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And rising thence, their hopes he raised

To everlasting day!

The same Commission, from St. Mark,
5 Then joyfully, while life we have,
To Christ, our life, we'll sing,

xvi. 15, &c. and from St. Matt. xxviii.

18, &c.
• Where is thy victory, 0 grave?
. And where, 0 death, thy sting?" Go

10 preach my Gospel,' saith the


"Bid the whole earth my grace receive; Christ's Commission to preach the Gospel.

Explain to them my sacred Word,

Bid them believe, obey, and live! St. Matt. chap. X.

2 ' I'll make my great commission 10 forth, ye Heralds, in my name,


"And ye shall prove my Gospel true, The glorious Jubilee proclaim, By all the works that I have done,

Where'er the human race is found. And all the wonders ye shall do.
2 The joyful news to all impart, 3. Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,

And teach them where salvation lies; Go cast out deyils in my naine;
With care bind up the broken heart, Nor let my Prophets be afraid,
And wipe the tears from weeping • Though Greeks reproach, and Jews

8 Be wise as serpents where you go, 4. While ihus ye follow my commands,

But barmless as the peacefui dove, • I'm with you till the world shall endi And let your heaven-taught conduct All power is trusted in my hands; show

'I can destroy, and can defend.? That ye're commission'd from above. 15 He spake, and light shone round his 4 Freely from me ye have received,

head; Freely, in love, to others give; On a bright cloud to heaven he rode; Thus shall your doctrives be believed, They to the farthest nations spread

And, by your labours, sinners live. The grace of their ascended God.

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15 He comes, the broken heart to bind, ADVENT.

The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace, The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke, t' enrich

the humble poor. iv. 18, 19.

6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
ARK the glad sound, the Saviour Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arches ring
The Saviour promised long!

With thy beloved name.
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

2 Op him the spirit, largely pour'd,

The Blessedne;s of Gospel Times ; or, the
Exerts his sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

Reoclution of Christ to Jews and Gen-
His holy breast inspire.

tiles. Isa. v. 2, 7—10. Matt. xiii. 16, 17. 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, OW beauteous are their feet

In satan's bondage held,
The gates of brass before him burst, Who bring salvation on their tongues,
The iron fetters yield.

And words of peace reveal!
4 He comes, from thickest films of vice 2 How charming is their voice'
To clear the mental ray;

How sweet their tidings are !
And on the eyes oppress'd with night, Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
To pour celestial day.

• He reigns and triumphs bere.'

3 How happy are our ears

4'Who is the King of Glory, who?" That hear this joyful sound,

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, Which kings and prophets waited for, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erAnd sought, but never found.

threw, 4 How blessed are our eyes

And Jesus is the conqueror's name. That see this heavenly light!

5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits, Prophets and kings desired it long, And angels chant the solemn lay, , But died without the sight.

* Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 5 The watchmen join their voice, "Ye everlasting doors, give way! And tuneful notes employ,

6. Who is the King of Glory, who? Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

The Lord of boundless power possest, And deserts learn the joy.

The King of saints and angels too, 6 The Lord males bare his arm God over all, for ever blest! Through all the earth abroad!

Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.


The Penitent's Supplication. Christ dying, rising, and reigning. Thoalhamy crimes before thee lie, E dies! the Friend of sinners dies ! Bebold them not with angry look,

. round!

2 Create my nature pure within, A solemn darkness veils the skies!

And form my soul averse to sin: A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two Nor hide thy presence from my heart. For him who groan'd beneath your load; 3 I cannot live without thy light, He shed a thousand drops for you, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: A thousand drops of richer blood ! Thine holy joys, my God, restore, 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! And guard me that I fali no more. The Lord of glory dies for men ! 4 Tho' I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord But lo! what sudden joys we see! Thy help and comfort still afford; Jesus,

dead, revives again! And let a wretch come near thy throne, 4 The rising God forsakes the toinb: To plead the merits of thy Son. Up to his Father's court he flies; 5 A broken heart, my God, my Kingo! Cherubic legions guard him home, Is all the sacrifice I bring; And shout him welcome to the skies! The God of Grace will ne'er despise 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and A broken heart for sacrifice. tell

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, How high our great Deliverer reigns; And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And led the tyrant death in chains! And save the soul condemn'd to die. 6 Say, Live for ever, glorious King 17 Then will I teach the world thy ways; • Born to redeem, instruct, and save! Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; Then ask—o death, where is thy I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, sting!

And they shall praise a pard'ning God. And where thy victory, O grave! 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,

Salvation shall be all my song ;

And all my powers shall join to bless

The Lord, my strength and righteous Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7.


HYMN XXXI!I. O Lord is risen from the dead,

PENITENTIAL. The powers of hell are captive led,

Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4. Dragg’d to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,


Tow oft, alas! this wretched heart And angels chant the solemn lay,

Has wander'd from the Lord! Lift up your heads ye heavenly gates! How oft my roving thoughts depart, • Ye everlasting doors, give way!' Forgetful of his word! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, * Return;" And wide unfold the radiant scene; Dear Lord, and may I come! lle claims those mansions as his right, My vile ingratitude I mourn; Receive the King of Glory in.

O take the wanderer home.

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3 And canst thou, wilt thon yet forgive,

And bid my crimes remove ?

