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HYMNS AND PRAYERS, 
 
 ADAPIKD TO THE 
 
 WORSHIP OF GOD, 
 
 IN 
 
 SHARON. 
 
 BY DAVID WILLSON. 
 
 ** The praise of God is tiie duty of 
 
 man. 
 
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 PRINTED FOR THE ACTHOK, ny a. ,S. r„UTKK. 
 
TO THE READER, 
 
 In composing ^nd publishing these Hymns 
 the object has been not to give them a wide 
 circulation, or tovintroduce them into other 
 religious assemblies, but rather to confine them 
 to the field of service wherein they were found 
 (as a peculiar favour from the Giver of Gifts) 
 adapted to the Worship of God ;^— in Sharon 
 on Sabbath Days. 
 
 We rather limit their space because of their 
 singularity ; and because they were composed 
 without any pretension to the skill of learned 
 poets who have written before us ; but to be 
 used as the product of an illiterate mind adapted 
 to the necessities of an illiterate people ; con- 
 taining truths easy to be understood without 
 the aid of an interpreter : and to be used as 
 the offerings of a simple people unto God. 
 
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m'MNS AND PRAYERS, 
 
 ADAPTED TO THK 
 
 - WORSHIP OF GOD, 
 
 HYMN I. 
 
 XrO envy shall my heart poBsess* 
 11 Nor covet s;oU in store ; 
 But God the Father's love to bJoss, 
 Aud I shall need no more. 
 
 The spring of love so /rently flow?, 
 So clear 's the cieansinjr stream, 
 
 1 drink no envy to my foes, 
 The love of God 's so clean. 
 
 The blood of Jesus bids me hear, 
 'T is vj^akenin^r to my soul ; 
 
 It wakes mine eyes to see most clear 
 His groans to loudly call. 
 
 Hi.s soul commands my feet to move* 
 
 From all my sins to flee. 
 To come and drink of heavenly love 
 
 So dear he bought for me I 
 
 He gave his bleeding life for mine 
 The piercing pains to feel, 
 
 Hegave his body »o divine 
 My wounded heart to heal. 
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 HYMN II. 
 
 LORD, let me know thy nam* 
 And thy baptizing stream. 
 Partake the blood of all thy pain. 
 Thy griefs will make me clean. 
 
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 • Thou on the earth ehalt stand. 
 
 My fc'oul shall see thee there, 
 A prince to give my heart command, 
 An ear to hear my prayer. 
 
 Thy blood did freely flow 
 , Thou bought'st my soul with pain. 
 Thou conquer'dst Death with every foe. 
 
 For glory on thy name. 
 
 Thou art the Father's love, 
 ■ Thou cam'st to the distress'd. 
 Thou bad'st my feet to gently move. 
 
 My soul to be at rest. 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 WHY did the Lord forbid my rest 
 Or draw me with the cords of lov©. 
 Till I was number'd with the blest 
 Who rest with him in heaven above ? 
 
 He saw me idle, and in vain, 
 There is a time for thanks and praise ; 
 A time to know a Saviour's name. 
 And number all his mournful days, 
 
 A time to taste the precious wine 
 Which freely from his heart did flow. 
 To know his heart that bled for mine. 
 The Father and the Son to know. 
 
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 A time to read bis precepts o'er, 
 A time to mourn aitd drink his love, 
 A time when we shall weep no more, 
 A time to rise to heaven above. 
 
 Hie calls like arrows pierced me through. 
 He wak'd my soul with grief and pain. 
 That I might give to him his due. 
 And glorify and praise his name. 
 
 HYMN IV. 
 
 LORD, I thy Son in glory jseo 
 Above the powers of earth beJow, 
 And he 's with love inviting me. 
 To love his friends and shun his foe. 
 
 He is thy name below the sun. 
 Of him the mournful prophets tell ; 
 He is with thee, and is to come. 
 Far from the powers of oaith and hell. 
 
 His presence is the joy of life, 
 His blood blots out the sinfnl !«tain, 
 He is the end of pride and f^trife. 
 The will and glory of thy name. 
 
 Why should my mind despise his lot 
 
 Because a heavy^ load he bore ? 
 
 His griefs shall never be forgot. 
 
 But Christ, the Son, shall mourn no more. 
 
 Give me a portion with the blest. 
 For I have found their counsels so. 
 Receive my soul, and give me rest. 
 Far from the powers of eartii bolow. 
 
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 IJYMN V. 
 
 MY heart witli joy can speak aloiuf. 
 My Saviour's friendly love I feel. 
 Ills spirit clothed with the cloud. 
 Comes down my broken heart to heal. 
 
 Why should I mourn for earth's proud name, 
 N Or yet for crowns or priests contend ? 
 
 1 For sects and parties arc in vain, 
 
 2 And crowns and councils have an end. 
 
 Jesus, a prince of higrh decree. 
 Was of the house of David borii. 
 His name is royal unto me. 
 For power and might is in his arm. 
 
 In him, alone, I place my trust. 
 To kings and kingdoms humbly bow. 
 And in the end I will be blest, 
 So God the Father's with me now. 
 
 HYMN VI. 
 
 SWEET are thy counsels O my God, 
 They came my troubl'd heart still. 
 To call my thoughts from far abroad. 
 To taste thy love and do thy will ! 
 
 Thy word, O God *s the bread I need, 
 Thy Itfe to cheer my soul as wine, 
 T/ie land where thou didst Israel feed. 
 To satisfy this heart of mine. 
 
 Thy love, O God »s a spring of joy, 
 Thou lead'st thine own and waters there, 
 ' Tis there no worm the vine destroys, 
 Ti* thers, the olive tree doth bear." 
 
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HYMNS AND PRAYKRS. 
 
 "Tis there tho flocks do rest in peac^. 
 And there thou feed'Ht tho old nnd younur, 
 'Tis there the Hpnnfr doth never coase, 
 Nor dost tliou still the prai.^ing ton^e. 
 
 HYMN VII. 
 
 COME, brother, to this henrt of mine. 
 The liord doth for my soul provide. 
 -4nd he will give a part to thine. 
 Who nothinnr to my soul denied. 
 
 He all and all apain restores. 
 With milk and wine his love doth feed, 
 Ho dries away these putrid sores. 
 And heals the heart so prone io bleed, 
 
 flis love ne 'or fails nor bread decays. 
 \} here to tho mount ho calls hifi owii. 
 Nor doth he still our hov.cth of praine, i 
 
 Nor loave our souls to live alone. * 1 
 
 lie 9{\\h our foes with deeds of shame 
 
 And bids our altars upward ri.<e, ' 
 
 And ho gives wi^dojii to hi*i own. 
 
 Ah to hiw will we sacrifice. j 
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 1 18 thee I Jon^ to know, * 
 1 hy Son doth teach mo «o. 
 
 'When shall I oec the balance rest I 
 
 That all mv actions weicrh '? / 
 
 When will thy Son pronoimce mc ble»< 
 And Wot my gins away ? . j 
 
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 |,iTo thee will I lift up mine eyes, 
 
 f' I '11 seek thy name to see ; 
 If thou dost dwell in lighted skies. 
 Come in the cloud to me. 
 
 From thee, some servant condescend^ 
 To count and know my pain. 
 
 To teach my soul, whom I offend, 
 To fear and dread thy name. 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 LORD, mine idle hours shall fleo 
 I x^ Like chafi before the wind, 
 / I '11 v/ash my robes, and come to thee, 
 
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 And say that I have sinn'd. 
 
 If thou to me wilt mercy show, 
 
 then thy name I '11 see. 
 
 Thy love I Ml feel, thy name I Ml know. 
 As thou giv'st grace to me. 
 
 I '11 not for crowns of honor thirst, 
 
 1 '11 feed upon thy name ; 
 
 In every deed thy name be first. 
 Then not one hour is vain.. 
 
 My cup with consolation fills. 
 
 My sins begin to tlee. 
 And thou my troubl'd bosom stills. 
 
 As thou com'st near to me. 
 
 HYMN X. 
 
 OIjORD, extensive, bright, and clear. 
 Thy name to Israel did appear ; 
 To Israel thy salvation came. 
 Because thou bless'd tliem widi thy name. 
 
 
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HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Such deeds as theirs let me pursue. 
 My lifetime, or my journey through ; 
 For I Hkewise a bieasin^ crave, 
 Thy Son to teach my soul to save. 
 
 From deeds, my sinful heart inspires, 
 
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 Lord, from error make me clean. 
 Thou cam'st dark sinners to redeem. 
 
 To change their heart, and lead their way, 
 From error, to a lasting day. 
 
 HYMN XI. 
 
 LORD, clothe me with a Saviours name 
 And let thy Son again appear, 
 A Son of sorrow and of pain ; 
 Give me a priest to see and hear. 
 
 Why should I stray for want of bread 
 From where the Shepherd's flocks do feed, 
 Or from the land where Israel fed, 
 Or yet despise the bread I need. 
 
 I '11 seek the path a Saviour trod, 
 For he is in the way before ; 
 
 1 '11 seek for Jacob's bless'd abode. 
 There's hunger nor there's thirst no tmt9. 
 
 There shall the wean- nations rest. 
 And there shall tribes together join. 
 There kindred of the eartli are blest, 
 And there shall yqH this heart of mint. 
 
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 'No ear shall hear my spirit crj-, 
 Nor einners see mine eyes to weep ; 
 '1' is there, js^ood spirits never die, 
 Tiiere, rest tlio souls of those that iloop 
 
 HYMN XII. 
 
 OLORI), thy praise continue still, 
 And all thy works h >t me adore ; 
 'l^hepo are directed by ihy will, 
 And these shall bo for evermore. 
 
 Teach me to praise thee with my tonjrue. 
 My soul be join'd to those that praise, 
 Let me rejoice where pniife is sung'. 
 And see tlie liirht of David's days. 
 
 Let Abram's name on earth be bleit 
 To all on whom the sun do rise ; 
 Gather the nations to their rosi. 
 And Isjrael to his sacriilce. 
 
 JjCt thrones ariye in Jacob's namo 
 For freobom noun lo .sit upon. 
 Let David's kin^rdoni coine again. 
 And all thy son« that 's dead and gone. 
 
 Givo Josiis Chrif«t a froodly rest 
 In every heart thst owns thy Tsame, 
 With him let every tribe b<? blesl. 
 And let his precepts lule again. 
 
 iiive him a place l^elow the skiep, 
 'I'o him the tribes of earth l»e join'd ; 
 jii* ffoochness and his Gofspels ri-e, 
 A ptiuce *,o loving, good, and kind. 
 
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 HYMN XIII. 
 
 OLORD, could I thy goodness ne© 
 My soul would love and praise thy nam*, 
 Mine all I 'd sacrifice to thee. 
 My joys, uiy sorrows, and my pain. 
 
 My soul shall see thy grace abound. 
 And the imprison 'd captives free ; 
 Mine ear shall hear the trumpet sound. 
 And hail with joy the jubilee I 
 
 Why should I wait for men to com* 
 To speak aloud, or tell thy name ? 
 1 M be a servant to thy son. 
 That never spoke nor taught in vain ! 
 
 My hope should rise, my fears depart. 
 And vanish like the clouds of day. 
 His flowing blood would cheer my heart. 
 And wash my darkest sins away.' 
 
 HYMN XIV. 
 
 DEEP are the fountains of thy love 
 And thou hast plenteous bread in store. 
 Thy blessings from the worlds above 
 Descend on earth for evermore. 
 
 Thou art the God of life and power 
 That bidd'st thy will on earth be done ; 
 A treasure, whore no worms devour, 
 A blessing, evermore to como. 
 
 O Father, make mine heart thine owa 
 And lot my Saviour enter there. 
 Set Jesua on King David's throne 
 And lot his name the sceptre bear. 
 
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 Let me be numbered with ihe just 
 Where thou forbid'st my sins to be. 
 Lord, give to me no other trust 
 Save that which is alone in thee. 
 
 Receive my praise, my thanks be known. 
 To all that are in heaven above. 
 And with the righteous make my tomb. 
 And ever feed me with thy love. 
 
 HYMN XV. 
 
 COME near, my kindred, to the throne 
 Where Jesus in the bosom reigns, 
 O taste his love, his name be known, 
 'His blessings and his dying pains. 
 
 Count o'er the griefs his mother bore. 
 His mournful brothers when they fled ; 
 For Jesus groan'd to groan no more. 
 And for our sins a Saviour bled. 
 
 He died to set the captives free, 
 His life was for a painful cause. 
 He died upon that shameful tree, 
 And sorrow'd where the harden'd was. 
 
 O Jesus, enter in my breast, 
 Thy mind 's a spirit all unseen ; 
 With me, O Lord, take up thy rest. 
 Thou guv'st thy blood to make me clean, 
 
 HYMN XVI. 
 
 THY word is life for evermore. 
 That bid the raging billows cease. 
 That calls the wandering to the door. 
 And feeds them with tho bread of poaco. 
 
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 These, from the fountains of thy love. 
 The wine of consolation draw. 
 They 're blest with dew from heaven above. 
 The holy precepts of tiiy law. 
 
 Their souls rejoice and give thee praise. 
 And say the power and glory 's thine. 
 Because thy love directs their ways. 
 Because thine hand draws out the line. 
 
 Thine heart with songs of praise doth flow. 
 And these partake descending love. 
 And these thy name and power do know. 
 Our God, our Saviour, Saint, and Jove ! 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 OH, may my heart be taught to feel 
 The friendly blessings of thy will. 
 That doth thv life to me reveal. 
 And bid my passions all be still. 
 
 Thou art the rock of ages past, 
 The Lord that all the prophets knew, 
 Thou art the first, ;in.l will be last, 
 Creator, God, and Saviour too. 
 
 O may my soul thy name adore, 
 And all my limbs be taught to j)raiso, 
 My thanks remain for evermore. 
 Thy love, with blessings crown my days. 
 
 All honor to my God I owe. 
 Submission, day by day is duo. 
 His arm is strong against my foe. 
 His love "s a llovving fountain too. 
 
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 mMN XVIII. 
 
 THOU soiirro of everlasting light 
 By whom tho siii? did rise, 
 That onvc io evor\' star thrir light 
 And plao'd thorn in the skiea. 
 
 That tfiught tho floods their bounds to know. 
 
 And bid the geas be still ; 
 Whose arm doth conquer evor}' foe, 
 
 Because it is thy will. 
 
 Th\' word, a lamp before mine ©yes. 
 
 Shall long direct my feet, 
 And where the lost and wandering cries 
 
 I Ml run their souls to meet. 
 
 Thou eri my bread, and life, and davs. 
 
 Mine all to thee belongs, 
 Thou gav'pit to me a harp of praine. 
 
 And fiird my heart with fcongs. 
 
 While life and breath my limbs can move. 
 While I can move my tongue, 
 
 I *il tell the wondoi-8 of thy love, 
 I MI be where praise is bung. 
 
 My soul shall join the lasting fold 
 
 With kindred blessings nigh, 
 Mv spirit is like days of old 
 
 \Vith flocks and shepherds by. 
 
 HYMN XIX. 
 
 I'LL hope in God, my Saviour'i nam*, 
 He love and truth will send. 
 To teach my spirit all is vain 
 That dotli mv God offend. 
 
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 HTMN8 AND PRATERS. 
 
 IIi:« word 's salvation, and ia praui« 
 
 Descending from above, 
 The morning light of all onr daj-w. 
 
 The blessings of his love. 
 
 With wine, O Lord, thou cheer'st my •oul, 
 And comfort'st me with bread, 
 
 Thou mak'st my broken spirit whole. 
 And heal'd the heart that bled. 
 
 While I my limbs and tongue can moT» 
 
 Thy wonders I '11 declare, 
 My morning tongue shall tell thy love. 
 
 My soul shall teach in prayer, 
 
 Thv spirit is my God and King, 
 
 And saints attend thy name. 
 And angels, praise around thee sing 
 
 And triumph over pain. 
 
 Thy name and praise my theme whall be> 
 I Ml make thy wonders known. 
 
 In death my soul shall rise to thee 
 And bow before thy throne. 
 
 HYMN XX. 
 
 WHEN I with saints the banquet join 
 Far from my restless foe. 
 Part of their blessings will be mine, 
 And I, their God shall know. 
 
 The Lord will cast away my fear, 
 
 And bid my soul to rise, 
 He '11 call my wandering spirit near 
 
 And make the f?imple wise. 
 
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 ilo, for my foet, with stopping-stoncii 
 
 Will lead my way before. 
 Ho '!1 lead me to the ancient tombs 
 
 And 1 shall seek no more. 
 
 Tlio Spirit of the Lord I '11 find 
 
 And all his servants by. 
 With them ho '11 bless my livingr mind, 
 
 Nor bid my spirit die. 
 
 My sonl shall flow with thanks and praise 
 
 Like to the rising stream, 
 He Ml clothe my sonl with ancient days, 
 
 And bid my robes be seen. 
 
 He will enlarge my living breast 
 And strangers will come in. 
 
 And with the saints he '11 build my rest 
 Far from the deeds of sin. 
 
 HYMN XXI. 
 
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 WELCOME my Saviour to my breast 
 With all the griefs thou bore, 
 Thv sorrows are the way to rest 
 Where pain shall be no more. 
 
 Receive my soul, O Saviour dear. 
 
 And offer me to God, 
 'T is through thy blood I 'n drawing near, 
 
 And washing in thy blood. 
 
 When angry foes against me rise 
 And in their wrath they swear. 
 
 Each tribulation makes me wise. 
 Each sorrow strong to bear. 
 
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 I MI own thy name whore monarchs reign, 
 
 Nor will I dread nor fear ; 
 I *m call'd to glorify thy name. 
 
 To make thy life appear. 
 
 A thousand tongues shall sound thy praise. 
 
 To thee the harp be join'd, 
 My soul shall own King David's days. 
 
 And peace with thee I '11 find. 
 
 Assembled tribes shall give thee praise 
 That sitt'st on David's throne. 
 
 And monarchs bow and loam thy ways. 
 That griov'd and wept alone. 
 
 HYMN XXII. 
 
 HOW deep, O Lord, the stone doth lie 
 Thou build'st the Church upon. 
 The top thereof doth reach so high 
 To those who 're dead and gone. 
 
 The living do adore thy name 
 For thou direct'st their dust. 
 
 Through the deep valleys of their pain 
 They lean upon thy trust : 
 
 Thou art a God that's present by 
 
 Our ever needful store, 
 Who teachest where the stone doth lie. 
 
 That cannot move no more. 
 
 Thou mov'st our feet to upward rise 
 
 And let thy paths be seen. 
 Thy name 's a light before our eyes, 
 
 A field for ever green ! 
 
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 Thy love '» a sprinjgr that never dricF, 
 Whose fountain 's clear and deep. 
 
 For thou the mourner's heart suppUes 
 And comfort'st those that weep. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. 
 
 WHAT blessing. Lord, my spirit finds 
 While in the hidden way. 
 My spirit meets a thousand minds 
 Of those who 're pass'd away : 
 
 Who speak salvation to my soul, 
 
 Who call the stranger in, 
 Thou mak'st tlie broken-hearted whoU 
 
 And heal'st the wounds of sin. 
 
 The Lord doth bid their spirit rise, 
 
 As suns do rise and shine ; 
 'Hiese are a light before mine eyes 
 
 To light this way of mine.. 
 
 These, these have trod the path before. 
 
 And bless'd the hidden way ; 
 These, these partake and mourn no more» 
 
 For these my soul doth pray. 
 
 O Priest and Prophet bear my mind, 
 
 (I bear a heavy load,) 
 Grant that my soul your rest may find» 
 
 With you make mine abode. 
 
