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CHRIST from the dead is raised, and Her comel let every knee be bent,

, come, Till every heart which thou hast made *THOV, God, all glory, honour,


For the same.

For the same.

All hearts new made The First Fruits of the tomb;

Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent,

• The Comforter is come.' For, as by man came death, by man

2 What greater gift, what greater lor, Did resurrection come.

Could God on man bestow ? 2 for, as in Adam all mankind

Angels for this rejoice above, Did guilt and death derive;

Let man rejoice below! So, by ihe righteousness of Christ,

3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul Shall all be made alive.

Thy sacred influence feel; 3 If then ye risen are with Christ,

Do thou each sinful thought control,
Seek only how to get
The things which are alsove, where 4 Thou to the conscience dost convey

And fix our wavering zeal !

Those checks which we should know; At God's right band is set.

Thy motions point to us the way;

Thou giv'st us strength to go.


FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION. Inspire the souls of thine;

From the Revelation of St. John.

power, 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift

Art worthy to receive ; of God, and fire of love;

Since all things by thy power went

made, The everlasting spring of joy, And unction from above.

And by thy bounty live. 3 Thy gists are manifold, thou writ'st

2 + And worthy is the Lamb all power, God's law in each true heart;

Honour, and wealth to gain, The promise of the Father, thou

Glory and strength; who for our sins Dost heavenly speech impart.

A sacrifice was slain! 4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they

3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem', Thy sacred love embrace;

And ransom'd us to God, Assist our minds, by nature frail,

From every nation, every coast, With thy celestial grace.

· By thy most precious blood. 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,

4 $ Blessing and honour, glory, power, And give us peace within,

By all in earth and heaven,

To him that sits upon the throrie, That, by thy guidance blest, we may

And to the Lamb be given. Escape the snares of sin.

HYMN X. 6 Teach us the Father to confess,

For the same.
And Son, from death revived,
And thee with both., O Holy Ghost,

God, and is thy table spread?
Who art from both derived."

Thither be all thy children led,
For the same.

And let them thy sweet mercies

know: With all tly quickening powers;

blood! Kindle a flame of sacred love

Thrice happy he who bere partakes In these cold hearts of ours.

That sacred stream, that heavenly 2 See how we grovel here below,

food! Fond of these earthly toys;

s Why are its dainties all in vain Our souls how heavily they go,

Before unwilling hearts display'd? To reach eternal joys!

Was not for you the victim slain? 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, Are you forbid the children's bread! In vain we strive to rise !

4 O let thy table honour'd he, Hosannas languish on our tongues, And furnish'd well with joyful guests!

And our devotion dies. 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,

And may each soul salvation see, With all thy quickening powers ;

That here its holy pledges tastes! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, Chap. iv. Chap. v. 12. Chap. V. And that shall kindle ours.

Ver. 13.



COME Holy Spirit Weave moverse 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes

Drawn by thy quickening grace, 08 No more alarms from ghostly foes, Lord,

No cares to break the long repose; In countless numbers let them come, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Ind gather from their Father's board, But sacred, high, eternal noon. The bread that lives beyond the tomb ! 9 o, long expected year! begin; i Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest, Dawn on this world of woe and sini Till thro' the world thy truth has run, Fain would we leave this weary road,

with this bread all men be blest To sleep in death, and rest with God. Who see the light, or feel the sun !

For the same.

The Christian's Hope.

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Who once at distance stood ?

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, And, to affect this glorious change, I see my Maker face to face; Did Jesus shed his blood?

O how shall I appear! 2 0 for a song of ardent praise, 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, To bear our souls above!

And mercy may be sought, What should allay our lively hope, My heart with inward horror shrinks, Or damp our flaming love!

And trembles at the thought; 3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, 13 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand dis To praise our heavenly King!

closed O may that love which spread this board, In Majesty severe, Inspire us while we sing

And sit in judgment on my soul; 4 Glory to God in highest strains, O how shall I appear! And to the earth be peace;

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, "Good-will from heaven to men is come; Who does her sins lament, And let it never cease!

The tiinely tribute of her tears

Shall endless woe prevent.

5 Then see the sorrow of my heart, ON THE NEW YEAR.

E'er yet it be too late; WE God of life, whose constant care And hear my Saviour's dying groans, T With blessings crowns each opening To give these sorrows weight. year,

6 For never shall my soul despair My scanty span doth still prolong, Her pardon to procure, And wakes anew mine annual song. Who knows thy only Son has died, 2 Ilow many precious souls are fled To make her pardon sure. To the vast regions of the dead, 7 Great God! with wonder and with Since to this day the changing sun

praise Through his last yearly period run! On all thy works I look ; 3 We yet survive; but who can say, But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, Or through this year, or month, or day, Shine brighter in thy book. I shall retain this vital breath, 8 The stars, that in their courses roll, Thus far, at least, in league with Have much instruction given; death ?"

