the treasure To hail thee, sov'reign of the year. of the scatter'd ears behind.

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