 Blest by the Father and the Son 
 
 Your deeds of life to see, 
 Let us receive you as you comc» 
 
 Your nanie is given to me- 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Blest by the living God so kind 
 Whom all the meek adore, 
 
 With you, my soul a home shall find 
 To part with you no more I 
 
 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 LORD, mako my garments clean, 
 From every sinful stain, 
 Thv blood baptiae, thy love redeem, 
 And clothe me virith thy name. 
 
 My sin *s a crimson die, 
 . A load of guilt to bear. 
 But there are cleansing waters by, 
 
 A heart, and house of prayer. 
 
 O Lord, my stain remove. 
 Baptize me in thy blood. 
 And clothe my broken heart with love, 
 And give my soul to God. 
 
 Oh, give my spirit rest 
 For I am weary here, 
 With woe and grief I feel oppress'd. 
 And tremble in my fear. 
 
 HYMN XXV. 
 
 rriHY Spirit as the morning light, 
 1. Lord, from the opening tombs. 
 Attends me through the weary night ; 
 (With thee great wisdom comes.) 
 
 Her hands with robes of ancient days, 
 
 With blessings to restore, 
 Her hands direct to hills of proisc, 
 
 Her feet, to pin no more. 
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 Sho is tho presence of the Lord, 
 
 With visions deep and strong^. 
 She teaches from the hlcsH'd record. 
 
 And sings King David's song. 
 
 She bids tho Fnints in lipht appear. 
 
 She showa a flowinir broastt 
 She calls my wandering spirit netr 
 
 With her to build my rest 
 
 HYMN XXVI. 
 
 "f |7 HILE life remains, and thou art by, 
 ft That caird my soul to rise, 
 1 will walk with thee till I die. 
 Or thou asceud'st tho skies I 
 
 An altar for my soul thou built. 
 
 And did my hands prepare. 
 To offer offerings for my guilt,— 
 
 Thy pardon meets me tliero. 
 
 Thou plac*d thy name in waters deep. 
 
 And bado my .soul descend. 
 Thou taught'st mine eyes by night to weep, 
 
 To shun a mournful end. 
 
 Thine hand oppress'd my living breast 
 
 With thoughts I did conceal. 
 Thou bad'st me see the saints at r©«t. 
 
 Their mournful lives reveal. 
 
 My spiiit 's by thy blessing fed, 
 
 ^hou hast a living store ; 
 Mv heart is by thy spirit led, — 
 
 i crave nor thirst no more. 
 
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 HYMN XXVII. 
 
 HOW slippery are the paths wo tread, 
 (By nature prone to ill). 
 We stray where flocka are never fed. 
 Nor fountains never still. 
 
 We drink of wine, again wo thirst, 
 
 (Such as the earth afford). 
 We feed on counsels that are curs'd. 
 
 And so oftend the Lord. 
 
 We 're hasteninjr to the bars of death. 
 The grave is deep and strong, 
 
 *T is there no mortal draws hin breath, 
 Nor praise thee with a song. 
 
 I Ml wash my robes where blood doth flow, 
 I Ml feed where fields are green, 
 
 I Ml shun the world, my dangerous foe, 
 And with the saints be seen. 
 
 My life in union there shall join, 
 
 IMl shun the sinfnl fold, 
 I Ml live by order, and by liuo. 
 
 By truths that Jesus told. 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. 
 
 THY love 's a garment bright and clean 
 Washed in that blood-flowing stream. 
 Bought by the ofTerings of thy son 
 For every babe and harmlcKs one. 
 
 'Tis thou, O Lord, from whonco ho came 
 Who gave thy honor'd son his name, 
 'T *s thou, who caus'd his heart to bleed. 
 Where shepherds drink and flocks do feed. 
 
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 'T is thou thai brought him to the door 
 To comfort and to feed the poor. 
 Thou gav 'st him hfo their needs to feeU 
 And balm to all their bruises heal. 
 
 Thou mak'st the broken-hearted whole. 
 And hcal'st with love the afflicted soul ; 
 Thou call'st the heart within to move, 
 With melted bowels sing thy love. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 THINE eyes behold me when astray,. 
 Thou plac'd thy son before. 
 And thou declared he is the way, — 
 He all my faiUngs bore. 
 
 I plac'd my fcjt by thy command. 
 
 My soul was safely led, 
 I built no buildings on the sand. 
 
 Nor crowns upon my head. 
 
 Thou taught'st my soul that I was dust 
 And bade my tongue declai'e. 
 
 In thee, alone, is all my trust. 
 And all my comfort 's there. 
 
 Thou bidd'st my soul inspire to praise 
 For mercies thou hast shown ; 
 
 To call to mind King David's days. 
 And bow before thy throne. 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 LORD, how deep the mystery hes. 
 How easy to explain ; 
 All 's well when thou wilt hear our cries^ 
 And not one breath in vaia. 
 
IIVMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Thy spirit is our staff and stay. 
 Our judge of right and wrong, 
 
 Our peaceful path, our heavenly way. 
 Our prayer, our praise, our song. 
 
 Thy word, O Lord 's a fountain deep. 
 Which all her banks o'erflow. 
 
 Thy heart doth heal the eyes that weep, 
 And saves us from our foe. 
 
 Thv love, O God 's so skilfully built 
 
 Tnat none can it deform. 
 Within, there 's pardon from our guilt 
 
 And safety in the storm. 
 
 The babos, unnumber'd blessings feel, 
 'J'heir hearts are meek and low. 
 
 To these, thou mysteries dost reveal. 
 To these thy bosom flow. 
 
 HYMN XXXI. 
 
 OLORD, redeem my soul from guilt, 
 Give me a thankful tongue. 
 To taste the blood so freely spilt. 
 And feed upon thy son. 
 
 For thou hast made his life my meat 
 
 Who for my sins did die ; 
 Teach me to worship at his feet. 
 
 And for his mercies cry. 
 
 O Lord, he 's risen, may I share 
 
 The blessings of his tmnb, 
 Mv Lord did die, and slumber there 
 
 Till the bless'd morn did come. 
 
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 He rose, to God ascending high. 
 
 Taught as he did before ; 
 Thus did his Christ for sinners die^ 
 
 And liv'd to die no more. 
 
 Tliis is the pathway of his f^et 
 Who calls my soul to move ; 
 
 To make his blood my drink and meat^ 
 And then declare his love. 
 
 HYMN XXXH. 
 
 OLORD, direct my feet to tread 
 In the still paths that Jesus led ; 
 Teach me, O, God, till I refrain 
 From actions that are all in vain, 
 
 O Lord, lift op mine eyes to see 
 Thai Chiist, my Bavionr, is with thee t 
 That Father, SToIj Gho^t, and Son, 
 Lord of the earth, is only one. 
 
 Teach me with parties to agree. 
 Who all are seen and known by thee ; 
 Teach me contention is in vain. 
 Against my peace, against thy name. 
 
 I^t me pnnsne the paths of love. 
 So thon direct'st from heaven above ; 
 Thro' love the kindred nations meet 
 And humbly worship at thy feet 
 
 HYMN XXXm. 
 
 TEACH me, O God, where I shall dwell. 
 Give mo small portions of thy grace 
 To shun the paths that lead to hell. 
 To dread and fear the doleful place. 
 
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 Altbo' I taste of griefs below. 
 Give me a heart to mourn for thee, 
 That I may thy salvation kuow. 
 That thou may'st send thy son to m: 
 
 He is an imafce of thine own, 
 And thou hast given to him thy name. 
 And when the son on earth is known. 
 The Lord is known from whence he came. 
 
 O Lord, receive my heart within 
 And call my limbs to all obey. 
 And let the peaceful day begin 
 Which nevermore shall pass away. 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 OLORD, may I be taught to fear. 
 My head to bow, mine oar to hear ; 
 Oh, may my heart with opening doors 
 Receive from thy etornal stores : 
 
 The wine, that from thy love doth flow, 
 Thp milk, my spirit long doUi know, 
 Are sweeter than the honey-comb, 
 And fit my spirit for the tomb. 
 
 This body is a load of clay 
 Which soon must move and pass away. 
 But life and truth Khali long endure 
 My heart to heal, my soul to cure. 
 
 Mt mind shall take the stranger in. 
 Who knows wry heart, and feels my eis 
 For thee, my God, I will remove. 
 Give Uioe my heart and drink thy lore 
 
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 WHEN I my heart to Jesus give 
 And all my failings own, 
 Mis spirit long with me will live, 
 No more 1 '11 dwell alone. 
 
 Ko will be with me day and night 
 
 And all my sorrows *feel» 
 He '11 hear m'y cries, and take delight 
 
 My wounds and griefs to heal. 
 
 Ho '11 bear mo, upward I shall rise. 
 
 The stone ho huiids upon 
 Is where the monrnrul prophet lies. 
 
 Where Jesus found the tomb. 
 
 He '11 wash me from my sin and guilt 
 
 And clothe me with his blood, 
 I '11 know the blood of Jesus spilt. 
 
 And bow, and worship God. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 IORD, ];Iace my feet where I shall stand. 
 J Nor bid the stone to move. 
 And feed mo with thy great command 
 And lot me foel thy love ! 
 
 The rock of ages wise and strong 
 
 The builders built upon. 
 Pursuing deeds, were never wrong. 
 
 And built their peace thereon. 
 
 Lord, may I in the balance weigh 
 
 The deeds of former davs, 
 And see thy eon in light this day 
 
 All crown'd with peace and praise. 
 
HTMNS AND PRATERS. 
 
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 place hia feet before mine eyes, 
 The humble clothes he wore. 
 
 And at his feet I '11 sacrifice. 
 Nor leave his name no more. 
 
 HYMN XXXVIL 
 
 BENEATH thy banners. Lord, I '11 feed. 
 And at thy feet I '11 lie, 
 
 1 '11 drink the wine thou hast decreed, 
 Nor shall my spirit die. 
 
 To thee, O God, I '11 upward look 
 
 For all the crumbs I need, 
 I '11 dread and fear the vital stroke, 
 
 For mercy I will plead. 
 
 Have mercy. Lord, upon us still. 
 
 With lovo chastise the young-. 
 Reveal thy heart, and teach ihy will, 
 
 Give mo a teaching tongue. 
 
 Endue me with thy needful owe, 
 
 I '11 seek thy love to find ; 
 Oh, feed me where the vine doth bear, 
 
 According to thy mind. 
 
 HYMN XXXYIU. 
 
 THY Spirit, Jesus, leads to life 
 Beyond a world of woes. 
 And there shall all my sorrows cease^ 
 Thou wilt my mind compose. 
 
 But a few steps I have to go 
 
 Before thy rod I '11 feel. 
 Thou wilt consume my life away, 
 
 My soul in death conceal. 
 
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 I shall go where the prophets bled, 
 And Son of Man was bound ; 
 
 Through death I shall their spirit see, 
 Through thee their lives be found. 
 
 I will lift up mine hand to thee 
 
 But not profanely swear. 
 That these are living with my God 
 
 A ad all my hope is there. 
 
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 JTie blessings of God to his Son. 
 
 ON thee shall rains and dews descend. 
 I Ml ever place my name on thee, 
 Thy life on earth shall never end 
 Because thy spirit »s born of me. 
 
 Why should thy foes arise and speak ? 
 Thou art an image of mine own ; 
 Thou cam'st with love to bless the meek. 
 To build thy rest on David's throne. 
 
 I *ve bless'd thee with a lasting love ! 
 Thus spake the Father to the So- ; 
 And all that are in heaven above 
 On earth are with this holy one ! 
 
 He is my name on earth below. . 
 In vain do men against him rise. 
 He *s ever stronger than his foea. 
 And light and truth are in his •y»«. 
 
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 HYMN XL. 
 
 The blessings of the Son to his people, 
 
 IN tribulation wise and deep 
 The shepherd makes the flock hb own, 
 He taught the idle eyes to weep, 
 And bow before his royal throne. 
 
 Jesus, his name shall ever be, 
 A Son, a Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
 A Saviour, Lord, he is from thee, 
 Bless*d is the shadow of his wing. 
 
 His own, with love, he gathers there, 
 (The Shepherd and the flock 's his own). 
 He doth the royal sceptre bear. 
 His spirit rules upon the throne. 
 
 He bids his servants all to tell 
 His name is harmless, wise, and strong. 
 He lives beyond the powers of hell. 
 The all- wise Judge of right and wrong. 
 
 HYMN XLL 
 
 The Blessings of HumUiiy. 
 
 OLORD, I '11 seek thy feet and weep. 
 I »11 strew ray tears upon the ground. 
 For thou awoke me from my sleep. 
 Where peace and joy was never found. 
 
 A blessing at thy hand I crave. 
 Oh, place my feet with Jesus dear. 
 Who gave his life my soul to save. 
 Who bought salvation with a tear. 
 

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 In thee, O God, alone I trust, 
 Mav Jesus and thy kingdom come 
 io frame my heart, and mould my dust. 
 Accordmg to that holy one. ^ ' 
 
 O Lord, take all my fears away, 
 
 i* or those are i^rarmonts lon^r I Ve worn 
 
 hear my spirit when I nrtv. 
 lie with me, Jesus, when I mourn. 
 
 HYMN JVLII. 
 
 T/ic Blessings of Lore. 
 
 LORD how tender is thy care 
 Who mak'st my broken heart thine own. 
 1 or thou art. near to form my prayer. 
 
 1 hy spirit 's with me when alone. 
 
 Bless'd dews and rains from thee descend. 
 And thou command'st our fields to grow. 
 1 hy blessings Lord, do never end. 
 1 he spnngs of life for ever flow. 
 
 Thou multipli'st thy children dear. 
 And placest grapes upon the vine. 
 Ihy voice proclaims the summer near 
 And all the fields and fruit are thine. 
 
 The younff. thou dost with caution lead, 
 i he old. thou visit'st with thy care. 
 A he young and old together feed. 
 * or thee, the vine and tree do bear 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
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 HYMN XLllI. 
 
 The miseries of Sin. 
 
 LORD, the dark garment long I 've wore, 
 Imprison'd in tho gates of death. 
 Till thou wouldst leave me there no more 
 A prisoner in a sinful earth. 
 
 The cloud upon my spirit bore. 
 Oh, how I felt ray heart oppressed. 
 My heart within was griev'd and sore. 
 My soul was panting for her rest. 
 
 I could not find the peaceful shade, 
 (Too weak temptation to subdue), 
 tJntil thy word to me hath said, 
 I *11 save thee and forgive thoe too. 
 
 My heart rose upward from the tomb. 
 The binding chains I left behind. 
 My spirit did see peace at noon, 
 I sought the harmless prize to find. 
 
 HYMN XLIV. 
 
 A release from bonds. 
 
 MY sins, a heavy load I bore. 
 Thro' fears and doubts my trembling way, 
 Hath led me from the prison door 
 Where many captive sinnei-s lay. 
 
 A hand of mercy to me came. 
 
 The Word of God, both wise and strong, 
 
 Jehovah call'd me, by his name. 
 
 To rise, and prai:?e him with a eonsr. 
 
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 To call the ancient harp to rise, 
 To see the crown that David wore, 
 Ho plac'd his name before mine eyed. 
 And bade my spirit sin no more. 
 
 Ho bade me build again his throne 
 And place the Son of God thereon ; 
 To build a house, 'twas all his own. 
 And honour those who *re dead and gone. 
 
 HYMN XLY. 
 
 Covenants with the Lord. 
 
 fllO thee, O Lord, I Ml make my vow, 
 i On bended knees I '11 pray ; 
 
 I 'm ready. Lord, to serve thee now ! 
 Prepare for me the way. 
 
 For why should I stay weeping here 7 
 
 My mind is never still ; 
 Sometimes I doubt, sometimes I fear. 
 
 And griefs my heart do fill. 
 
 There is a cup of precious wine. 
 
 And lasting bread in store ; 
 The life af Jesus shall be mine. 
 
 And I shall thirst no more. 
 
 His life hath for my person bled 
 
 To give my spirit rest ; 
 The Son of God was captive led. 
 
 Who was by God so blest. 
 
 I '11 imitate his life, and feel 
 
 With all the strength I own ; 
 And he '11 to me his life reveal, 
 
 Nor shall I mourn alone. 
 
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 HYMN XLVI. 
 
 A FrayerfoT mercy and theforgivmesa iff tint. 
 
 COME Jesus, to my panting breast, 
 A load of guilt I feel ; 
 Forgive my soul, * twill give me rest. 
 And all my sorrows heal. 
 
 I *m but a worm of earth below 
 
 For thee to look upon ; 
 I »m blind to see the way to go ; 
 
 O teach me right from wrong ! 
 
 There is an hour of dark despair 
 
 Appear before mine eyes. 
 Oh, Son of God, O meet me there. 
 
 When I lose all my joys. 
 
 Oh, lend thine arm to bear me up 
 
 Amidst these woes I feel. 
 And give my heart a living hope ; 
 
 *T is thou alone can*st heal. 
 
 HYMN XLVH. 
 Extending love. 
 
 OLord, the measures of thy grace 
 Are more than human life afford. 
 To us the saints thou dost replace. 
 To us thy favours are restor'd. 
 
 What blessings. Lord, thou hast in store,. 
 Unto a sinful life unknown ; 
 Thou comfort'st till we ask no more ; 
 So thou dost feed and bless thine own. 
 
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 Blest is the man who knows thy will, 
 Wise is the child that knows thy care, 
 Thou bidd'st his wandering mind be still. 
 With love thou com'st and feed'st him there. 
 
 His tongue reveals exalted praise, 
 IJis heart doth of thy wonders tell ; 
 Thy Spirit blesseth all his days. 
 His soul 's unknown to death and hell. 
 
 HYMN XLVIIl 
 Submission to the will of God. 
 
 LORD, all my heart shall thee pursue. 
 Thy word doth light the heavenly way, 
 I '11 give thee honors, all are due. 
 Thou calPdst me from my long delay. 
 
 I taste the sweets of heavenly care. 
 Thy love unto my soul is known ; 
 Thou gav'st me strength mv guilt to bear. 
 Thou taughl'st mo from the* highest tlirone. 
 
 No more can I of Jesus crave, 
 ( The holy person of thy will). 
 He came from thee my soul to save. 
 To bid my prayerful heart be still. 
 
 I cried for p.ll my soul did love. 
 For all on earth mine eyes could see. 
 But all was curs'd from heaven above. 
 Till Christ, my Lord, came down to me. 
 
 Ho calPd me upward to the skies 
 Where saints in peaceful order shine. 
 Where servants feed upon his love 
 And the whole man becomes divine. 
 
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 HYMN XLIX. 
 
 77/fi Blessings of God. 
 
 LORD, bless our peace and give us rest 
 And bid the mind be still, 
 We own thy counsels all are best, 
 Because they are thy will. 
 
 Oh, why should ill disputes arise, 
 
 Or sinners dare thy name ? 
 Thy word doth make the simple wise. 
 
 And the exalted vain. 
 
 Thou humblest those of high degree, 
 And bringest thy servants near'; 
 
 Thv l5ve doth daily comfort me. 
 To me the saints appear. 
 
 Forbid us, now, O Lord, I pray, 
 
 To rise against thy will. 
 But bless thine house and home this dav. 
 
 And bid our souls be still. 
 
 HYxMN L. 
 
 Go(Ps Procideuce to the Poor. 
 
 OLORD, in spirit we are poor. 
 Our minds rejoice to hear. 
 Thy weaiy patience doth endure. 
 And Son and saint are near.. 
 
 With love, we pray, continue slill 
 
 To teach and feed the fold ; 
 With love, descending from thy will. 
 
 Like days that w^re ofoUl 
 
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 Teach us, O God, the way to rise. 
 
 The hiiinnn will to fear. 
 For thou art dreadful to chastise, 
 
 Thougli we are slow to hear. 
 