But thy good word inforrns my soul 4 That breath is thine, eternal God; How I may soar to heaven. Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; 9 The fields provide me food, and show It holds its life from thee alone,

The goodness of the Lord; On earth, or in the world unknown. But fruits of life and glory grow 5 To thee our spirits we resign,

In thy most holy word. Make them and own them still as thine; 10 Here are my choicest treasures bid, So shall they live secure from fear, Here my best comfort lies Though death should blast the rising Here my desires are satisfy'd, year.

And here ny hopes arise. 6 Thy children, panting to be gone, 11 Lord, make me understand thy law, May bid the tide of time roll on, Show what my faults have been; To land them on that happy shore, And from thy Gospel let me draw Where years and death are knuwn no Pardon for all my sin.

12 Here would I learn how Christ has 7 No more fatigue, no more distress,

Nor sin, nor hell shall reach that place; To save my soul from hell;
No groans to mingle with the songs, Not all the books on earth beside
Resounding from immortal tongues : Such beavenly wonders tell.


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13 Then let me love my Bible more,

HYMN XV. And take a fresh delight, By day to read these wonders o'er, On the Glory of God in the Starry Hes And meditate by night.

Dens: Being a Translation of Part of

the 19th Psalm of David.
On Gratitude to God.

TIE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereai sky, Wh THEN all thy mercies, O my God, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, My rising soul surveys,

Their great original proclaim. Transported with the view, I'm lost 2 Th' unweariedun, from day to day,

In wonder, love, and praise ! Does his Creator's power display, 2 0 how shall words with equal warmth and publishes to every land The gratitude declare,

The work of an Almighty hand. That glows within my ravish'd heart! 3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, But thou canst read it there.

The moon takes up the wondrous tale; 3 Thy providence my life sustain'd, And nightly, to the listening earth, And all my wants redrest,

Repeats the story of her birth; When in the silent womb I lay,

4 Whilst all the stars that round her And hung upon the breast.

burn, 4 To all my weak complaints and cries and all the planets in their turn, Thy mercy lent an ear,

Confirm the tidings as they roll, E’er yet my feeble thoughts had learni And spread the truth from pole to pole

. To form themselves in prayer. 5 What though in solemn silence all 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Move round the dark terrestrial ball; Thy tender care bestow'd,

What though no real voice nor sound Before my infant heart conceived Amidst their radiant orbs be found;

From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 6 When in the slippery paths of youth And utter forth a glorious voice, With heedless steps I ran,

For ever singing as they shine, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, The hand that made us is divine.'

And led me up to man. 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and

HYMN XVI. deaths, It gently clear'd my way,

On the Providence of God: taken chiefly And through the pleasing snares of vice, from the 232 Psalm of David

More to be fear'd than they. 8 When worn with sickness, oft bast TAnd feed me with a shepherd's care;

THE Lord , thou With health renew'd my face; His presence shall iny wants supply, And when in sins and sorrows sunk, And guard me with a watchful eye;.

Revived my soul with grace. 2 My noon-day walks he shall atiend, 9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss And all my midnight hours defend; Has made my cup run o'er;

When in the sultry glebe I faint, And in a kind and faithful friend Or on the thirsty mountain pant. Has doubled all my store.

3 To fertile vaies and dewy meads 10 Ten thousand thousand precious My weary wandering steps he leads, gifts

Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, My daily thanks employ;

Amid the verdant landscape flow. Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 4 Though in the paths of death I tread,

That tastes those gifts with joy. With gloomy horrors overspread; 11 Through every period of my

life My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, Thy goodness I'll pursue;

For thou, O Lord, art with ine stili: And after death, in distant worlds, 5 Thy friendly crouk shall give me aid, The glorious theme reuew.

And guide me through the dreadful 12 When nature fails, and day and night shade: Divide thy works no more,

Though in a bare and rugged way, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Through devious lonely wilds 1 stray, Thy mercy shall adore.

6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, 13 Through all eternity to thee The barren wilderness shall smile, A joyful song I'll raise;

With sudden greens and herbage For oh! eternity's too short

crown'd, To utter all thy praise.

And streams shall murmur all around



For the Mercies of Redemption.

Which be used at Sea or on Land. Α' LL-glorious God, what hymns of LORD: for the just thou dost provide;

praise Shall ovir transported voices raise!

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence. What ardent love and zeal are due, While heaven stands open to our view!!2 Though they through foreign lands

should roam, 2 Once we were fall'n, and 0 how low!

And breathe the tainted air
Just on the brink of endless woe;
When Jesus, from the realms above,

In burning climates, far from home; Borne on the wings of boundless love,

Yet thou, their God, art there. S Scatter'd the shades of death and 3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil,

Makes every country please; night, And spread around his heavenly light! Thou on the snowy hills dost smile,

And smooth'st the rugged seas!
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souis impoverish'd and undone!

4 When waves on waves, to heaven 4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,

upreard, A bright inheritance as ours;

Defy'd the pilot's art;
Where saints in light our coming wait, When terror in each face appear'd,
To share their holy, happy state!

And sorrow in each heart;

5 To thee I raised my humble prayer, HYMN XVIII.

To suatch me from the grave!

I found ihme ear not slow to hear, For Public Mercies and Deliverances.