The Necessity of renewing Grace
And shall a pardon'd rebel live

To speak thy wondrous love?

TOW helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of its load! 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,

The heart unchanged can never rise
How glorious, how divine !

To happiness and God.
That can to life and bliss restore

2 The will perverse, the passions blind, So vile a heart as mine.

In paths of ruin stray:
5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Reason debased can never find
Dear Saviour, I adore;

The safe, the narrow way.
O keep me at thy sacred feet,

3 Can aught beneath a power divine And let me rove no more.

The stubborn will subdue ?

'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thibe

To fornı the heart anew.

4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
The Pool of Bethesda. John, v. 24. And upwards bid them rise;

And make the scales of error fall
Cow long, thou faithful God, shall I

From 'reason's darken'd eyes.
Here in thy ways forgotten lie?

5 To chase the shades of death away, When sball the means of healing be

And bid the sinner live!
The channels of thy grace to me?,

A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
2 Sinners on every side step in,

'Tis thine alone to give.
And wash away their pain and sin;
But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,

6 O change these wretched hearts of

Still lie expiring at the pool.
3 Thou covenant-angel, swift come down, Then shall our passions and our powers,

And give them life divine !
To-day thine own appointments crown;
Thy power into the means infuse,

Almighty Lord, be thine.
And give them now their sacred use.

4 Thou seest me lying at the pool. Watchfulness and Prayer. Mat. xxvi. 41,
i would, thou know'st I would be


What snares beset my way!
o let the troubled waters move, To heaven, 0 let me lift my eyes,
And minister thy healing love.

And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts comPENITENTIAL.


And melt in flowing tears!
That my load of sin were gone: My weak resistance, ah, how vain !

O that I could at last submit, How strong my foes and fears !
At Jesus' feet to lay it down!

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

My feeble efforts aid;
2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,

Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Though trembling and afraid.
Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 14 Increase my faith, increase my bope,

And stamp thine image on my lieart. When foes and fears prevail;
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And bear my fainting spirit up,
And fully set my spirit free;

Or soon my strength will fail.
I cannot rest, till pure within, 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

Or lure my feet aside,
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; My God, thy powerful aid impart,

Thy light and easy burden prove, My guardian and my guide. The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd 6 o keep me in thy heavenly way, blood,

And bid the tenipter flee;
The labour of thy dying love. And let me never, never stray
5 I would; but thou must give the From happiness and thee.

My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

The Joys of Headen.
6 , Lord, the

Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;

Inspire each lifeless tongue;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;

And let the joys of heaven inipart
My God, my Sariour, come away!

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2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, We're marching through Immanuel's And discord there shall cease;

ground, And perfect joy, and love sincere, To fairer worlds on high. Adorn the realms of peace.

HYMN XL. 3 The soul from sin for ever free, Shall mourn its power no more;

Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. But, clothed in spotless purity, Redeeming love adore.

Detain our heart and eyes, 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling Regardless of immortal joys, bright!)

And strangers to the skies! Th' exalted Saviour shines;

2 These transient scenes will soon decay, And bcams ineffable delight

They fade upon the sight; On all the heavenly minds.

And quickly will their brightest day 5 There shall the followers of the Lamb Be lost in endless night. Join in immortal songs;

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain! And endless honours to his name

With conscious sighs we own; Employ their tuneful tongues. While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and O'ersbade the smiling noon. love,

4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly Our feeble notes inspire;

Above these gloomy shades,
Till in thy blissful courts above, To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
We join th' Angelic choir.

Which sorrow ne'er invades!

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,
Heavenly Joy on Earth.

In ever blooming prospects rise,

, Unconscious of decay. And let our joys be known; 6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, Join in a song with sweet accord, To guide our upward aim !

And thus surround the throne. With one reviving touch of thine 2 The sorrows of the mind

Our languid hearts inflame. Be banish'd from this place;

17 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, Religion never was design'd

Our ardent wishes rise To make our pleasures less. To those bright scenes, where pleasures 3 Let those refuse to sing

spring That never knew our God,

Immortal in the skies. But fav'rites of the heavenly King

HYMN XLI. May speak their joys abroad.

The Christian's Confidence. 4 The God that rules on high,

THEN I can read my title clear And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, I'll bid farewell to every fear. And manages the seas:

And wipe my weeping eyes, 5 This awful God is ours,

2 Should earth against my soul engage Our Father and our love; He shall send down his heavenly powers Then I can smile at satan's rage,

And fiery darts be hurld. To carry us above.

And face a frowning world, 6 There shall we see his face,

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And never, never sin;

Let storms of sorrow fall;
There, from the rivers of his grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

So I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all : 7 Yes, and before we rise

4 There I shall bathe my weary soul To that immortal state,

In seas of heavenly rest, The thoughts of such amazing bliss

And not a wave of trouble roll Should constant joys create. 8 The men of grace have found

Across my peaceful breast. Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,

From faith and hope may grow.
The hill of Sion yields

Grace and Hope. Eccl.
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

IFE is the time to serve the Lord, 01 walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound,

And wbile the lamp holds out to buty And every tear be dry;

The vilest sinner may return.

Life the Day of 10.


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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


And with thyself my spirit fill.

9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
The Goodness of God. Nahum, i. 7. All I design, or do, or say;

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,

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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