 There is a way, direct our foot. 
 The fears ofdeaih to shun, 
 
 That we may go the saints to meet. 
 Bless and adore thy Son. 
 
 For thou art God, in Christ, wo know 
 The measures of our grace ; 
 
 And thou art Prios| and Prophet too. 
 And Saviour in this place. 
 
 HYMN IJ. 
 
 The !</)rings of life. 
 
 1UIY love, O God 's a fountain deep 
 Of water ^\vcet and clear. 
 Here thou the flocks of Israel keep. 
 Thy Son and Saint is here. 
 
 Here, thou dost cool our weary thirst, 
 (Although the journey 's long), 
 
 Here, every sniiit on earth are lilest, 
 Here, .none on earth are wrong. 
 
 Here, thoi] asscmblest jjito one 
 
 Thy sons that were abioad ; 
 Here, daughters and their motliers come 
 
 To see the works of Gpd. 
 
 Here, do the goodly shepherds draw. 
 
 Here, Jacob feeds his own. 
 Here is salvation taught by law. 
 
 Through Jesus on the throne. 
 
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 The consolaLioHS of lore. 
 
 On, here tlio poor partake their fiH 
 According to their thirst, 
 Hero Jesus reads his Father's will 
 And tolls us who are blest. 
 
 The cripple and the Innie rejoice, 
 
 The captive iiii:id is free. 
 And children hear a Saviour's voice. 
 
 And sound the jubilee. 
 
 Here, doth the man of sorrow weep 
 
 Until his mind is known. 
 Then of the fountains clear and deep 
 
 The mourner drinks alone. 
 
 The Lord has pity on our thirst ; 
 
 O Lord, our hearts prepare. 
 Turn us, O God, from ways thou 'st cursf. 
 
 And feed and clothe us {here. 
 
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 TITY soul shall bow before llie l^ord 
 if 1 And at his iect 1 '11 pray. 
 And all his mercies 1 '11 record, 
 My sins shall flee away. 
 
 The God of Grace will hrnv my j)ruycr. 
 
 As 1 his mind improv<'. 
 And Christ ag-ain will meet me tlicre, 
 
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 Ue '11 make my spirit ten-fold etroiiLf 
 
 His burdens to endure. 
 His listening ear will hear my song. 
 
 He doth my failings cure. 
 
 My sin and guilt do far remove 
 
 As in his name I trust. 
 He gives me grace to now improve, 
 
 Hm grace, for ever blest. 
 
 HYMN LIV. 
 
 Tlumkafor Tturcy. 
 
 OLORD, who heard a sinner cry. 
 And measur'd my omplaint ; 
 Who brought thy Son and Saviour nio-h. 
 The Serai and the Saint. ^ 
 
 Thou fill'dst my soul with wine anew, 
 
 (I never drank before). 
 Thou gav'st me all thou saw was due ; 
 
 My God; I ask no more. 
 
 Thou \st shown me Jacob and his fold. 
 
 And gave me Israel's name, 
 A thousand trutlis thy word hath told, 
 
 But none of these are vain. 
 
 My thank,s. O God, like rivers flow, 
 Thou light 'st my seeing eves ; 
 
 By thee, O God, 1 Jesus know. 
 Descending from the skies. 
 HYMN LV. 
 
 ^ir.-r. ^"'P^^n/ for rest. 
 
 O LtUKD, immortal are my cries, 
 
 5,f ^'^:"'^' '-^^^ '"y i^pint cease, 
 %Vhim thou thy pardoning love denies, 
 Ou ..Jiith there is no poacc. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Lord, jjive me patience to endure 
 
 The load of guilt I feel. 
 Send Jesus down my soul to cure, 
 
 My broken heart to heal. 
 
 Oh sin, the pathway down to he!!, 
 
 Temptation led nio there ; 
 Till I my woo and grief shall tell, 
 
 JMy hunger and des})air. 
 
 No wine is given to quench my thirst. 
 
 Nor doth the flame abate. 
 Till I am humble, and am blest, 
 
 1 must my groans repeat. 
 
 HYMN LVI. 
 
 Deliverance /rom death, 
 
 OLORD, thou didst the cord un])ind 
 AUhough the cluiins were strong. 
 My spirit did deliverance find 
 VVlien I confess'd my wrong. 
 
 Thou drew me upward from the pit, 
 Or from the mire and clay ; 
 
 And still 't is in my memory yot, 
 That dark, and doleful day'! 
 
 Thv frowns did like the billows rage, 
 Nor would the seas be still ; 
 
 There, end the eins of every ago 
 Which are ageinst thy will. 
 
 I will submit my roving thought 
 
 And all my heart resign, 
 That all my sins may l)e forgot, 
 
 And all my heart bo thine. 
 
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 The hope of Salvation. 
 
 riHASTisEMKNTs, Lord, are justlv duo, 
 \JUy heart within is sore, 
 %^^veepiii^r eyes are flowing too. 
 My soul with grief's run o'er. 
 
 Is this the v/ages of my sin ? 
 
 Or teach me, Jesus, why 
 I'hy spirit pours salvation in. 
 
 And yet my soul must die. 
 
 Thy life to me is heavenly bread 
 
 Altho' I 'm sore distress'd, 
 Altho' with grief I 'm daily fed 
 
 Yet I am hourly blest. 
 
 Thou lead'st me from temptation's waTs 
 Where sorrows never cease, 
 
 So I fulfil my mournful days 
 And rest with thee in peace. 
 
 ^ HYMN LVIII. 
 
 The Monrner's peace. 
 
 TIJERE is a rock beneath my feet 
 Which never seems to move ; 
 It n not mire nor false deceit^ 
 It is the pearl of love. 
 
 The hand of J«vpos placed H ihere 
 
 r or me to huM tipon^ 
 Upon thi» »tone I make my prater 
 
 The world '» for ever ^oae. 
 
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 I on this table eat my bread. 
 And write my lines of praise, 
 
 Froiu this stone are my children fed 
 With grace of latter days. 
 
 On this our house to honors rise. 
 
 To God we give rejiown ; 
 It is our stone of sacrifice, 
 
 Where God sends blessings down. 
 
 He 's given to us a living name 
 
 And bid the world be still, 
 lie 's made our foes to be in vain, 
 
 Who fought against his will. 
 
 HYMN LIX. 
 
 A change of t/iouglit. 
 
 I'LL call on God while he is nigh. 
 While I the sounding trumpet hear ; 
 My sinful soul is judg'd to die. 
 Before my God I must appear. 
 
 I Ml haste to pools of Jesus' blood, 
 I Ml bow and wash my garments there, 
 I Ml clothe mv soul to meet mv God, 
 I will the wedding garment wear. 
 
 I Ml not delay, nor wear my shame. 
 My God above, my heart can see, 
 I 'ni taught I 've sinn'd against his narr 
 My God, I have offended thee. 
 
 For pardoning ifrarts m hifant'i* ovm, 
 To feed upon the mother'n brpant, 
 My prayer, O God, to thee HJudl riH?, 
 Httvt' mercy, God ! trive me refit i 
 
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 HYMN LX. 
 
 Acceptance with God. 
 
 THUS Jesus to my trembling soul 
 \Vith love and mercy did convev 
 I saw thee weep, and made thee whole, 
 JWy blood hath wash'd thy gins away. 
 
 With garments from the heaven?, anew. 
 My mournful soul will clothe thee o 'er, 
 U mark n«;ht well what thou dost do, 
 t.0 forth, my child, and sin no more. 
 
 T 've bless'd thee with a robe of love 
 1 've cloth'd thee with a father's care, 
 1 wiote thy name in heaven above, 
 1 hy sorrows have acceptance there. 
 
 The Son of God hath heard thee mourn, 
 1 ne J^ ather saw thee in distress^ 
 Hia Spirit call'd thee to return, 
 iiecause thou didst thy sins confess. 
 
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 The fear of the Lord. 
 
 I»LL fear my God and live, 
 Mv sinful heart subdue. 
 And God to me will blessiims give. 
 And forfli my heart anew. 
 
 Low at his feet I Ml lie, 
 *T is God ordains mv rest. 
 My Father's will 1 Ml not denv. 
 And I Ml by him be blebt. * 
 
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 He '11 call my soul to rise 
 He '11 see me weeping there, 
 Have pity on my weeping eyes. 
 And move the griefs I bear. 
 
 My thoughts shall take their flight 
 When I their woes fulfil. 
 He '11 clothe my spirit with his light, 
 And feed me on his will. 
 
 HYMN LXn. 
 
 Salvation through repentance. 
 
 OGOD, I feel thy love descend, 
 My prayer did upward rise, 
 Altho' my God I did offend. 
 My God did hear my cries. 
 
 To give renown to Israel's King, 
 
 And with his spirit share. 
 Be shadow'd by his Saviour's wing, 
 
 And drink salvation there. 
 
 My song, a theme of holy praise, 
 
 Shall to his God ascend, 
 And when I talk of David's days, 
 
 These days shall never end. 
 
 Crown'd with great blessings from above. 
 
 My soul doth upward rise. 
 My spirit Jrinks his holy love, 
 
 And by his name I 'm wise. 
 
 HYMN LXni. 
 Submission to the Will of God. 
 
 MY God, most low I '11 humbly bow, 
 And pray before thy throne. 
 Thou wilt hays nitv on me now- 
 And bless mine house and home. 
 
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 Let all within my bosom move. 
 And own thy holy name ; 
 
 Oh,^ all I ask, O God, is love. 
 This blessing in thy name. 
 
 Pomt out my way with strength lo bea» 
 
 The heavy load I feel, 
 I '11 spend my mournful days in prayer 
 
 Till thou my bruises heal. 
 
 Have pity on my weeping eyes. 
 Look on my mournful home. 
 And let my prayer to thee arise 
 ji To whom my grief is known. 
 
 Forbid me not, O God, I pray, 
 
 Nor let me mourn alone, 
 Let kindred see me in this day. 
 
 And bow before thy throne.' 
 
 HYMN LXIV. 
 
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 rASTE of Jesus and his blood 
 Because I sought his rest. 
 His life it doth my spirit good. 
 Because his soul is bless'd. 
 
 Why would I drink the filthy stream 
 Where fools their time employ, 
 }r ^^^'^ delight to make me' clean. 
 My life shall give him joy. 
 
 I *ll daily feed upon his word. 
 And he my prayer will hear, 
 
 fcweet are the crumbs he doth afford. 
 And still his blessing 's near. 
 
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 Oil, Jesus meets me with a smile, 
 
 His spirit seems to say. 
 Sit down and monrn with me awhile. 
 
 And grief will pass awiiy. 
 
 I '11 feed thee with my flowing blood 
 
 I Ml make thy spirit strong, 
 I '11 give to thee the grace of God, 
 
 And praises in thy song. 
 
 I Ml give to thee a robe of light 
 
 And teach the reason why. 
 In wisdom I have great delight. 
 
 For wisdom I did die. 
 
 HYMN LXV. 
 
 Mif spirit h'catking holiness to the Lord. 
 
 OLORD, with fear I Ml write thy name, 
 With trembling give thee praise. 
 Thou bidd'st my spirit to remain 
 And talk of David's days. 
 
 HYMN LXVI. 
 
 Providential care. 
 
 IN paths, O Lord, that thou prepar'st 
 My wandering feet shall run. 
 And I '11 walk safely all my days 
 Until my years be done. 
 
 I '11 clothe my soul with love and fear 
 
 For this is thy command, 
 I '11 build my buildings in thy name. 
 
 And on a rock I '11 eland. 
 
 I know, O Lord, thy word is sure 
 
 Unto this heart of mine. 
 And thou wilt make thy promise good 
 
 Through all succeedinor time. 
 
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 IMr Ihougrhts to thee shall upward ri.o 
 
 Uh 1- ather, ^ive mine eyes to see. 
 Aj»])ojiit my time to die. 
 
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 T r^nr* ^^'^ ^'[(^''surcs of Grace. 
 
 JiAnd iMd Dime eyes to see, ^ 
 
 ihv woHl alone, is life and Lnace. 
 1 liy word is law to me. 
 
 Lift up mine eyes to see thy name 
 J. each me thy Jdngdom 's come. 
 
 When I have poaco, and glories rise, 
 10 crown thy bleedmg Son. 
 
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 And bioken m their cause, - 
 
 A !w/"'f "','^'* T ^y ^'^^^ of thine 
 And jud^red me by thy laws. 
 
 Give me a tongue to give thee praise. 
 
 A heart to understand. 
 Tin- love, O God, doth never fail, 
 
 !• or Jove IS thy command. 
 HYMN LXVHf. 
 
 URD where thy flocks are daily fed. 
 
 And he green pastures gently grow. 
 Let me by thy kind hand bl led, 
 i^iit me tiiy heart and bosom know. 
 
 Have pity on my weeping eyes, 
 A Shepherd's hand t long have sought, 
 To thee I did put up my cries, ^ 
 
 iiut thou my woes hast not forgot. 
 
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 I feel, O God, descending^ love, 
 The truth of all thou didsst reveal, 
 (Jorne from thy windows far above 
 To all my sighs and sorrows hoai. 
 
 Thou mak'st my heart and conscience whole. 
 And heal'st me from my wounds and scai-s. 
 And with thy love thoucloth'st my soul, 
 And lead'st my mind among the stars. 
 
 The sons of light do comfort me, 
 Thou bidd'st their ancient soul to shine. 
 And these are lanij)'; of iijiiitfronj theo 
 To lead and guide those i'eet of mine. 
 
 HYMN LXIX. 
 
 Hope in Glory. 
 
 OH, living sister of my breast 
 Who lead'st my feet from long despair. 
 With thee my spirit now doth rest. 
 Thou art the fruit the vine doth bear. 
 
 The tree that Jssus planted hero 
 No more for ever will decay. 
 His life is like the spring so clear 
 AVhich blots our sins and stains away. 
 
 His life is bread with all that 's good. 
 His name on earth 's the bearing vine, 
 His life he 's given me for my food 
 To strengthen this frail life of mine. 
 
 Oh, long be his remembrance known, 
 Lona: niay 1 tread tlie blood-;<tain'd wav. 
 For he 's my King upon the throne 
 
 The Morning Star of David's d 
 
 
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 Or .'jH tliat hills and vales afford, 
 lie gave his life to comfort mine. 
 And he 's my blessing from the Lord. 
 
 HYMN LXX. 
 
 T/ic footsteps of the Righteous. 
 
 11 ROM stag^e to stage the pilgrim moves 
 : Until onr rest we see, 
 Still feeding on redeeming love 
 Which makes the sinner free. 
 
 Alilio' on scorching sands we tread 
 
 So weary to endnre, 
 'VVe find the pool where Jesus bled 
 
 And taste the balmy cure. 
 
 Altho' the stone 's laid in our way 
 
 And thoughtless judges rise, 
 We have a shining sun by day 
 
 By night we have lighted skies. 
 
 Fond hope forbids our feet to cease, 
 
 A moth destroys our rest, 
 UntiKwe find eternal peace. 
 
 Arc numbered with the blest. 
 
 HYMN LXXI. 
 
 Manifestations of the love of God. 
 
 OLORD, the mind 's thy dwelling place* 
 The heart is all thine own. 
 The tabernacle of thy grace, 
 Thy judgment and thy throne. 
 
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 ^For there thou dost our actions try. 
 
 The balance and reward 
 '*Tia where the stone of ages lie, 
 
 The building of the Lord. 
 
 *T 's where the glorious heavens we see, 
 
 Composed by thy command. 
 It 's where the' heart i* known to thee 
 
 And feels thy chast'ning hand. 
 
 It 's where the furnace tries the gold., 
 
 And makes the silver clear , 
 It 's where thou dost the balance holcl, 
 
 And where thy voice we hear. 
 
 HYMN LXXII. 
 The appearance of a Saviour. 
 
 WHO chang'd my thought from good to ill, 
 Who stole my peace away ? 
 To mo it was unmeasur'd skill. 
 And my baptizing day. 
 
 A Saviour saw my thoughtless rest, 
 
 A Judge to me appear'd. 
 My soul within was all distressed 
 
 The voice of woe I heard. 
 
 How terror shook my trembling frame, 
 
 I sought for wings to flee, 
 My heart within, with burning pain, 
 
 Was God and Christ to me. 
 
 My soul did like an infant cry, 
 
 (It 's mournful to relate). 
 For there my pleasures had to die 
 
 At a Redeemer's feet. 
 
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 His word to me 's a sacred flame, 
 lie doth the heart chastise, 
 
 And here we know a Saviour's name. 
 And nature's glory dies. 
 
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 Hungering and thirsting for grace. 
 
 HOWEVER deep the stream may be,, 
 Or in the earth may secret he, 
 The grace that God 'sdesign'd for me, 
 I will not pass his presence by. 
 
 Though tribulation be my lot. 
 
 And anguish clothe my heart with pain. 
 
 My griefs will never be forgot. 
 
 But in the Book of Life remain. 
 
 The Lord is mindful, and is kind. 
 He counts the tears of those that weep. 
 And these, that seek his love to find, 
 He in the thorny way do keep. 
 
 O Lord, thy grace, the deeds of grace. 
 Long may my mournful heart pursue^ 
 Until I see the peaceful place. 
 Until I drink the mourner's due. 
 
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 Tlic Precepts of L'fc. 
 Y little sou attend to hear. 
 
 .Nor daughters at a distance stand. 
 There is a bleeding Saviour near 
 Who died to take vou by the hand. 
 
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 Oh, ta?^te his lifo and drink your fill, 
 (His life for you a banquet made), 
 He did on earth his father's will ; 
 The Son that worldly minds betray'd. 
 
 But all his ways are health and peace. 
 With God his Life is endless joy ; 
 Pursue his ways and never cease. 
 No hon can his name destroy. 
 
 lie is the Father and the Son, 
 'I'he Shepherd and the Holy Ghost, 
 He 's present, and in years to come. 
 To seek, and find, and save the lost. 
 
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 The mcMsares of the mind. 
 
 OLORD, throu<rh watchfulness and pra}er, 
 When all our wandering thoughts are still, 
 Then we recciva^ thy heavenly care, 
 And the bless'd measures of thy will. 
 
 This world is a tumultuous noise. 
 Where wars and rumours do abound. 
 And thoughtless sinners seeking joys, 
 Where none on earth were ever found. 
 
 As restless as a troubled sea 
 
 Their wandering thoughts unceasing move, 
 
 Because they are not still 'd by thee 
 
 In those that never seek thy love. 
 
 The storm and calm revolving slill. 
 Scene after scene do pass away. 
 These feed not on thy heavenly will, 
 And all tlu'ir life 's a gloomv driv. 
 
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 I '11 at thine altons {still attend, 
 'J'he Shepherd's hand will feed mo there. 
 Day after day will ^race descend. 
 
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 'The Salibath Day. 
 
 OLORD, for me my rest 'is built, 
 Form'd by thy sacred hand ; 
 The way is clear tluough blood that 's spilt. 
 The stain is on our land. 
 
 Behold the seals that clos'd the heart 
 
 By wisdom rent in twain. 
 And all that Jesus set apart 
 
 Will never clorfc ajrain. 
 
 lie j^ives our eyes the lijrht to see, 
 
 lie puts our foes away, 
 And we a - debtors. Lord, to thee.. 
 
 For offerings of this day. 
 
 Thou form'd the heart an equal square. 
 
 By wisdom and by line. 
 And saint, and jg^race, and Saviour 's tliere, 
 
 Tlie measures of our tune. 
 
 The kingdom, and the heavenly throne 
 ^ Where God the Father reigns ; 
 For Jesus made the heart liis own 
 And bought us with his pains. 
 HYMN LXXMJ. 
 Ilum'dlty of the Ihought. 
 