Nor short thine arm to save! Salis power and grace shall be our

; 6 Thou gav'st the word--the winds did

cease, song ;

The storms obey'd thy will, From bim alone all mercies flow; The raging sea was hush'd in peace, His arm alone subdues the toe!

And every wave was still ! 2 Then praise this God, who bows his For this my life, in every state, ear

A life of praise shall be ; Propitious to his people's prayer ;

And deaih, when death shall be my And though deliverance he inay stay, fate, Yet answers stili in his own day,

Shall join my soul to thee. 3 O may this goodness lead our land,

Still saved by thine Almighty hand, Prayer and Hone of Victory.
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King;
4 Till every public temple raise

Attend his people's humble cry;
A song of triumph to thy praise;

Defend them in the needful hour, And every peaceful private home

And send deliv'rance from on high. To thee a temple shall become. 2 In his salvation is our hope, 5 Still be it our supreme delight

And in the name of Israel's God To walk as in thy glorious sight;

Our troops shall lift their banners up, Still in thy precepts and thy fear, Til life's last hour, to persevere.

Our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train'd for war,

And some of chariots make their

boasts ;
On God's Dominion over the Sea. Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts! G Bids ahi the rolling waves rejoice;

4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear,

And let our trust be firm and strong, And one soft word of thy command

Till thy salvation shall appear, Can sink them silent in the sand.

And hymns of peace conclude our song, 2 The smallest fish that swims the seas, Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;

HYMN XXII. And largest monsters of the deep,

For the Use of the Sick. At thy command, or rage or sleep.

CHEN dangers, woes, or death are S This is thy glorious power adored

nigh, Among the watery nations, Lord ! Past mercies teach me where to fly : Yet men, who trace the dangerous Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, waves,

When sickness grieves, and pains in. Forget the mighty God who mves!


Now powy the God of grace and





2 To all the various helps of art 4 If half the strings of life should Kindly thy healing power impart;

break, Bethesda'st bath refused to save,

He can our frame restore, Unless an Angel bless'd the wave. And cast our sins behind his back, 3 All med'cines act by thy decree, And they are found no more. Receive commission all from thee; 5. To him I cry'd, Thy servant save, And not a plant which spreads the plains, 'Thou ever good and just; But teems with health, when heaven. Thy power can rescue from the grave; ordains.

• Thy power is all my trust!'
4 Clay and Siloam's i pool, we find, 6 He heard, and saved my soul from
At heaven's command restored the death,

And dry'd my falling tears:
And Jordan's † waters bence were seen Now to his praise I'd spend my breath,
To wash a Syrian leper clean.

Through my remaining years.
5 But grant me nobler favours still,
Grant me to know and do thy will;

Purge my foul soul from every stain,

On the same.
And save me from eternal pain.
6 Can such a wretch for pardop sue? My God, since thou hast raised me
My crimes, my crimes arise in view,
Arrest niy trembling tongue in prayer, Restored by thine Almighty power,

Thee I'll extol with thankful voice;
And pour the horrors of despair.
7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs,

With fear before thee I'll rejoice.

2 With troubles worn, with pain opMy tortur'd breast, my streaming

eyes; To me thy boundless love

pressid, My God, my Father, and my friend.

To thee I cry'd, and thou did'st save; 8 These lovely names I ne'er could Thou did'st support my sinking hopes,

My life did'st rescue from the grave. plead, Had not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed;

3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, His blood procures for human race

With me sing praises to the Lord; Admittance to the throne of

Call all his goodness to your mind,

grace. 9 When sin has shot its poisoy'd dart,

And all his faithfulness record. And conscious guilt corrodes the heart, 4 Mis anger is but short; his love, His blood is all-sufficient found

Which is our lite, hath certain stay; To draw the shaft and heal the wound. Griet' may continue for a nigbt, 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin

But joy returns with rising day!

5 Then what I vow'd in my distress, What venom gives such pain within ? Thou great Physician of the soul,

In happier hours I now will give, Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. And strive, that in my grateful verse 11 O! if I trust ihy sov'reign skill,

His praises may for ever live. And bow submissive to thy will,

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Sickness and death shall both agree

The blest and undivided Three To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.

The one sole Giver of all life,

Glory and praise for ever be.

On Recovery from Sickness.

Funeral Consolations.
THEN we are raised from deep H

EAR what the voice from heaven

declares Our God deserves our song;

To those in Christ who die!
We take the pattern of our praise Released from all their earthly cares,
From Hezekiah's & tongue.

They reign with him or high.'
2 The gates of the devouring grave 2 Tben why lament departed friends,
Are open'd wide in vain,

Or shke at death's alarms
If he that holds the keys of death Death's but the servant Jesus sende
Command them fast again.

To call us to his arms.
3 When he but speaks the healing word, s If sin be pardon'd we're secure,
Then no disease withstands;

Death hath no sting beside;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, The law gave sin its strength and
And fly, as he commands.


But Christ, our ransom, died ! * John, y: 4. John, ix. 7. | 2 Kings, 4 The graves of all his saints he blendi.

V. 10. Isaiah, xxxix. 9, SC When in tbe grave he lay i


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