 OLORD, a humble heart 1 feel. 
 But have a broken mind, 
 Yet thankful thou do^.t not conceal 
 The grace for mo design 'd. 
 
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 ..Mqv I pursue until the last. 
 Whilst living breath I draw, 
 
 For bread thou 'st given to an^ps i)ast, 
 Bless'd Gospel and good law. 
 
 May I with love embrace thy Son, 
 And give him praises due, 
 
 "Twas he at first that call'd to come, 
 And strengthen'd to pursue. 
 
 Oh welcome, death, my nature flees, 
 I can't endure the storm ; 
 
 But blessed are the hearts of these 
 Which broken, do no harm. 
 
 Though tribulations, anguish, rage. 
 The truth can ail endure ; 
 
 I '11 seek the bread of every age. 
 The fountains new and'puro. 
 
 HYMN LXXV III. 
 Finding acceptance wUk God. 
 
 WITH thee my spirit ilnds a placo 
 Who bid the waters rago, 
 Tbou heal'st mo with the oTl of grace. 
 And light'jrit by every age. 
 
 Ky prayer, mv lami) I find in trim, 
 
 'T is fiird with holy oil; 
 My spirit saith, oh, leave t!iy sin. 
 
 Oh, sell the barren soil. 
 
 -Nor gather from the frnilless tree, 
 ^^ The branch the Saviour eurs'd 
 IVill never yield sweet joy.j to ihoe, 
 But perish in tlie dusu" 
 
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 T foel a peaceful union made, 
 
 A covenant in my sonl, 
 i hear the welcome sentence said,— 
 Again thv heart is whole. 
 HYMN LXXIX. 
 The chastlsemcnis of the Lord. 
 
 LORD, thy chastisement 's deep and sore^ 
 But mine aiHiction 's blest ; 
 Oh, that thy love may give me more, 
 Till all my heart 's at rest. 
 
 Lord, bless'd is thy chastising hand, 
 
 Inspir'd by deeds of love ; 
 Thou dost to me sweet counsels lend. 
 
 And blessings from above. 
 
 Thou call'st my spirit home to thee 
 
 From wandering far astray, 
 Bodi Son and saint have died for me 
 
 To mark the bleeding way. 
 
 My sinful heart must all resign. 
 
 My sacrifice must be 
 Submission to this will of thine. 
 Which binds and conquers me. 
 HYMN LXXX. 
 The healing presence of the Lord. 
 
 THROUGH bruises and deep wounds I cry» 
 My sins do pierce me through ; 
 Although my spirit has to die 
 I know that death is due. 
 
 The Lord doth in the balance weigh, 
 
 His judgments all are just. 
 And all my life must pass away. 
 
 My thoughts return to dust.' 
 
HYMNS Ax\D PRAYERS. 
 
 Thiia I receive of heavenly care, 
 
 A mansion of mine own. 
 The hand of God hath plac'd me there. 
 
 Far from this world, alone. 
 
 He h my sliepherd, and mv trust. 
 
 My pasture, and mv care. 
 By him my nature all* is blest. 
 And all assembled there. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. 
 The measures of the Lord. 
 
 OLORD, unbounded is thy grace. 
 How deep thy measures are, 
 Thou brin^'st thy servants to this place, 
 And mak'st their garments fair. 
 
 Thy Son arises from the tomb 
 
 Who hath to Israel shone, 
 His presence to our house hath come,— 
 
 'J'he dwelling of his own. 
 
 The Father's hand is spread abroad 
 The wandering thought to find, 
 
 And here we hear the calls of God 
 According to his mind. 
 
 The Son and saints assemble here 
 
 To light our darkened skies, 
 To us, God's presence doth appear 
 To make us just and wise. 
 HYMN LXXXH. 
 The want of knoicledge. 
 
 LORD, at thy footstool long^I cry. 
 With groans do I repeat my prayer, 
 That I may not in darkness die 
 With sin and mjilt to rlnfhrt »«« *u^,^ 
 
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 Miiio eyes my wounds and bruises Bee^ 
 Send nie thy Son my soul to save, 
 iluvo pity, Lord, and comfort me, 
 
 1 languish, and my life decays. 
 My days are shortened to a span. 
 A restless mind fills up my days. 
 My bread 'a the miseries oV man.. 
 
 O Lord, I 'm thirsty and distressed. 
 The world cannot my prayer fulfil ,-. 
 Forgive me, that I may be bless'd. 
 And drink the mercies of thy will. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIIL 
 
 The unbounded mercies of God. • 
 
 OLORD, how great thy mercies are^ 
 Unbounded is thy love, 
 How often thou repeaf^st thy care, 
 Bless'd from the heavens above. 
 
 O Lord, may thou- our offerings own,. 
 
 And teach us we are frail. 
 Nor leave us. Lord, to mourn alone 
 
 When death and hell prevail. 
 
 Awake our eyes to see our shame 
 
 And count the deeds we do. 
 And with thy love blot out our stain^ 
 
 And mal&e our siais but few. 
 
 It is thy love and heavenly care 
 
 Dark sinnere to redeem,' 
 To wash our souls hi deep despair,, 
 
 Ami. make our garments clean- 
 
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 HYMN LXXXIV. 
 
 Lore between God and the Church. 
 
 OGOD, I feel the strengthening cord 
 Which binds the twain in one, 
 A sweet communion with the Lord, 
 A blessing from thy Son. 
 
 Spare not my soul in sin and death. 
 
 In rightoonsness chastis^e, 
 AithoujLrh I have a groaning breath, 
 
 'T will make my spirit wise. 
 
 Although mine eyes are taught to weep 
 
 My sins upon me bear. 
 There is a Son my soul to keep, 
 
 A Saviour from despair. 
 
 Although by nature prone to ill. 
 And all my faults are known, 
 There is a blessing in thy will, 
 A God, mv soul to own. 
 
 IIYMN LXXXV. 
 The dangers of sin. 
 
 WHEN all my foes are still 
 My tempting thoughts may reign. 
 My deeds transgress the Father's'will, 
 And bring his Son to shame. 
 
 Tho' troubles may abound 
 ^ And clolho mj heart with fear, 
 'T is in distress a Saviour's found, 
 h\ mourning, God is near. 
 
 The mourner's heart is bl»??!is'd 
 With mercy and with care. 
 These are the'hours that load to re«t, 
 The Son and saint art* iherts 
 
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 And put my mirth away, 
 A Saviour doih to me return. 
 Ho 's with me when I pray. 
 HYMN LXXXVl 
 7'Ae ways qf temptation. 
 
 WHEN all around is joy and peace. 
 And I 've no sorrow for my sin, 
 Oh, then the Shepherd's care doth cease, 
 Disguis'd temptation doth come in. 
 
 My heart hath then an open door. 
 My tongue is then to folly prone. 
 My mourning soul is heard no more. 
 The Lord hath left my heart alone. 
 
 He doth all iu the balance weiofh. 
 
 And saith, O man, the evenhig 's come, 
 
 How hast thou honor'd mo this dav, 
 
 Or who has bless'd the deeds thou ''st done ? 
 
 Thi8 night will I destroy thy rest, 
 And thy companions all shall flee, 
 By me, alone, thou canst be blest, 
 And thou, alone shalt honour me. 
 HYMN LXXXYU. 
 The bitter waters of despair, 
 
 OH dark, and deep, and bitter stream, 
 Unpleasant to my taste ! 
 With thee my soul is often seen. 
 My share is not the least. 
 
 Thou wast with Jesus on the tree. 
 
 With thee doth hell abound. 
 And death is hand and hand with thee. 
 
 My soul thy ways huth found. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Thou cloth'st me with a clouded sun. 
 Thou bind'st my soul in prayer, 
 
 Thou criest aloud the end is come, 
 Thy hand is hard to bear. 
 
 Thou bidd'st my spirit all to feel 
 Which saint and sinner bore, 
 And death to me thou dost reveal, 
 And thou canst do no more. 
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 The Spring of living hope. 
 
 MY spirit from deep waters rise. 
 Baptized in the stream 
 Which makes the hearts of sinners wise, 
 Their spirits new and cl'^an. 
 
 Oh, may the gulph for ever flow 
 Which Jesus passed throug^h. 
 
 It 's where the fairest flowers grow, 
 And they are fruitful too. 
 
 'T is where the Lord the heart doth trj'. 
 
 The balance true and just, 
 *T is where vain hope alone doth die. 
 
 And glory turns to dust. 
 
 The idle pride which sinners wear, 
 
 (No kindred to the Son), 
 Like dust and ashes vanish there 
 Before his kingfdom come. 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 
 Thanksgiving. 
 
 LORD, how shall we declare thy love, 
 Or make thy goodness known. 
 Thou call'dst the poor from low estate, 
 And own'd them for thine own. 
 
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 We cannot half thy proodnoss telf 
 
 Nor half tliy love declare. 
 Who fed the uiournful witii thy lovo- 
 
 And brought salvation there. 
 
 Thou fill'dst a flowinjr cup with joyv 
 
 Thy pleasure to express, 
 And bade thy people eat in peace. 
 
 And did our union bless.. 
 
 Unnumber'd lights compass'dus rou»d 
 
 Our offerings to prepare, 
 The harps clear voice in praise arose, 
 
 VV^ith joy we prais'd thee there. 
 
 HYMN XC. 
 
 Prayer. 
 
 OLORD, be mindful when we crj'. 
 Be near to hear us weep ! 
 And, when we down at evening lie. 
 Be near us when wo sleep. 
 
 Chastise, O Lord, our sore disease. 
 Command our pains to flee, 
 
 For all are bound by thy decrees, 
 They bow and worship thee. 
 
 Lord, clothe the heart that is so poor, 
 The tongue is weak to move. 
 
 And these that tremble at the door. 
 Lord strengthen with thy love. 
 
 Stand in the midst, O God, we pray. 
 
 When we to praise rejoin. 
 Be with us on the Sabbath Day, 
 
 For power and glorj- 's thine. 
 
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 HYMN .\CJ. 
 
 The biossinff, 
 
 ARISE my soul, cast oft' thy fears, 
 And put tlie dread of foes away. 
 For wise are thy succeeding- years. 
 To call the wandering and the stray. 
 
 The stone the Lord in wisdom laid 
 The skilful builders did refuse, 
 The same this day 's become our head, 
 And is salvation to the Jews. 
 
 The wisdom of all ages past 
 Our God, the Father, doth reveal, 
 The first he gave will be the last. 
 And will immortal glory seal. 
 
 My spirit tastes the heavenly love, 
 My soul is by chastisements clean. 
 My sins from me do far remove. 
 Mine angry foes no more are seen. 
 
 HYMN XCn. 
 
 The voice of mourning. 
 
 LORD, in my listening ear 
 I hear a mournful cry. 
 Where will, O Lord, the lost appear, 
 Behold their spring i.:* dry. 
 
 I hear of Israel's name 
 On restless billows tost, 
 I hear their mother groan in pain, 
 Mourning her children lost. 
 
 My heart is form'd in prayer, 
 And secretly I groan. 
 To see the plane v/here Israel v.'cre. 
 Where Jacob dwelt aloiia^ 
 
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 ^ Until tho fold is seen, 
 Vv'hoic God tho wanderincr trih:-s will bless 
 With ^rarinents new and clean. 
 
 HYMN XCflJ. 
 
 The paths uf Wisilvw. 
 
 ALL wisdoui's wuvs ure meek and mild. 
 The Srivionr's mind, the iather's child ; 
 K'lr horn the tiocks that arc astray 
 i-jho takes her own and comes aw'ay. 
 
 Hor eyes are like the morning star, 
 fc^ae li^rhts her children irom alar ; 
 And us the j^loiyof the East, 
 She feeds the greatest and the least. 
 
 Hhe is a bride r.nd motlier dear, 
 VVith her, direction doth appear, 
 Salvation and eternal rest 
 Are flowing from lier loving breast. 
 
 Her springs are clear, her pastures green. 
 With her the bearing vine is seen, 
 The.^Shepherd and his flocks are there 
 And gather where the vine doth bear. 
 
 HYMN ACIV. 
 
 The hope of glory. 
 
 WISDOM, thy ways are ever blest 
 With thee, the flocks of Jacob rest. 
 With thee, did David build his throne. 
 Worshiped his God, and dwelt alone. 
 
 Thy bosom 's like the morning sun. 
 But never old with deeds thou 'st done, 
 Thy presence is for ever new. 
 Thy voice direction just and true. 
 
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 Thou writest my song and form's! my prayer. 
 J fie souls of ajres are with thee, • ' ^ * 
 They're milk and wine and bread to me. 
 
 My hope doth in thy bosom rest 
 iJrido to my soul for ever blest, 
 Forsake me not, I ask no more 
 Till all my troubled 3'ears are o'er. 
 
 HYMN XCV. 
 
 The blessings of Faith. 
 
 OLORD, the terrors of thy word 
 Do make my soul to fear. 
 My heart doth tremble for the Lord 
 When I his sentence hear. 
 
 Awake my soul in haste to see 
 The pillars of thy poaco. 
 There is a rest prepar'd for thee 
 Where praises never cease. 
 
 Thy rest is in Jehovah's name 
 Thy bread and wine is there. 
 From thence Messiah's spirit came 
 Thy crimson sins to bear. 
 
 In blood hath Jesus made thee cleaa 
 And g-ave to thee his name, 
 That in thy life thy love be seen 
 The balm of all his pain. 
 
 The pillars are the deeds of jrrace. 
 His rest doth upward rise, 
 My spirit leave the sinful place, 
 With Jesus in the skies. 
 
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 77/c atoncvicntfor Sin. 
 
 ORD, at thy feet a sinner liea 
 iliis spirit groaning there, 
 lie looks to thee with weeping eyes 
 For mercy and for care. 
 
 Til is mortal body he resigns 
 
 As but a form of clay. 
 And to thy bosom he inclines 
 
 To take his guilt away. 
 
 lii.3 flooding tears, his weeping eyes, 
 
 His deep and mournful groans, 
 Pursue thee upward to the skies. 
 
 And for his sin atones. 
 
 His spirit feels descending love, 
 
 His soul doth say 1 'm free, 
 JMy prayers to God' do rise above, 
 
 And he doth comfort me. 
 
 HYMN XCVn. 
 Dcir from Heaven. 
 
 LORD, with the blessings of -le tongue 
 Thou water'st and thou feed'stthe young, 
 And thou employ 'st their peaceful days 
 In deeds of glory and of praise. 
 
 Thy covenant 's sure, thy seals are strong, 
 And peace, for ever, is their song ; 
 Their house, their home, their fields are blest, 
 With dews, and rains, and peace, and rest. 
 
HYMXS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Thou hast ordainM they shall increase, 
 
 W ti .1" ^^n^^^^'" to them thy name. 
 With them Messiah lives again. 
 
 And David's mind and throne is here. 
 And Jesus doth their judge appear ; 
 It s a livmg Saviour's voice, 
 n hich bids his children to rejoice. 
 
 HYMN XCVIII. 
 Time to come. 
 
 THE Lord 's before us in the way, 
 His hand doth gently lead. 
 He calls the flocks that* are astray 
 1 where the shepherds feed. 
 
 Plis soul doth water with his love 
 And cloth 'st his own with prayer • 
 
 A^Tu-]'^ ^'^^^ ^^«"^ heaven above. 
 And bids us enter there. 
 
 Ho bids us drink eternal peace. 
 
 And feed upon his will, 
 He bids our praise to never cease 
 
 iiut all our foes be still. 
 
 He gives us cups of precious wine 
 
 riis spirit to enjoy. 
 To build our house'by rule and line. 
 
 And every hand employ. 
 
 To sing his praise by every tonn-.,p, 
 
 % every tuneful string,' 
 His name bo known, his praise be sung, 
 
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 HYMN XCIX. 
 Cheering Grace. 
 
 OLORD, thy love doth mo releaso- 
 From tumults far abroad, 
 And thou dost give my s])irit peace, 
 And favours from my God. 
 
 Lift up mine eyes, O righteous King, 
 
 Thy loving name to see, 
 And give my soul an angel's wing 
 
 That I may fly to thee. 
 
 Give me a blessing from thy throne 
 
 Which never will decay ; 
 Clothe me wiih garments of thine own 
 
 Which never wear away. 
 
 Thou, like a shepherd, brought me home 
 When I was far astray, • 
 
 And with the favours of thy throne 
 Hast bless'd my soul this day. 
 
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 The gathering of IsracL. 
 
 OLORD, thine arm is far abroad 
 Thy love to gather home. 
 It 's like the boundless love of God 
 Unmeasur'd and unknown. 
 
 Prepare a way for Israel's feet, 
 
 7'he portals of the skies 
 Is where the Lord will Israel meet^ 
 
 And bless his sacrifice. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Receive his mind, his age is clear. 
 
 And as the rising sun 
 Good Jacob's Saviour will appear, 
 
 His dawning day has come. 
 
 And Abram*s blessings are our own, 
 
 His spirit 's nigh at hand ; 
 His name on earth shall dwell alone. 
 
 His mind possess the land. 
 
 Hi-^ children like the dew increase 
 
 Which overspreads the field. 
 And with a never-ending peace 
 
 Shall all his griefs be heal'd. 
 
 HYMN CI. 
 
 Remembrance. 
 
 LORD, whore the willows clothe the strcara 
 And the deep waters gently run, 
 The spirit of thy Son is seen, 
 And there the feet of Israel come. 
 
 Where shaded from the scornful eye 
 There thou dost place their wearj- febU 
 And Israel's God is ever nigh 
 Where Abram's otf!:;pring love to meet. 
 
 The spirit of these ancient days 
 Now at our home and gate attends. 
 And Jacob's mind, with solemn praise. 
 To Israel's God again ascends. 
 
 Now we find favour in his eyes 
 Who did the days of Israel see, 
 And to our prayer, with good replies, 
 He seude his mercies where we be. 
 
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 HYMN CII. 
 
 The Star of hrael. 
 
 OLORD, the morning of our days 
 Is love thou didst to Israel bear ; 
 Thou didst direct and bless his ways. 
 Thy heart was tender to his prayer. 
 
 He had a Saviour in his breast, 
 Thy law vvas written in his mind. 
 His footsteps and his life were blest. 
 And there my soul doth mercy find. 
 
 Thou form'st the heart and entor'st in 
 As builders do thy temple build. 
 The door excludes the deeds of sin 
 Till with thine own thine house is fill'd. 
 
 There doth thine ancient kingdom rise. 
 Within the breast is David's throne, 
 Thy word is Judge thou great All-wise, 
 Thy Spirit tries the heart alone. 
 
 HYMN cm. 
 
 The covenants of IsraeVs God. 
 
 HOW pleasant. Lord, thy covenants are. 
 How sweet thy children sing, 
 Because the crown of David 's there. 
 And Jesus is their king. 
 
 These, these are spirits from the tomb, 
 
 Who long have laid asleep. 
 They came, and are again to come 
 
 To those that for thiiu weep. 
 
HTMN« AND PRAYERS. 
 
 "Thv ancient name 's a living stone. 
 
 And Abram's altars were 
 Where Abram ofFerM up his own. 
 
 And gave his substance there. * 
 
 Thou art the living God this day 
 Who mak'st our paths so clear. 
 
 Who putt'st the dark'ning clouds awav 
 Who seaPst thy covenants here. * * 
 
 Whose covenants, like the morning star. 
 Are joy, and health, and peace ; 
 
 With bounding blessings from afar, 
 Thy love doth never cease. 
 
 HYMN CIV. 
 
 Abraiii's blessing. 
 
 GOOD tidings from a heavenly throne, 
 God's love to Abram came ; " 
 And so Messiah meets his own 
 To bless them with his name. 
 
 No light that from the heavens shone 
 
 Can darken Israel's (Jays ; 
 Messiah, David's name did own. 
 
 And God received his praise. 
 
 Hi.^ covenants never will remove 
 Because they 're writt'n within ; 
 
 But God withholds the .«<pring« of iove. 
 As we repeat our sin. 
 
 The blessing of his ancient days 
 
 Will ever crown liis name. 
 He is the God of Israel's pjnise. 
 
 Nor are his bjpssinjrs vai;i. 
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 The harp of David long' shall sound, 
 Messiah 's bless'd his throne ; 
 
 And where the throne of David's found 
 Doth Israel dwell alone. 
 
 Messiah's dwelling place is there, 
 
 And Zion's feet do stand 
 hike to the place of morning pra3''er. 
 
 An altar in our land ! 
 
 HYMN CV. 
 
 The dawning day. 
 
 BEHOLD, the cloud doth far remove 
 And we receive a Saviour's love ! 
 He lights our paths and makes them clear 
 And far removes our doubt and fear. 
 
 He seals his covenants with the mind. 
 And long-lost blessings there we find ; 
 Behold, the flocks are gathering home. 
 And Jesus marks them for his own. 
 
 What peaceful days, what health we see. 
 And these are blessings, Lord, from thee ; 
 Oh, how can we thy name distrust 
 Who hath our little *Zion blest ? 
 
 It is with love thou dost chastise. 
 And call the morning star to rise ; 
 The dawning day doth now appear. 
 Thy hand hath made our passage clear. 
 
 The name of Israel thou hast blest, 
 And gave him peace and gave him rest ; 
 And these are, Israel, unto thee. 
 That 's where thy love and blessings be,. 
 
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 HYMN CVI. 
 
 The paths of the Righteous. 
 
 OLORD, how pleasant are thy woys. 
 They 'ro paths of joy and peace ; 
 They 're where the blessing ne'er decays. 
 Where love doth never cease. 
 
 hong on the earth hall P:ion stand 
 
 As once she stood before, 
 Cloth'd with the blessii _fs of the land. 
 
 Her garments change no more. 
 
 Her mornings are for ever new ; 
 ^ Oh, blessed mount of praise I 
 Unto thy name jofreat honor 's due, 
 The light of Israel's days. 
 
 Long may thy daughters praises sing 
 
 And David be. ronouni'd. 
 For there Messiah is our kin;^, 
 On David's Ihrone he 's crown'd. 
 HYMN CVIi. 
 Foreboding sorrow, 
 
 OUR brightest sun doth set at nooa 
 Our peace doth soon decay ; 
 Like to the bride from the bri'degroom. 
 The church doth pass away ; 
 
 From yonder plain of rest and peace 
 Whore long her footsteps wore. 
 
 Where flocks do feed, and folds incroaae. 
 And cooling springs are there. 
 
 Behold, her footsteps gently move 
 
 The deeper vale to find ; 
 The flowing stream, unbounded love, 
 
 Tt> ever)- human mind. 
 
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 The Saviour's heart is living there 
 
 Cloth'd with a flood of woes. 
 Mourning in secret and in prayer. 
 To save his thoughtless foes. 
 HT^N CVIII. 
 The river side. 
 
 OLORD, I see the blood-made stream. 
 Where Jesus strangers taught. 
 Where Jesus made the conscience clean 
 With bread he dearly bought 
 
 Ho gave his life a sacrifice 
 
 For my soul to atone. 
 Me sought my soul with weeping eyes 
 
 And died for me alone. 
 
 Oh, now I 'm near the river side 
 Where blood doth freely flow. 
 
 Here I put off my selfish prido 
 And sink my sins below. 
 
 Like to a millstone in ihe sea. 
 
 In Christ*s baptizing pool 
 My partial love departs from me,. 
 And heaven receives my soul. 
 HYMN CIX. 
 Moral virtues. 
 
 WHEN I the rules of life observe 
 Which keep my spirit clean, 
 I 'm with the flocks that daily feed 
 On pastures fresh and green. 
 
 Mv joys of life are never old, 
 
 Nor doth my bread decay ; 
 My spirit drinks the holy wine. 
 
 The blessiHjrs of the dm.. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 My evening's rest is blest with peace. 
 
 No guilt attends me there, 
 A wall of safety 's round my rest. 
 
 My morning 's bright and fair. 
 
 The rising sun directs my way. 
 
 My stepping-stones are peace. 
 Temptation 's mantled from mine eyes, 
 My theme doth never cease. 
 HYMN ex. 
 A religious life. 
 
 WHAT fear attends me all the dav, 
 Cloth'd with a shepherd*s care, ' 
 1 hourly seek the hidden way. 
 And place my feet by prayer. 
 
 Still seeking for s(9me pastures green 
 Where Israel's flocks do feed ; 
 
 For precious stones t' were never seen» 
 A shepherd's hand to lead. 
 
 An evening's rest, my soul to know 
 
 Whene'er my glass is run, 
 A path that I may shun my foe, 
 
 And rising joys to come. 
 
 A cradle, like an infant's rest. 
 
 Or in his arms to be 
 Who feeds me daily on his breast, 
 And loves to comfort me. 
 HYMN CXI. 
 The end of sorrow. 
 
 WHEN God doth make a sure decree, 
 And seals his covenant with a seal, 
 No viper's poison tongue can be, 
 Nor wounds for God and Christ to heal. 
 
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 Bless'd with a morning's. Sabbath's aun. 
 With joy we see the gilded .si»ies. 
 Nor dread deep sorrows iiioro to eonio» 
 No cloud to veil the suns that rise. 
 
 The harp'^s sweet voice do fill the ear. 
 Our hearts rejoice to hoar the sound, 
 We 're sure the day of David 's near. 
 The songs of Israel do abound. 
 
 Our spirits join the angels' praiwe. 
 Our souls rejoice to hear them t^ing. 
 We know we 've found Messiah's dny«- 
 And biing our oflcrin^s to our king. 
 
 HYMN CXTI. 
 
 The measures of grace. 
 
 OLORD, we know our morning 's clear. 
 For stars of glory do arise» 
 Good Israel doth to us appear 
 As stars of glory in the skies. 
 
 With blessings thou hast markM his naino» 
 And bid the nations round him see. 
 Thou hast redeem'd him from his pain. 
 And cloth'd hi:3 name with grace from thee. 
 
 Behold, the tribes together join, 
 Mark'd with the seals of lasting love» 
 And Israel is a fold of thine 
 Cloth'd with new blessings from above. 
 
 His springs do like the fountains rise. 
 His Jordan doth her banks o'erfiow. 
 Thou h^t wiped sorrow from his eyep» 
 And Israel doth his Saviour know. 
 
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 His flocks are feeding by the stream, 
 A shepherd's love doth feed the younjr. 
 And Jordan keeps their garments clean. 
 Sweet praises do employ their tongue. 
 HYMN CXllI. 
 Inquiry for the favours of the Lord. 
 
 IORD, v/hen the shadow of thine hand 
 iDoth cloud my morning sun, 
 Mv footstep 's dark, my lamp decays, 
 \Vhen will thy presence come ? 
 
 Temptations tlirong about my feet, 
 A band of inward ibes ; 
 Thev teach me with a lying tonguo 
 VVhene'er my day doth close. 
 
 Hast thou forbidd'n the sun to rise ? 
 
 Oh Saviour, tell me why ! 
 Thy breath hath blasted all my joys. 
 
 And bid my soul to die. 
 
 Thou bidd'st mine eyes in silence weep. 
 
 My heart refuse to groan 
 Until thou dost some Zion find, 
 
 Where thou dost dwell alone. 
 
 Where IsraePs tongue is heard to say. 
 
 Come home my son to rest ; 
 For hero the Lord hath plac'd his name. 
 And here his servant 's blest. 
 HYMN CXIV. 
 The waters of life* 
 
 LORD, from thine heart doth wisdom flow,. 
 From thee a darkened sky ; 
 'T is from thy voice we terrors hear. 
 To tliee for refuge fly. 
 
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 We Jean upon thy breast ; 
 When in the tumults of the earth 
 
 We cry to thee for rest 
 
 Although, O Lord, the fountain 's deep 
 Where wisdom is the spring-. 
 
 Thou feed'st the simple at thy breast, 
 Thou giv'st the lost a king. 
 
 Thou giv'st the flocks a shepherd's name, 
 Thou lov'st to hear them pray, 
 
 'T is thy delight to quench their thirst, 
 And bear their griefs away. 
 
 O Lord, unceasing is thy store. 
 The banquet thou hast made ; 
 
 And Israel will return to thee, 
 The bottom stone is laid. 
 
 Thy word, alone 'b a wall around 
 
 His city and his throne. 
 With him, alone, doth wisdom dwell. 
 
 She marks him for her own. 
 
 HYMN CXy. 
 
 Life beyond sin. 
 
 OLORD, I in thy presence find 
 A life to me unknown. 
 Blest is the man who drinks thy love, 
 Who dwells with thee alone ! 
 
 His morning 's clear, his stars are bright, 
 
 He sees a rising sun. 
 In safety he doth place his feet. 
 
 Nor dreads his years to come. 
 
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 Thine arm *s the pillar oi m '■' st. 
 
 Blest are. his evening ua f-* 
 No storm can move his still x . ^/Ose, 
 
 Nor can he dread the tor^i'S. 
 
 The Lord hath marked him for his own, 
 
 The seal of life he wears ; 
 Cloth'd with the garments of the blest. 
 
 He counts away his years. 
 
 HYMN CXVI. 
 
 Tke Sinner's liopc. 
 
 OLORD, thy love can make me clean. 
 Chastisements keep me so. 
 And thou canst join nio to the fold 
 Where Son and sain^ I '11 know. 
 
 Thou lines of wisdom can afford^ 
 
 And with a teaching tongue 
 Blot out my sins and give me peace. 
 
 And clothe me with the )"oung. 
 
 And place my lips to wisdom's breast 
 Where I her voice shall hear. 
 
 So when she dees me in my pain 
 She Ml pity every tear. 
 
 O Lord, I 'm born to honor give. 
 
 And glorify thy name ; 
 Have mercy, O my God, I pray, 
 Nor let me die in vain. 
 
 HYMN CXVH. 
 A Morning Song. 
 
 TO thee, my God, mine offerings rise,. 
 Thine altar 's thy decree. 
 And as the morning light appears 
 So is our nrace from thee. 
 
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 Our morning stars to suns increaae. 
 Our evenii g light to day. 
 
 And as a lump before oureyea 
 Thy life directs our way. ' 
 
 Immortal is thy word within. 
 ^ And heavenly rest is there. 
 For tiiere the .sacred altar ytandf, 
 The hill of humble prayer. 
 
 The heart enlarges as we feed. 
 As plants do upward grow ; 
 
 And !iow the starry morning come* 
 Of rest on earth below. 
 
 HYMN CXVai. 
 
 livening joys. 
 
 OLORD, my soul in still reposo 
 Diinks in the sacred wine, 
 My pillar never will remove 
 l3ecau(»e the soul is thine. 
 
 West is the mansion of the just, 
 
 It is a sure decree, 
 No want of blessing 's ever there, 
 
 No want of heaven can be. 
 
 Temptation 's from her glory fled 
 And pride hath lost her crown. 
 
 Humility, with royal guest, 
 Doth heaven and god renown. 
 
 Wisdom, triumphant on the throne. 
 Assumes the royal name. 
 
 She feeds her chifdren at her brenst 
 And makes temptations vain. 
 
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 HYMN CXIX 
 
 Meditation and prayer. 
 
 OLORD, how still the valleys are. 
 No mountain echos with the sound ; 
 How secret is the place of prayer. 
 No human voice doth there abound. 
 
 In secret, reading thy decrees, 
 With lonesome sighs to these fulfil. 
 The soul doth bow on bended knees 
 And humbly mourns to know thy will. 
 
 The spirit, still as secret thought, 
 A thousand cares direct the move. 
 Still feeding on the crumbs we 've got 
 And trusting in a father's love. 
 
 'T is here the deepest fountains rise. 
 And meditation's long-known way 
 Do make the secret thoughtful wise ; 
 Their eyes first ser* the dawning day. 
 HYMN CXX. 
 Direction. 
 
 STRAIGHT are the paths that lead to the© 
 On whom depends our rest ; 
 Our judge, from whom there 's none can flee. 
 Without whom none are blest. 
 
 Lord of the earth, the sea, pnd skies. 
 
 Of all the living race ; 
 Without thy presence none are wisd, 
 
 Nor rest without thy grace. 
 
 Direction is a blessintr. kind. 
 
 And from the source of love. 
 Without which every soul is blind, 
 
 Nor «:ee the way to move. 
 
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 That bid the seas to roll, 
 Is where we find a resting place. 
 
 And stillness in the soul. 
 
 HYMN CXXI. 
 
 Immortality. 
 
 IF I could sit on David's throne 
 And place his crown upon my head, 
 I 'd rather dwell with Christ, alone. 
 And see the mountain where he bled. 
 
 If kinnrs and thrones I could command. 
 With princes to my footstool bow, 
 1 "d rather see the promis'd land 
 Which is decreed for Israel now. 
 
 If I could build a throne of gold, 
 And sway the sceptre far abroad, 
 
 I 'd rather speak of truths untold, 
 -4nd see the wonders of my God ! 
 
 If I the mountains could remove, 
 
 Or still the raging of the sea, 
 I 'd rather drink redeeming love. 
 For this alone can comfort me. 
 HYMN CXXII. 
 The effects of Grace. 
 
 THE Lord hath bless'd us as his own, 
 Nor hath ho tak'n the lion in, 
 Of justice he hath built his own, 
 Ho 's sitting there to judge our sin. 
 
 This land wa? chosen for his feet 
 By him who lights the morning skies, 
 ^4nd here hath he ordain'd to meet 
 The meek, tho humble, and the wise. 
 
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 He it hath made a sure decree. 
 He here hath plac'd his royal name. 
 He 's sworn our king and judge to be. 
 To judge the scornful and the vain. 
 
 The Lord is jealous, with a frown. 
 He doth the righteous balance hold. 
 His burning presence has come down 
 To weigh and try the drossy gold. 
 
 The earth shall burn, the stubble smoke. 
 The Lord in judgment will appear ; 
 By night my slumbering eyes awoke. 
 My spirit did this sentence hear. 
 
 HYMN CXXIII. 
 The fruitless vineyard. 
 
 THK walls \^re strong, the trees were green. 
 The banks o'erflooding with the stream, 
 The flocks were shaded by the txees, 
 The shepherd's care was over these. 
 
 By night I heard the tempest rise, 
 1 woke and saw the darken'd skies, 
 I heard the flocks most loudly ciy. 
 Because there was no shepherd nigh. 
 
 The trees which had the covert made 
 Were naked, and the leaves decay'tl. 
 The vine which had the cMsters boro 
 Had wither'd, and it was uo tiore. 
 
 The streams were dry, the banks were bare. 
 There were no sprii;;^' nor pastures there ; 
 The shepherd and Jio Hock did part, 
 ^nd left me with a broken heart. 
 
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 HYMN CXXIV. 
 The sandy desert. 
 
 HOW oft we seek and nothing find, 
 In disappointments beaten way ; 
 How distant are the joys we see, 
 AW secret in the coming day. 
 
 Still treading on the rolling sand. 
 Our feet are weary, never still ; 
 The joys do flee that we pursue. 
 They 're shadows on a sandy hill. 
 
 So is my heart with prospects vain 
 Cloth'd with dark garments cf my time ; 
 How long my spirit wears the veil. 
 To know, my God, these joys are thine. 
 
 I have no covert from the sun. 
 Nor springs of joy to quench my thirst, 
 1 Ml set me down and mourn alone. 
 Without a Saviour none are blest. 
 
 HYMN CXXV. 
 A Song of Thanhsgimng. 
 
 TO thee, O God, my praise shall be. 
 To Christ, the Son and God, to thee ; 
 We see thy wisdom and thy ways 
 AxQ worthy of our noblest praise. 
 
 Thou dost from binding cords release, 
 Thy spirit gives the humble peace. 
 The judge that on our spirit bore 
 Has vanished, and he is no more. 
 
 Thy wisdom made his throne decay. 
 Thou blest us with a brighter day. 
 Thou didst the stumbling stone remove, 
 Awii cloth'd our spirits with thy love. 
 
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 To thee our thanks shall freely flow. 
 Thy name we 've seen, thy love we know. 
 Thou cau3*d our earth and lust to rise 
 By oiT'riiigs and by s'^^ fiice. 
 
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 The Wonders of the Lord. 
 
 THOU caus'd our sliunbcrmj? dust to move. 
 Thy word became our morning ^^ong. 
 No thought could stand against thy will. 
 No judge could still the praising tongue. 
 
 Our banner rose, and others see 
 The power and glory of thy word. 
 And songs of praise were writt'n to thee. 
 Our dust awoke to praise the Lord. 
 
 Thou didst upon the desert smile. 
 Thou built a mansion for the poor ; 
 Thou bad'st the barren sands to yield. 
 Be fruitful, and to cease no more. 
 
 Thou blest our tables with a crumb. 
 And cloth'd thine altars with thy grace ; 
 Through grief thou mad'st our garments clean 
 To give thee glory in this place. 
 
 Thou mad'st our foes to humbly bow. 
 The judge's sentence to be vain ; 
 Our stumbling stones thou didst remove. 
 And made our footsteps clear and plain. 
 
 Our oiFerinffs did to thee ascend 
 iiecause thou hast our altars blest ; 
 It pleas'd thy mercy and thy care. 
 To still the storm and give us rest. 
 
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 HYMN CXXVII. 
 
 Stillness. 
 
 OLORD, how still the waters are. 
 My wandering thought 's at rest. 
 My spirit hath a shepherd's care 
 And I 'm with mercy blest. 
 
 Thou bad*st the beating tempest rage. 
 
 The stormy winds to roar, 
 And then thou didst my griefs assuage 
 
 Bade them to rise no more. 
 
 Thou bound the serpent with a cord 
 And bade his tongue be still. 
 
 The lion that defied the Lord 
 Is conquer'd by thy will. 
 
 The forest ceas'd that mournful noise 
 
 Which did my spirit join. 
 And now I taste a thousand joys,— 
 The sacred oil and wine. 
 
 HYMN CXXVm. 
 The beginning of life. 
 
 TO thee, O Lord, lift up mine eyes, 
 To thee direct my prayer ; 
 O let me drink a thousand joys. 
 And bless me with thy care I 
 
 O lead my soul to pastures green 
 Where shepherds feed their own ; 
 
 And wash me in the living stream 
 Descending from thy tlirono. 
 
 Oh, that my lamp may not decay, 
 Bright morning stars nrisc ; 
 
 That 1 may see the heavenly way 
 Through all the darkest skies. 
 

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 That I may feel thy warmest lovo 
 
 My mournful grief to join. 
 And harmless as the turtle dove 
 May all my heart be thine. 
 HYMN CXXIX. 
 Seekiriig rest. 
 
 HOW sandy were the paths I trod. 
 The fields were bare, the springs were dry, 
 My feet were in a trackless road. 
 Nor herds, nor flock, nor shepherds nigh. 
 
 The streams before were dark and deep, 
 A lonesome valley passing through ; 
 For friendship, how mine eyes did weep, 
 How restless did my feet pursue. 
 
 Dark disappointment led my way. 
 With sighs and groans, and constant prayer; 
 How clouds did shade my brightest day. 
 The streams o'erflooding with despair. 
 
 My hope was like the leafless trees. 
 No herb nor plant were fresh and green ; 
 My mourning soul was like to these. 
 No fruit were on the branches seen. 
 HYMN CXXX. 
 Weary life. 
 
 TEMPTATION cross'd the beaten way. 
 My lamp decayed, and was dim ; 
 My sacrifice I could not pay. 
 How mournful is the end of sin. 
 
 No leading star before me rose. 
 My spirit saw a setting sun ; 
 No friend iny spirit could compose. 
 Still dreading weary steps to come. 
 
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 My feet did like the drunkard's slide. 
 Temptation led me far astray ; 
 A curse to me because of pride. 
 Oh, how I stumbled in the way I 
 
 No thought above my grief could rise. 
 No invitation from despair 
 Could light my dull, unseeing eyes. 
 Nor could my tongue reveal my prayer^ 
 
 HYMN CXXXI. 
 
 Prospects of peace. 
 
 OUR peace we at a distance see 
 But troubles now are where we be ; 
 It is by God's descending grace 
 We feel our griefs, and run the race. 
 
 Lord, teach me who inspires to move I 
 Or, is it thee gave birth to love ? 
 To place our conscience on thy name, 
 A prize by virtue to obtain. 
 
 O man, deceiv'd in thine own heart, 
 Thou hast from me an equal part. 
 And all that do my name pursue. 
 In peace and trouble have their due. 
 
 In trouble, there is nothing lost. 
 The prize is won, we pay the cost ; 
 And to be sober, and be wise. 
 The sinner often falls to rise. 
 HYMN CXXXII. 
 Pursuing virtue. 
 
 LOI' I > of my soul, how long 's the race t 
 What lofty mountains rise ! 
 How oft my spirit b^i'^ks for grace, 
 And mourns with weeping eyes.. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Why doth my spirit never fail 
 
 To call upon thy name ? 
 Oh, why doth darkness so prevail, 
 
 To give me grief and pain ? 
 
 This path before thy birth was made, 
 
 'T is life's salvation way ; 
 ■*T is where the cost for joy is paid 
 
 And night doth shade the day. 
 
 'T is ordinations brightest star. 
 
 The birth of heavenlv love, 
 €ome unto man from (jod afar 
 
 To every sin remove. 
 
 HYMN CXXXIII. 
 
 The mourning of the servants of the Lord. 
 
 LORD, how thy servants mourn, 
 Their eyes do weep to see 
 The end to which children are born, 
 A life of vanity. 
 
 The deeds they do prepare 
 As lifeless stubble burn. 
 As chaff is blasted in the air, 
 Their joys to earth return. 
 
 They seek for deep distress. 
 The pit that bums below, 
 A joyful life do they profess. 
 But drink their cups of woe. 
 
 How false their treasures are. 
 How soon the race is run. 
 Their joys are blasted in the air. 
 And there 's no fruit to come. 
 
 
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 Th end of sin^ or the proceeds of a wicked lift. 
 
 WHEN Death's pale hand appears, 
 Tlie volume I have made 
 Doth clothe my soul with trembling fears,, 
 I 'm troubled while I read. 
 
 My deeds I now must weigh 
 Held in my trembling hand. 
 How restless is this mournful day. 
 My building 's on the sand. 
 
 The balance tries the gold. 
 The judge of life appears, 
 Mv mornings I have vainly sold, 
 And lost my youthful years. 
 
 My hope in life has fled 
 And loft me in despair, 
 I languish on my dying bed 
 And find no comfort there. 
 HYMN CXXXV. 
 Hearing the word of the Lord. 
 
 OLORD, how deep thy secrets are. 
 The treasures of thy grace. 
 Are deeper than the deepest seas, 
 Seal'd in the hidden place. 
 
 Thv word is loud as thunders roar 
 floard from the stormy skies. 
 
 By thee th6 earth's frail pillars move, 
 'By thee the dead do rise. 
 
 The trumpet, slumbering eyes awake, ♦. 
 
 The soul with trembling fear. 
 Unto thy* word with groans reply; . 
 
 And answer with a tear-* . 
 
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 Directed by Uiy word. 
 And like a helpless infant cries 
 
 For mercies from the Lord. 
 
 HYMN CXXAVI. 
 
 Receiving Faiths 
 
 FROM whence, O Lord, thy presence came, 
 To wake mine eyes, and give me paiu ; 
 There is a balm the wound to heal. 
 Thy heart, in secret, doth reveal. 
 
 Why should my heart in gTi f atono 
 
 For stolen pleasures I have known ? 
 
 Or why am I endued to cry 
 
 For what thy pleasure could supply ? 
 
 Or why didst thou my spirit raise 
 
 To mourn, and give thee lasting praise ?" 
 
 There is a cause by man unknown, 
 A sun that ne'er by nature shone, 
 A rest conceal'd within the breast 
 That 's never known till we' 're oppress'd. 
 
 There is a path our eyes ne 'er see 
 Till wo 'ro directed, tord, by thee,' 
 For it is by thy calls we move. 
 Mourn for our sins, and drink thy love. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVn. 
 
 Descending, or the Visitations of the Lord. 
 
 Clolh'i) with the mantles of the skies 
 Thy garments, Lord, are made, 
 Of shading elouds that fall and risd 
 Like to tlio changing shade. 
 

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 On our spirits to bear. 
 At other times we 've changing moon» 
 
 Like to a changing air. 
 
 Sometimes bewildered in the night, 
 
 As blind as blind can be, 
 At other times have morning li^ht 
 
 With hearts that 's praising thee. 
 
 No thought can move thy chastening hand. 
 
 No tongue direct thy ways. 
 No monarch can thy mind command. 
 
 Nor worlds correct thy praise. 
 
 All bow before thy heavenly throne, 
 
 Each chang-e is with a cause : 
 And ever}' change thy name doth own. 
 
 And all explain thy laws. 
 
 HYMN CXXXYUL 
 
 The fulness of time. 
 
 LORD, in thy ways we plainly see 
 Thy turning hand, thy sure decree ; 
 And when we know that we are dust. 
 Our all in all in thee we trust. 
 
 By thee fhe cloudless suns do rise, 
 Thou spread'st thy garments o'er the skies. 
 And like a veil that 's spread between . 
 No more thy name nor heart are seen. 
 
 By thee the bursting thunders roar. 
 At thy command they »re heard no more ; 
 The storms enrage the restless seas 
 Till thou command'st a calm to these. 
 
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 Our restless thoughts will never cease 
 Till thou command'st a lasting peace ; 
 These are the measures of our days 
 7'ill all the soul doth join in praise. 
 HYMN CXXXIX. 
 Absenting grace. 
 
 LIKE to the circuits of the sun 
 So Lord, thy grace doth go and come ; 
 And, as the evening to the day 
 Thy presence comes to flee away. 
 
 There *s not a virtue we command. 
 All power is in thy giving hand ; 
 And as by law the orbits move. 
 So is the order of thy love. 
 
 Man is of virtue unpossess'd. 
 In the same hour thou seest it best ; 
 At thy command his spirit mourn 
 To fit the house for thy return. 
 
 Why should my feet incline to slide 
 In paths thou hast to me denied ; 
 Oh Jesus, teach mine eyes to see 
 That wo both fall and rise by thee. 
 HYMN CXL. 
 
 MY mother 's sick, oh, will she die ? 
 My father mourns, and bows his head, 
 The children round the bed do cry. 
 Till one doth say, dear mother 's dead. 
 
 My father wanders all alone. 
 He seeks, no comfort can he find ! 
 Children *s without a mother known. 
 And orphans have a mournful mind. 
 
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 By mother wp were fed with care, 
 Her hands did make the clothes we wore; 
 Oh then our griefs were Hght to bear, 
 Our dearest friend is now no more. 
 
 Her hands from clothing she withdrew 
 And laid thoin on her lifeless breast. 
 Our mornings were for ever new. 
 But now wti 're troubled where we rest. 
 
 Tlie bed seems lonesome, and we dream 
 
 That we sometimes can mother see ; 
 
 Our father, too, in teare is seen ! 
 
 O father, dear, we niouru for tiiee ! 
 
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 Oh father, see, thy orphans cr}'. 
 
 We have no mother in our home ; 
 
 Oh father, why did mother die 
 
 And leave her children all alone ? 
 
 My father 's sick, how slow he movcis. 
 His eyes are plac'd upon the «rronnd ; 
 Oh, how his orphans father loves. 
 Oh, how our hearts to him are bound 
 
 Has father gone to his sick bed, 
 Oh, sister, dear, I '11 run and vsco ; 
 He 's been to us our daily bread ; 
 Father, our comfort 's all in thee. 
 
 Oh, if thou diest and Icav'.st us here, 
 Through all our years our lots to mourn-. 
 Thou knowest we have no mother, dear,, 
 And this p,roud world poor orphans scorn. 
 
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 How pale our father seems to be. 
 Oh brother, dear, he cannot rise. 
 My sister, now he calls for theo. 
 As helpless as a child he lies. 
 
 Come children to his dying bed 
 And hear dear Father leave his young ; 
 Oh brother, see, he 's almost dead. 
 He hardly now can move his tongue. 
 
 Sister, take father by the hand. 
 And bow thy head his voice to hear,' 
 Oh, how I crave to understand 
 His voice, too weak to reach mine ear. 
 
 Oh sister, what does " .her say ? 
 ' Tis hard because 1 want to know ; 
 He tells me he must go away 
 And leave us in this world below. 
 
 Farewell, dear father, and adieu,. 
 My father and my mother 's gone. 
 Our mournful days are known to few,- 
 The orphan's garments we Ml put ou. 
 
 As sheep without the shepherd, lost, > 
 As leaves are scatter'd in the air. 
 We 're on the waves of trouble toss'd ; 
 Our garment 's mourning and despair. 
 
 HYMN CXLI. 
 
 The Blesslngg of Faith. 
 
 LORD, from thy presence fur abroad i 
 We find no comfort, nor no God ; . 
 But faith inspires our hope to rise, 
 TCovkuow thv will i:> lo cha;sti,>;e,. 
 
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 Although the painful rod we feel 
 We know in thee is power to heal ; 
 Altho' we 're on rude billows toss'd 
 Tiiere 's not a soul from thee is lost. 
 
 Although the storm appears our foe 
 Thy faith is still our compass thro* 
 And when wo find the peaceful shore 
 Our griefs are past and known no more. 
 
 Wise are the measures of thy love, 
 Thou visit'st us from heaven above ; 
 Not willing mortals here to leave 
 Until we own thy power to save. 
 
 HYMN CJ^LII. 
 
 The Inheritance of the Lord. 
 
 OLORD, thy name 's a hidden deep. 
 Thy will is unforeseen. 
 Thou art where ancient prophets sleep. 
 Where David's voice hath been. 
 
 Thou art with Jacob in his rest. 
 
 With the Messiah's calls, 
 Thou art v/here Abram's name is blest, 
 
 Where Babel's tower falls. 
 
 Thou art where monarchs draw the line 
 
 And where the poor do cry ; 
 The heavens, the earth, the seas are thine, 
 . When to be born and die. 
 
 . And where the weary saint doth tread 
 The footsteps of thine own ; 
 And where the painful martyrs bled 
 * To honour tliee alone. 
 
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 Thy mind is present with us now 
 
 And all our way foresees, 
 And thou hast sworn the proud shall bow 
 
 And woi-ship thy decrees, 
 
 HYMN CXLIII. 
 
 The paths of life. 
 
 OLORD, thou art our life and light. 
 To us a daily sun. 
 To thee thou call'st the soul to bow. 
 And point'st our paths to run. 
 
 Thou writ 'st upon the living mind 
 And print 'st thy memory there, 
 
 And thou art still our morning light. 
 Our every evening prayer. 
 
 Thy ways are secret in thy breast 
 
 Until thy love reveals 
 The ways of safety, and of peace. 
 
 As thou dost loose the seals. 
 
 Thv mercies are a crown of peace, 
 
 A diadem to wear ; 
 Thou lead'st the weary home to rest. 
 
 And mak'st their passage clear. 
 
 Thou blessest ev'ry morning sun 
 
 Which hath on Eden shone. 
 And with the blessings of thy love 
 
 Dost thou protect thine ovvn. 
 
 HYMN CXLIV. 
 
 The horrors of sin. 
 
 WHEN first our morning suns arise 
 Cloth'd with a garm&ijt of disguise. 
 We see no danger nor no fear, 
 The sinnar^s way is pl?in and clear. 
 
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 But soon the sting of guilt we find 
 To pierce the heart, and clothe the xnindt 
 And vile temptation's pleasant tone 
 Is but a sigh and dying groan. 
 
 So sinners find the hidden way 
 To be a dark and sunless day. 
 Until the doleful night appears 
 And life doth vanish into tears. 
 
 Oh that mine eyes may clearer see 
 My heart continue as I be, 
 Altho' my steps with fear are slow 
 They Ml save me from a hell below. 
 
 HYMN CXLV. 
 
 The invitations of life. 
 
 OLORD, thou dost direct our ways. 
 And with a shepherd's care ; 
 For thee we spend our thoughtful days 
 In watchfulness and prayer. 
 
 And with a tender father's love 
 Thou lead's! us through the day ; 
 
 And through the night, from heaven above 
 Dost thou direct our way. 
 
 Thou feed'st us with the crumbs of bread 
 And mak'st our paths so clear. 
 
 We are by thee to fountains led 
 Of waters deep and clear. 
 
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 Thou giv'st us pleasure in tl 
 Which never will decay, 
 ;Still leading on to joys to come 
 Which never pass away. 
 
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 Thou piv'st us joys both new and old 
 
 And David for our king. 
 Where Jesus doth the balance hold 
 
 The flocks for ever sing. 
 
 HYMN CXLVI. 
 
 The afflictions of thz mind. 
 "IlfHY did the thorn and thistle grow? 
 ft Why doth the stormy tempest blow ? 
 'Why did a tempting voice arise 
 To touch mine ear or blind mine eyes ? 
 
 . Ts there no power in heaven above 
 To save the world with heavenly love 1 
 Or why is not my spirit wise 
 
 ' Without the cost of sacrifice ? 
 
 Why doth my spirit often mourn 
 vStrayfrom right paths and then return. 
 Or why doth not my shepherd see 
 Tliat paths of life are best for me ? 
 
 ••Or why doth death subt^'ie my frame 
 And still my breath witii d}-ing pain. 
 With dying groans and panting breath 
 Give up this body unto deathi ? 
 
 Why cannot I my morsel find 
 Without a grievM and troubled mind ? 
 
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 Replies to the inquiry/. 
 
 ADMIT, my bread should have no ta^te. 
 Or we should drink who have no thirst. 
 How could our pleasures be increas'd 
 . Did we not taste the bitter first ? 
 
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 Or what could reason teach the mind 
 Admit there were no erring way. 
 What could we seek for or could find 
 Were there no paths that lead astray ? 
 
 How could we know a Saviour's voice 
 If every tongue did well agree, 
 Or could my spirit more rejoice 
 If mourning ceas'd to visit me ? 
 
 All, all is wisdom in a line 
 All serve to make my reason clear. 
 Both day and night a change of time, 
 So doth my God to me appear. 
 
 Our sorrow is a virtue blest 
 When we the mournful hour improve, 
 On trouble God doth build our rest, 
 It is the merit of his love. 
 
 HYMN CXLVIII. 
 A prayer for 2cisdom. 
 
 LORD, at thy feet as dust I lie. 
 Upward I dare not look ; 
 1 know that I am born to die. 
 And I thy laws have broke. 
 
 I 'm in thy mercy bound to trust. 
 
 My spirit cannot flee ; 
 My soul can offer sinful dust 
 
 And cry aloud to thee. 
 
 Lord, thou hast giv'n me life and breath, 
 
 A body and a mind. 
 Hast set before me life and death. 
 
 And as I seek I find. 
 
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 And now a crumb of bread I cravo 
 From wisdom's holy hand ; 
 
 Thv word my mournful soul to save, 
 A rock wheroon to stand. 
 
 HYMN CXLIX. 
 
 The blessings of life. 
 
 WISDOM, the dearest bride of life, 
 Stands mourning at the door, 
 She calls me with uplifted hands 
 To come and sin no more. 
 
 This world doth show a harlot's breast, 
 She 's near the gates of hell ; 
 
 And with a gilded, golden hand, 
 invites me to rebel. 
 
 How pleasant do appear her ways. 
 She says her feet are clean ; 
 
 But sha a sinful heart conceals, 
 And all her flocks are lean. 
 
 But wisdom, with a lonely cry, 
 
 lavites my spirit home ; 
 S!ie 's rich in mercy and iu grace. 
 
 She sits upon a throne. 
 
 Her flocks are in green pastures fed. 
 
 Her springs are never dry. 
 She pardons all my former guilt. 
 
 She 's with me whore I lie. 
 
 Her arm 's the pillow of my re.st, 
 
 I at her breast do feed, 
 Her bosom flows with milk and wiiio^ 
 
 With all the joy,=i I need. 
 
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 HYMN CL. 
 
 The mcrdcs of God to the afflicted. 
 
 OLORD, why did the river rise, 
 Or springs of love so freely flow ? 
 Thy listening ear hath heard our cries, 
 Thou sent thy mercies down bolcw. 
 
 Why do the waters taste so sweet. 
 Or streams which heaven do afford ? 
 O Lord, thou mad'st thy will our meat. 
 And fed us with thy holy word. 
 
 "Why hast thou made the hedge so strong 
 The wall no lion can subdue ? 
 No idle tumult stills our song. 
 The portal 's open to pass through. 
 
 Thy love and mercy never ends. 
 Thy holy care doth still chastise. 
 To us the prophet now descends. 
 Thy spirit comes to make us wise. 
 
 There are no measures to thy grace. 
 Thou mak 'st the fountain deep and clear 
 Thy holy arm is round this place. 
 And thy salvation 's flowing here. 
 HYMN CLI. 
 The footsteps of the icise. 
 
 WITH constant care I place my feet. 
 My paths pursue with holy fear. 
 By wisdom's hand I 'choose my meat. 
 And drink of fountains deep and clear. 
 
 With watchful care I leave the sand, 
 And shun the pit of mire and clay ; 
 I seek a rock whereon to stand. 
 And pray the Lord to lead my way. 
 
 Nor tal*ry at the serpent's den 
 Where hissing adders oft I hear. 
 For these are in the breast of men. 
 And there, doth Satan oft appear. 
 
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 Wlieno'er the stormy tempest blows 
 I bow my head, and then resign, 
 And so 1 pass my angry foes. 
 And these, my friends, are paths of mine. 
 HYMN CLII. 
 The blessings of righteousness. 
 
 OLORD, thou 'st made our paths so clear, 
 Our footsteps simple, wise and plain ; 
 We know thy mercy. Lord, is here. 
 And we rejoice to know thy name. 
 
 In wisdom thou dost draw the lino 
 And lond'st thy hand to lead tlie way. 
 Thou moasur'st every moment's time 
 And grant 'st us blessings day by day. 
 
 Thou lott'st us see beyond the stream 
 And mark'st the narrow passage through ; 
 In trouble thou dost make us clean. 
 And blessest all our mourning too. 
 
 Thou bring'st bless'd wisdom near the fold, 
 Dear stranger at the gates doth stand ; 
 She 's bless'd to us that were of old. 
 She comes with a baptizino- hand. 
 HYMN CLIII. 
 The Shepherd's lore. 
 
 OH, mercy, from the heavenly throne 
 Why hast thou to our v/orship come ? 
 Thy name is to our judge unknown. 
 In one, the Father and the Son ! 
 
 Thou lend'st to us a giving hand 
 Which led thy Israel tJirough the atonn. 
 Whose bread by day v/as tliy commruui, 
 Whose rest by night was in thine urui. 
 
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 We know the banquet of thy love, 
 And as the flock do know the fold ; 
 This day assembled to improve 
 Nor idle offerings to withhold. 
 
 Thou feedest with the lines of grace 
 Within our walls thou giv'st us peace. 
 We 're as the flock before thy face 
 Whose blessiujrg never, never cease. 
 HYMN CLIV. 
 Direction. 
 
 jll, muy our praise and mourninjof join,. 
 
 'And aii our oflbrings be sublime ! 
 May wisdom's hand direct our ways. 
 And heaven and God receive our praise ! 
 
 May watchfulness and care attend 
 Lest we some little one offend ; 
 May we possess a humble mind. 
 In every trouble be resign'd. 
 
 O may we use a bridled tongue 
 The pit of enors long to shun. 
 And trim our lamp with constant fear 
 As wo tii3 voice of wisdom hoar. 
 
 May not one day be spent in vain. 
 Still breathing to Messiah's name ; 
 That he may each temptation bind. 
 Bind up the heart, and heal the mind, 
 HYMN CLV. 
 Promihniial facoKi's. 
 
 OLORD, how sure the stones are laid 
 To place our feet upon ; 
 How clear the line of wisdom 's drawn 
 TI:e favours of thy Son. 
 
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 Why doth the trumpet speak so loud 
 
 If love doth not attend ? 
 Or why doth thy directing hand 
 
 A line of mercy lend ? 
 
 Why didst thou strong temptation bind 
 
 If it is not thy will, 
 Or why do we the trumpet hear 
 
 Which bids the storm be still ? 
 
 Thou bind'st the lion with a chain. 
 
 The serpent 's erring tongue 
 Is in our ears an empty noise. 
 
 And still w)iere praise is sung. 
 
 With the bless'd covenants of the East 
 
 Thou seal'st us to thy name. 
 Thou call'st salvation to our home. 
 
 And with Messiah reign. 
 
 HYMN CLVI. 
 
 Forethought. 
 
 ON thee, O Lord, I fix mine eyes, 
 Who fram'd the earth and spread the skies ; 
 These are the order of thy love. 
 Nor kings nor councils can remove. 
 
 The rivers thou ordain' d to run 
 In humble circuits go and come ; 
 Assembled in the flooding sea. 
 Lord, these are works ordain'd by thee. 
 
 What circling thoughts attend my mind. 
 Bat in the midst thy grace I find ; 
 There wrote a dear Redeemer's name, 
 A Son, that from thy bosom came. 
 
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 Although my wandering thoughts abroad 
 Seem lost to know their centre, God, 
 Thy love and mercy gathers home 
 These wandering subjects to thy throne. 
 
 Shall I, O Lord, forget thy grace, 
 Or yet our flock their feeding place ; 
 To thee, O God, each thought shall rise, 
 Thou altar of my sacrifice. 
 
 HYMN CLVII. 
 
 Humble praise, 
 
 COULD my thoughts thy love express. 
 Thy preservation and thy care. 
 My tongue should move thy name to ble 
 My all, my God, shall centre there. 
 
 When I by parts thy wisdom see. 
 The wonders of thy guardian name. 
 Thy love, my God, doth comfort me. 
 Who am, without thee, all in vain. 
 
 When I behold the worlds above. 
 The circuits of the moon and stars 
 I see no mortals can remove 
 V/iiat thou ordain'st, thy will declares. 
 
 O Lord, givo me a heart to praise, 
 A tongue prepar'd to speak of thee 
 The winders of thy former days, 
 llecause again these days shall be. 
 
 Withhold not from my broken heart 
 The oil v/hich ever heals my pain. 
 Nor let thy grace from me depart 
 Le&t-I should cease to praise thy name. 
 
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 HYMN CLVIII. 
 
 Precaution. 
 
 WHEN troubles rise, and foes repeat 
 With breaths of ill design. 
 With iron cords to bind our feet, 
 Then shall this lot be mine. 
 
 Prepar'd the fetters to receive. 
 
 The binding cord to try, 
 With pationco, in affliction grieve. 
 
 When angiy foes are nigh. 
 
 But when the Lord's anointing word 
 Shall heal my troubled mind. 
 
 My soul shall triumph in the Lord, 
 In him a friend I '11 find. 
 
 'T is not by words of angry flame 
 
 I shall my foes subdue. 
 But in the Lord's eternal name 
 That binds and conquers too. 
 HYMN CLIX. 
 Vicioiij. 
 
 LORD, when thy presence I behold, 
 The lofty hills to move ; 
 A God that was not bought or sold, 
 The sacred God of love. 
 
 He, who led Israel through the sea 
 
 At Horeb's mount he fed. 
 His mind is Sinai unto mc, — 
 
 He that through Jordan led. 
 
 He, that gave Canaan's fruitful soil 
 
 To chiidf en of his own. 
 Doth all my tronbles reconcile ; 
 
 He is my God alone. 
 
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 When foes against his name appear 
 
 And give my spirit pain. 
 Then is his just salvation near 
 
 Who Israel's foes hatli slain. 
 
 And with a strong unconquer'd arm 
 
 He sends his word abroad. 
 Free from injustice and from harm, 
 
 A wise and jealous God. 
 
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 Ancient tiiith. 
 
 COULD we the paths of Israel find 
 *T would be a blessing to our mind. 
 And God his mercies would restore 
 Which now are lost and known no more. 
 
 Remember how good Israel rose. 
 And how the Lord subdued his foes ; 
 And how the waters did divide. 
 And plac'd him on the peaceful side. 
 
 The Lord to Israel shepherds gave 
 His soul to keep, his flocks to save, 
 And prophets, as a lamp of light, 
 Were Israel's watchmen through the night. 
 
 Where is the church that 's so endued. 
 Which other paths than those pursued ? 
 Where 's the Messiah of their care 
 Who now prevails by word and prayer. 
 
 The churches now in pieces part ! 
 A broken mind, a bleeding heart. 
 Is now our portion and our lot, 
 Since Israel and his God 's forgot. 
 
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 Restoring grace. 
 LORD, we 're naked, and are poor. 
 No diadem we wear. 
 We wonder as the lost, astray. 
 Without a shepherd's care. 
 
 Oh, how we for a Saviour cr}% 
 
 As children wanting food ; 
 We have no staff whereon to lean. 
 
 Nor know the way that *s good. 
 
 There is no Moses in our eyes. 
 
 No Saviour's feet we see ; 
 We pray for mercy from thy throne. 
 
 May David rise for thee ! 
 
 Oh, bless us with Messiah's hand, 
 
 Let us our shepherd know ; 
 Those stars of light refuse to shine 
 
 Which conquer'd Israel's foe. 
 
 Lord, bless us with thy heavenly care, 
 
 With thy restoring grace ; 
 And we, chastisements will receive. 
 
 And bow before thy face. 
 
 O Lord, there 's mercy in thy love. 
 
 And pardon in thy breast ; 
 Remove our sins, O God, we pray. 
 And give our spirits rest. 
 HYMN CLXn. 
 Human glory. 
 
 THE Lord inspires and we fulfil. 
 He gives us grace to clothe his name, 
 He bids our action to be still. 
 For man, alone, is all in vain. 
 
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 It is God's gldry when we rise. 
 And when the bosom feels LmpressM 
 To speak of .iieasures just and wise, 
 Point out the paths that lead to rest. 
 
 To bless the Lord, aaJ give renown, 
 Is human glory, and our theme 
 To speak of blessings that came down, 
 To bless the h«art and make us clean. 
 
 To own the Eord ih all we do 
 And place his name before ' ur face, 
 Then sacred wisdom to puisne. 
 And glory in the dieeds of grace. 
 
 HYMN CLXIII. 
 
 Wisdom alone. 
 
 RELrEv'D from snares, the evil twine. 
 Nor cords nor fetters on the feet ; 
 She with her hand divides our time, 
 And from her spirit gives us meat. 
 
 She makes our footsteps plain and clear. 
 We *11 bless her with the royal name. 
 She as the parent doth appear, 
 As one that hath from heaven came. 
 
 We Ml give her glory, peace, and rest. 
 And build her name below the sun ; 
 As children love the mother's breast,- 
 So will we praise this humble one. 
 
 She brings her talents from the East„ 
 And as the morning sun doth rise 
 Wer mercy shines Usponi the Ibast,. 
 
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 Distant from the Lord, 
 
 HOW desolate the deserts are. 
 These trackless paths that I pursue*;. 
 My spirit finds no shepherd there, 
 The blessings of the Lord are few. 
 
 Oh wandering thought, where wouldrt thou go, 
 My soul, what dost thou seek to find ? 
 Still not content without a foe 
 To trouble and convict the mind ? 
 
 The chilling hand of cold derpair 
 Doth lead thy spirit on this way. 
 Till thou dost meet a Saviour there,. 
 A stranger on' this mournful day: 
 
 With bleeding Wbunds,, on thorns thou trod. 
 And dash'd thy feet against tlie stones, 
 God made for thee this painful road. 
 To hear thy spirit uttter groans. 
 
 Plere God deprives thee of thy rest 
 Which thrones and kingdoms do aff jrd ; 
 *T is where the soul was never blest. 
 The end of those that curse the Lord. 
 HYMN CLXV. 
 A Prayer for Mercy. 
 
 OLOUD, the pain my spirit feels 
 Is more than I with patience bear,. 
 My wounds nor bruises never heal. 
 No shepherd hears my mournful prayer.* 
 
 Mv kindred are as flocks astrav, 
 They see my wounds but cannot heal,. 
 They *ro helpless as the tomb this day ;i 
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 And thou canst feel this inward paiu ; 
 Let every si(rh for me atone. 
 Let every groan be to thj' name. 
 
 Thou canst my sinful guilt remove, 
 There is no help, but Lord, from thee, 
 Forgive me, and a sinner love. 
 Lead me to where thy blessings be. 
 
 HYMN CLXVL 
 
 The merits of a Saviour. 
 
 LORD, in a thirsty land 
 1 found the living spring. 
 The lofty mountains did remove. 
 And Israel saw their king. 
 
 An angel's voice we hear 
 Descending from on high. 
 The stepping-fctones in peace are laid, 
 See where the diamonds lie. 
 
 A shepherd's hand to feed 
 Is naked in our eyes. 
 An altar, near, doth upright stand ; 
 The mount of sacrifice. 
 
 The field with pasture 's green 
 
 Our hope doth plainly see. 
 And streams of pleasure gliding still 
 
 Our watering place to be. 
 HYMN CLXVn. 
 Moving by direction. 
 jrp IS homeward, reason guides my way, 
 
 JL My shepherd and my care. 
 He did the raging waters still. 
 And plac'd his pleasure there. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 For him the pastures did arise, 
 And glory fiJIM the stream ; 
 
 The vines are planted by his name. 
 Oh see, the grapes aro green I 
 
 These are the sinner's great reward 
 Who givew to God his due ; 
 
 His feet in paths of safety tread. 
 Nor foes his paths pursue. 
 
 His. soul is passing o'er the stream. 
 How clear the waters are ! 
 
 Direction from Mes.-'iah rose. 
 And joy and peace is there. 
 
 HYMN CLXVHI. 
 
 Messiah's chosen place. 
 
 OH. how the Jews of Zion boast. 
 And for her daughters mourn. 
 And though her glory hath been lost 
 Her blessings do return. 
 
 Oh, rnay we know the appointed plac^ 
 And where the ark doth rest ; * 
 
 The unbounded treasures of his grace. 
 Which ancient Zion blest. 
 
 Whh joy behold the assembled flock 
 To where his love doth rise. 
 
 His name alone the chosen rock. 
 The place of sacrifice. 
 
 That we may bless the feeding hand 
 Which doth our sins remove, 
 
 That every heart may understand 
 The blessings of his love. 
 
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 HYMN CLXIX. 
 
 The 'pastures of the Lord. 
 
 FROM theo our blessings do descend 
 Who bidd'st the pastures grow, 
 From thee, alone, the springs arise. 
 And streams of freedom flow. 
 
 Thou call'st thy wandering children home, 
 And dost increase their store ; 
 
 Nor dost thy blessings now refuse, 
 A portion to the poor. 
 
 Thou bidd'st the lonely desert yield, 
 t The woodlands to become 
 A humble vale, a feeding place, 
 A vineyard to thy Son. 
 
 His little flock doth gather there 
 Sweet clusters from the vine, 
 .And with a humble song of praise 
 Sav all and all are thine. 
 HYMN CLXX. 
 The glory of God. 
 
 LORD, friendship, mercy, love, and care, 
 Is the event of mournful prayer ; 
 To thee our sentence doth arise 
 Who with thy mercy dost chastise. 
 
 Thou mark'st the footsteps of our feet. 
 Thy name doth bless us when we meet. 
 And thou in mercy dost ordain 
 A day of joy when we complain. 
 
 Thou dost in love and care increase. 
 And through deep sorrow form our peace ; 
 Thy name doth give the weary rest 
 And frees the soul that is oppress'd. 
 
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 For mourning thou dost give us praise^ 
 And when we 're lost direct our ways, 
 And giv'st us hope in years to come 
 From God the Father, and the Son. 
 
 Thou mak'st us rich with grace and love. 
 Thy name descending from above, 
 Thou dost chastise and make us clean 
 And lead'st us through the troubled stream. 
 To where the little flock is blest 
 With peace and glor\% joy and rest. 
 HYMN CLXXI. 
 The Lord's blessing. 
 
 LORD, bless'd with -care, we humbly bow 
 Before thy high, exalted throne. 
 Confess- our sins with humble fear. 
 And all thy gentle favours own. 
 
 Thou mark'st the paths that lead astrav. 
 Forbid our feet to walk therein. 
 And shew'st to us the appointed place 
 Where thou forgiv'st the deeds of sin. 
 
 'Thou call'st the saint and Saviour near. 
 At thy command their souls attend ; 
 The sinful, who despise thy word. 
 Thou with strict justice dos't offend. 
 
 Oh, why should we forsake thy law 
 Or shun the paths which thou hast blest. 
 Or murmer. Lord, against thy name. 
 Who dost chastise, and give us rest ? 
 HYMN CLXXIl. 
 The Revelation of God. 
 "Y hearts unseen, unfathom'd deep, 
 .Oh, could my life thy measures know ; 
 In thee mine eyes are taught to weep. 
 From thee do endless pleasures flow'.f 
 
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 Art thou the mystery of the Lord, 
 A secret, crowns cannot reveal ? 
 Art thou a vohirne of record 
 Of which the fatlier keeps the seal ? 
 
 Mysterious life is hidden there, 
 For wisdom keeps the openintj door 7 
 In thee the fruitful vine doth bear, 
 ^nd sin doth cease and be no more. 
 
 Oh, is my spirit with the Lord ? 
 Or dare my tongue presume to say 
 That life 's to me a«eal'd record, 
 ■ -4nd all 1 have one ehortenM day. 
 
 Tho Lord is life, and hope, and fear, 
 I am his, but nothing is mine ; 
 ^4 nd every day which doth appear 
 Reveals the measures of my time. 
 
 HYMN CLXXIIL 
 
 The AiTTi of the Lord revealed. 
 
 SMALL are the measures I receive 
 -According to my thirst, 
 My Saviour meets me when I grieve. 
 So when I mourn I *m blest. 
 
 This life *s to me a hidden store, 
 
 I 've little in my trust. 
 Drink what I have, and thirst for more, 
 
 For this to me is best. 
 
 Had I the #orld at my command 
 
 Or could I still the sea. 
 More bless'd td me 's a Saviour's hand 
 
 Ha 's all and all to me. 
 
RTMNS AND PBATEIia; 
 
 My hope in him *8 a lasting Btort 
 
 And my redeemed trust 
 Xteth give me tiir I aak no more. 
 
 When I »m with pardon West 
 
 HYMN CLXXIV. 
 
 The place qf resL 
 T ORD, at thy footstool down I lie, . 
 MJAb humble servants be, 
 I cease to mourn, I cease to cry,w 
 When life I give to thee. 
 
 When thou my measures dost <livide. 
 
 Thy spirit bids me rise. 
 And all I need thou dost provide. 
 
 Nor heaven nor earth denies. 
 
 Thou feed'st me from a loving breast. 
 Thou mak»8t thy bosom bare. 
 
 Thou bidd'st my wearv spirit rest. 
 Thy love doth feed me there. 
 
 Thou bidd'st the morning sun to rise. 
 
 With glory to thy name. 
 Thy love with mercy wakes mine eyes 
 
 Thy pardon heals my pain. 
 
 Thou bidd'st my spirit gently move, 
 
 And putt'st my guilt away, 
 With unknown measures of thy love 
 
 Thou 'st bless'd this glorious day. 
 
 Thou bidd'st these wakeful eyes to sleep 
 
 With those that are at rest. 
 Never again to wake to weep, 
 
 But ^lumber with the bleeu 
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 HYMN CLXXV. 
 
 The end of human life. 
 
 WHEN unto me this life must close. 
 Mine eyes no more to see» 
 May I be pardon'd, and my foes 
 Fur ever done with me. 
 
 Oh wild temptation's cor.quer*d guest 
 Whose dwelling *s with thine own, 
 
 Thou canst not follow into rest 
 Where God alone is known. 
 
 Where God has plac'd his heavenly throne 
 
 Thy name no more can bo, 
 And where we live with God alone, 
 
 'T is life unknown to thee. 
 
 This day thy thoughts on weary wings 
 
 Leaves ths afflicted breast, 
 And life, immortal, joyful sings, 
 Cloth'd with eternal rest. 
 
 HYMN CLXXVl. 
 Deliverancefrom deatfi, 
 
 HOW shall I thy dark portals shun. 
 The grave so dark and deep ? 
 Is there a time, unknown, to come, 
 • When every eye must weep ? 
 
 Death I tell me where thy terror lies J 
 Why crowns thy name do fear ? 
 
 Can none above these horrors rise, 
 So doleful in the ear ? 
 
 Oh, my replies are soft and mild. 
 
 No terror 's in the grave 
 When souls to God are reconciPd, 
 
 Whom God from Death doth save ! 
 
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 *T is not in death the terror lies. 
 
 But in the deeds of sin ; 
 It is through thee the. righteous rise. 
 (The sinner stays therein.) 
 HYMN CLXXVII. 
 The remembrance of sorrow. 
 
 HOW dark and deep the grave appears, 
 A clouded world with woes 
 Doth bring our eyes to flooding tears j 
 So trouble on us flows. 
 
 This is the Lord's baptizing place, 
 
 And death is his command ; 
 'T is death prepares the heart for grace, 
 
 And his engraving hand. 
 
 I now in my remembrnnce find 
 
 The balance of my woes. 
 And memory doth possess my mind, 
 
 How soon my life must close. 
 
 There is a signet and a seal 
 Which never will remove. 
 And there redeeming love 1 feel. 
 And sorrow drowns in love. 
 HYMN CLXXVHI. 
 The shortness of time. 
 
 SISTER, dear, with spreading wings 
 Thou art prepar'd to flee, 
 Nor wait till man his offering brings. 
 And then to go with thee. 
 
 Thy friends are waiting at the door 
 
 Till thy fair hand comes in. 
 They »re ready, and they ask iio.niorOf 
 
 And these with thee begin. 
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 Their spirits win? their way, 
 And so pass with thee through the skiovi 
 
 BlessM with the present day. 
 
 •Thou never dost again return 
 From whence ttiy spirit flees. 
 Thy kindred know a time to mourn. 
 And thou art there with these. 
 
 Rejoicing in thy bosom lie, 
 
 And life is in thy care, 
 And to thy breast these souls applf 
 
 Who have no time to spare. 
 
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 The blessings of life. 
 
 LONG life 's a blessing from the Lord' 
 If we his favours all record. 
 Recount his frowns, and drink his Iove», 
 And know his visits from above. 
 
 If. thonirh in health, or sick, we be,. 
 If we *i'e ill bonds, or we are free, 
 K;tch change is given to improve, 
 Through all, by time, we gently mors. 
 
 All, all *s proceeding from his name. 
 There is no time to us in vain. 
 The Lord is present where we be, 
 In everj' change his life we see. 
 
 Time is a cordial to the mind. 
 
 When through repentance grace wo find. 
 
 And then the longer here we stay. 
 
 The more give thanks, and praise, and pray. 
 
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 HYMN CLXXX. 
 
 Salvation, 
 
 OLORD. our God, eternal power, 
 \Jf everlasting praise. 
 Where thieves do steal, and moths devour. 
 1 here we behold thy ways. 
 
 J'leeting pleasures thou dost remove 
 
 Greater to us restore, 
 Sothou dost life and time improve. 
 
 That we may sin no more. 
 
 Thou Mdd'st the earth's coJd, chilling brea.st 
 
 1 o open for our clay, 
 *° *^<*st thou try our moment's rest. 
 
 And putt'st our joys away. 
 
 How bless'd, O God, is thv decree. 
 
 Which bids these joys remove, 
 ror then we mourn, and pray for thee. 
 
 1 o taste and drink thy love 
 HYMN CLXXXr. 
 
 Oy Jh.^^'^'^^S fifthe Kingdom. 
 LORD, thy high, exaltel name. 
 With angel, saint, and Son, 
 Do all restore to us again, 
 
 WJien will thy kingdom come ? 
 
 When lofty princes I dethrone 
 
 Fhroligh sorrow, grief, and woe, 
 Then all the world shall be mine own, 
 ±-ach heart my kingdom know. 
 
 W'hile pride sits on a lofty thron* 
 And d(5th my name despise, 
 J^m!^ ** prihc^ to us unknowm 
 *iJl we hoFe wet'pihj^ eyei. 
 
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 While men to him do bow the knee. 
 And pray for kingdoms here. 
 
 They dwell, as far as earth can be. 
 From where the saints appear. 
 
 But when temptations they refuse 
 
 And for my spirit mourn. 
 No saint nor angel wilt refuse 
 
 To earth again return. 
 
 And make the heart their dwelling place* 
 Their council, court, and throne. 
 
 And give bless'd measures of their graces 
 Dwell with and bless their jown* 
 
 HYMN CLXXXII. 
 
 The beginning qf sorrow. 
 
 OLORD, I see the flowers do fade»^ 
 And I have weeping eyes ; 
 False is the peace with these I *Ve madie, 
 They fall, never to rise. 
 
 These are my youthful, morning jojn. 
 
 With these I took delight, 
 But now the moth the stem destroj's. 
 
 They're fading in my sight. 
 
 They 've been to me a garment worn. 
 
 Or time J 've spent in vain ; 
 But now they flee, I rise to mourn, 
 
 For I *ve despis'd thy name. 
 
 My wandering feet are far abroad, 
 On shells and stones I tread ; 
 
 I meet the judgments of my God 
 With thorns upon my head. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Lord, remove this painful crown. 
 The griefs that Jesus bore ; 
 
 To thee I Ml wake ! to thee renown I 
 And praise for evermore. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXIIL 
 The visitation of sin. 
 
 OLORD, my heart doth feel the pain, 
 Unmeasur'd grief I bear ; 
 
 1 feel the judgments of thy name. 
 And thou dost meet me there. 
 
 Whjr did I choose this path to tread. 
 
 The race the foolish run. 
 To bring thine anger on my head. 
 
 And dread my griefs to come ? 
 
 Oh,^ wild delusion of the thought 
 
 That hath no place to stay. 
 Which led me till I God forgot. 
 
 To meet this mournful day. 
 
 What can I offer or atone 
 For all the sins I bear ; 
 I 'II sit me down and crj* alone, 
 And God will see me there. 
 HYMN CLXXXIV. 
 The Lord rcigneth. 
 
 AFFLICTED nature, poor and low, 
 Who count'st the pains thou feel*st i 
 *T is God alone thy grief doth know, 
 *T is he, thy sins reveal'st. 
 
 Awake from death, mv troubPd soul 
 And dread the pains* of hell ; 
 
 Behold, the cloudy pillars roll 
 Thy future grief to tell. 
 
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 Thy pain the Lord * ^veals, 
 
 This 18 the hand to thee chastise. 
 My heart conviction feels. 
 
 Shall I resist, can I resign. 
 
 My fate is hard to bear ; 
 Between my nature and divine. 
 
 There gulphs of sorrow are. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXV. 
 
 Meeting my foes. 
 
 HO^ earth's exalted stations riso 
 My courage to subdue ; 
 A righteous hand doth me chastisa. 
 My soul *8 convicted too. 
 
 How can I all these joys forsake. 
 And taste nor seo no more ? 
 
 How hard ft is the cord to break 
 That chafe's and makes me soro, 
 
 O kindred dear, most joyful band, 
 'T is hard with you to part ; 
 
 The harvest of a fruitful land 
 Doth rend and break my heart. 
 
 Oh, seats of pleasure to my soul. 
 
 Ye cups of pleasant wine. 
 Must you, departing as a scroll. 
 
 Forsake this heart of mine. 
 
 Oh, weary life, that yet remains. 
 Still panting for thy breath. 
 
 Thou yet must fee) the biu<iing #.hnin(«, 
 Aiid yield hiuo^ttll to lieaJi. 
 
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 HYMN CLXXXVI. 
 
 Reviving hope. 
 
 FROM whence art thou, with Imng breath ? 
 Reveal to me thy name ! 
 My hope waa languishing in death, 
 My soul did groan with pain. 
 
 I am the presence of the Lord 
 
 The wounds of death to euro, 
 I come, with meroy, to record 
 
 The pains thou didst endure. 
 
 Art thou the hope the righteous know. 
 
 The wine they taste and feel ? 
 Art thou a Saviour here below 
 
 Who every wound doth heal ? 
 
 I am a voice that 's taught to cr>% 
 
 And teach thine eyes to weep ; 
 I in the grave in secret lie. 
 
 To sin I ever sleep. 
 
 But oh. I hear the trumpet sound, 
 
 When God the heart prepares 
 My spirit leaves the slumbering ground 
 And all thy sorrow bears. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVH. 
 Restoring Faith. 
 
 OLORD, I languish in distresa. 
 Like one lost in the wildemeaa ; 
 My soul did like the infant cry 
 Without thy mercy I shall die I 
 
 Mine ear did hear a joyful sound, 
 A spirit rising from the ground ; 
 The sound I lov'd. the voice I knew. 
 It gave me hope and courafre too. 
 
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 Some angel likeness call to rise. 
 And I, unwilling to refuse. 
 Could not my soul from life excuse, 
 
 A path I in the desert saw, 
 I heard the spirit talk of law, ♦ 
 
 I thought, before me Moses stood, 
 With Christ, the image of all good : 
 I ceas'd my mourning in surprise. 
 For these both came to light mine eyes. 
 
 HYMN CLXXXVm. 
 
 A Prayer for God's continuing merof* 
 
 OLORD, wilt thou the stone remove. 
 Our unbelief, that hinders love ? 
 Our hardness caus'd the spring to dry. 
 And thou thy favours didst deny. 
 
 Remove, O Lord, the stumbling-stone. 
 And we will trust in thee alone ; 
 And as thou feed*st us from above 
 Will we increase our faith and love. 
 
 Remember when our flocks WQre bless'd. 
 The people free that were oppress'd ; 
 And when the young and old were joined 
 In spirit, practice, and in mind. 
 
 Again, we pray these days restore, 
 Bo we *11 not chide nor part no more ; 
 And thy bless*d name with reverence see. 
 With one accord resign to thee« 
 
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 HYMN CLXJCXIX. 
 
 The privilege of practice. 
 
 OH, may our prayer an offering be. 
 And may our griefs atone. 
 When we *ve by sin offended theo 
 Make thy displeasure known. 
 
 Continue, Lord, chastisements stilly 
 
 Correct us by thy grace. 
 And let our practice be thy will. 
 
 Our souls from foes release. 
 
 All might and power is thine to do. 
 
 On thee our souls depend ; 
 Rend every darkening veil in two. 
 
 Let us thy word attend. 
 
 Keep us from wild temptation's ways. 
 
 For those alone are free 
 "Who have a tongue to give thee praise, 
 
 A heart that '^s join'd to thee. 
 
 HYMN CXC. 
 
 The measures of time, 
 
 OLORD, direct our paths, and bo 
 A lamp amidst our way. 
 And when we mourn, look up to thee. 
 And for thy favours pray. 
 
 Keep us, O God, from idle words. 
 
 Nor as the foolish do. 
 Despise the Book of thy records. 
 
 And hate thy mercies too. 
 
 Save us, O God, when foes are round. 
 And when temptations smile. 
 
 Let *s feel the cord bv wliich wo*re bound 
 To Christ, thy darling child. 
 
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 That vrils uh from thy name. 
 But, ha the flof k by shepherds fed. 
 
 Oft meet with thee again. 
 
 Altho' thy smiles thou may's! remoT* 
 
 Our hope and faith lo try, 
 O God revisit with thy love 
 
 And when we mourn be nigh. 
 
 HYMN CXCI. 
 Gladness of tfie heart 
 
 HOW fiwet t, how pleutant, arc these jfty» 
 The kingdom doth afford. 
 When neither lime, nor moth destroys 
 The blessings of the Lord. 
 
 How deep, O Lord, the fountains are. 
 
 The springs do never dry ; 
 When thou direct 'st the heart in prayer 
 
 Thine ear is ever nigh. 
 
 How everlasting is the bread 
 
 Which doth from heaven descend, 
 
 Unmeasur'd joy 's whfere those are fed 
 Who do thy word attend. 
 
 The heart doth oft thy bounties yield 
 
 To fill the listening ear. 
 The lame rejoice, the blind are heal'd, 
 
 Alone, salvation 's here. 
 
 HYMN CXCII. 
 
 The blessings offricndship, 
 
 IF 1 am unto Jesus join'd 
 I am the sinner's friend. 
 The poor in me will comfort findf 
 Aod love will vnevor end. 
 
UTMN8 AVD PRATKnS. 
 
 Who visits with the balmv cure 
 
 B\\t Christ the holy one', 
 Whose heart is clean, whose spirit '« pnw. 
 
 But God '8 redeeming Son. 
 
 Oh, may I to his heart be joinM 
 
 And have my portion there ; 
 Uh then I '11 have humble a mind. 
 
 And strength my grief to bear. . 
 
 When sinners mock me, and abus©. 
 I still their friend will be, 
 
 A^ ?®^ ^^^^ scoffers will excuse, 
 And make my spirit free. 
 
 He still will trim mv lamp by day. 
 And in the needful time, ' ' 
 
 My foes will find me in the way. 
 And see this heart of mine. 
 
 HYMN CXCIII. 
 A time qf love. 
 
 IITHEN I receive the bounteous care 
 ft ITiat God and angels do afford 
 Then will my soul have bread to spares. 
 And bless the tables of the Lord. 
 
 There 's nothing we can call our own,. 
 1 he Lord doth give to give again ; 
 By this we make his blessings known, 
 By giving, glorify his name. 
 
 ilia love 's an everlasting stor«». 
 His mercy, fountains deep and clear, 
 VVe drink, never to thiret no more, 
 Wacn God in mercy doth appeui-. 
 
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 His hand is like the shepherd's care, 
 His tender heart doth gently load, 
 With patience doth our failings bear, 
 And kindly doth his children feed. 
 
 He moves aloud the lisping tongue 
 To give him glory, thanks, and praise ; 
 He lends his ear when praise is sung. 
 And moves the mountain from our ways. 
 
 He bids the little hills to flee. 
 He makes our passage clear and plain, 
 He *s ever present where we be, 
 Aud marks us with his holy name. 
 
 HYMN CXCIV. 
 The cowforts of life, 
 
 HOW stable, Lord, my heart doth feel 
 Whene'er I know thy Son is nigh. 
 What mysteries doth thy word reveal, 
 How needful doth thy word apply. 
 
 'T is not in man to form his ways, 
 Nor a bless'd action to repeat ; 
 Nor can a sinner sing thy praise 
 Until he worships at thy feet 
 
 Thy pardon is a cause to sing 
 And calls the soul to upwards rise, 
 Borne upward on an angel's wing. 
 We hate our sins and love the wise. 
 
 Wisdom's the oiFspring of thy breast. 
 The heart and action of thy Son, 
 Our peace and pathway home to rest. 
 Our wisest choice, the only one. 
 
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 HYMN CXCV. 
 
 Or JIS^V'^J^ ^^ ^^^'* MouTS. 
 xhc^.^ ^^y ^*^"^^h *»a^h blessed been 
 When David and thy Son did feed. 
 And that again we shall be clean 
 Thou hast by ancient days decreed. 
 
 A resurrection sure shall be 
 And sinners to the Lord restor'd. 
 The yvandoring shall come home to thee. 
 And feed in pastures from the Lord. 
 
 Why should we faint, and chide, and fea^. 
 JJr yet dispute about the way ? 
 The spirit of past time is near, 
 The Lord is present here this day. 
 
 Where are the barren sands we know 
 Or yet the desert of distress. 
 Where is our Jordan to pass throuffh 
 On every day the Lord doth bless ? 
 
 Nor are our offerings counted vain, 
 ^ehold our Sabbaths, how they move. 
 And by Messiah's holy name 
 Our days are lengthened to improve. 
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 OGratUude to God for continuing favours, 
 H. could my soul a word afford 
 1 hat would give honours to the Lord. 
 My heart should like the fountain flow, 
 io count the favours that we know. 
 
 In sorrow, God is present by. 
 His Son and spirit both are nigh. 
 And by the wisdom of his word 
 He doth our sorrows all record. 
 
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 He doth chastise us by his name, 
 
 lie wounds the heart and heals our pain. . 
 
 UnwoHhy, Lord^ our offerings be 
 
 To rise so high as come to thee. 
 
 But thou hast come with pardoning grace 
 
 To heal our sorrows in this place. 
 
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 Receiving mercy, 
 . ORD, by the turning of thy hand 
 We feel our sins, and understand ; 
 Our frame is but a mould of dust. 
 Still travelling on, and seeking rest 
 
 Our mind *s a spirit, 't is unseen, 
 Tho' constant washing, never clean ; 
 Nor imperfections cease to rise. 
 Or causes, the* thou may chastise 
 
 So is our spirit ever known. 
 
 By sinning, and again atone, . 
 
 All these are mercies. Lord from Ciee, - 
 
 Descending down to where we be. 
 
 Affliction, Lord, to us is blest. 
 
 As we peruse the paths to rest. 
 
 And when thou dost our sins make kno^K'Xk 
 
 Thou dost prepare us to atone. 
 
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 Affections to God. 
 
 MY heart, my God, 1 give to thee, 
 I prfiy my sinful lust subdue. 
 For me they are too wild and strong, 
 Peceitful». and they 're tempting too. 
 
HVMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 Lord, teach the passions of my mind 
 I o humbly bow before thy name. 
 And tho' my sorrow 's deep and sore 
 i-»et wisdom come to me again. 
 
 Lot me receive her jnrivinff hand. 
 Let me, O God, her footsteps see. 
 And as an infant seek her breast. 
 Who feed'st the flocks abroad for th©6. 
 
 And when I 'm weary, find her rest ! 
 My soul, pursue her name alone : 
 teho doth baptize and make us clean. 
 With all her heart she loves her own, 
 
 HYMN CXCIX. 
 
 OT r^ryVi^ ?^^'^ ^"^"^ of power. 
 l^UKD, thy providence we see, 
 Ihme arm in wise and stronff. 
 We are too frail to speak of thee 
 bo oft wo 're in the wrong. 
 
 As parents hear the infant cry 
 
 So let thy love descend. 
 Thy power aiul might are ever riffh 
 
 As we on thee depend. ' 
 
 Lord, lead us from the scoffer's way 
 1 hat we thy truth may find. 
 
 And bless our frrieved souls (his day 
 1 hat have a troubled mind. 
 
 O Lord, we pray, forsake us not, 
 
 But still our sins chastise, 
 Wor let our sorrows be for/rot 
 
 Who grieve with weeping eves. 
 
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 Nor idle hours to spend, 
 Thou eall'st us and wc must away 
 And on thy word attend, 
 HYMN CC. 
 The blessed favours of the Lofd* 
 
 LORD, as we live, the more we see 
 That goodness doth abound from thee ; 
 It is the wisdom of thy hand 
 To well perform thy great command. 
 
 Thou dost, O Lord, the heart inspire 
 With wh it thy spirit doth desire. 
 For thou dost cause the heart to feel 
 ne truths thy sphit would reveal. 
 
 With love, thou dost our faults excuse 
 When wo do not to act refuse. 
 But when we 're proud and think we 're Vise, 
 Thou dost our failings all chastise. 
 
 We 're born, O God, thy name to fes^r, 
 Thy will obey, thy name to hear ; 
 "To lean upon thy' gathering arm, 
 And trust thy mercy through the storip. 
 
 »T is not in us thine heart to know. 
 How thon dost rule events below. 
 Until we do both hear and see 
 That all and all 's ordain'd by thee. 
 HYMN GCI. 
 SiippUcaiion. 
 TTn WORTHY, Lord, we find we are 
 I) Of thy protection and thy care ; 
 But thou, O Lord, dost ever see 
 The soul that doth incline to thee. 
 
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 We pray for pardon and for love, 
 For thy direction when we move ; 
 And for thy blessings where we rest 
 Who 're ever mournful till we' are blest. 
 
 Lord, if thy love continues still 
 
 Our flowing cup with joy to fill. 
 
 Our thanks, and praise, and prayer, shall be 
 
 An offering from the heart to thee. 
 
 Remind us. Lord, of favors past. 
 Thy love be with us till the last ! 
 Thy mercy be our lasting store 
 Till we shall sleep and be no more. 
 
 HYMN ecu. 
 
 Hmiiility. 
 
 BEFORE the throne of God I bow 
 And all my thoughts are still, 
 Mv prayer is all for wisdom now, 
 For my Redeemer's will. 
 
 Without his favour I am lost 
 
 And dark'uing clouds arise. 
 My ^oul on the wide ocean toss'd, 
 
 Or in the desert cries. 
 
 Mourning must ever be my lot. 
 
 My nights be floods of tears. 
 If I by Jesus be forgot 
 
 Through my succeeding years. 
 
 •^O heaven, and earth, togetlier join, 
 
 My lasting friend to be ; 
 Xord, grant the measures of my tim^ 
 
 And I '11 bo taught bv thee. ^ 
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 HYMN CCIII. 
 The comforts of hope, 
 
 LORI>, let my morninjr prayer arise 
 As minors through the darken'd skies ? 
 This world ^s a tumult, as the cloud 
 Where li^htnin^s flash, and thunder loud^? 
 With beatinor storms the tempest roll I 
 So are the horrors of the soul. 
 
 Save us, O Lord, from long d<espair» 
 For many souls are fainting there ; 
 Religion and thy name decays 
 Where churches cease to give tfiee prais«* 
 
 O Lord,, chastise thy little flock. 
 
 And heal the hedge our sins have broke^ 
 
 Lest we forget to praise thy name 
 
 From whence our house and favours came. 
 
 HYMN CCIV. 
 
 The fear of tJie Lord. 
 
 OLORD, how deep thy judgments are^ 
 How. far abroad extend ; • 
 How formless is our morning prayer. 
 How often wo offend. 
 
 Ma\' thy chastisements ever be 
 
 To us the darling prize ; 
 For these are truths that come from the* 
 
 Through love to make us wise^ 
 
 And when we tremble in despair 
 
 Grant that our hope remain ; 
 With patience we affliction bear^ 
 
 Our sorrows and our pain.. 
 
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 And when our spirit 's in distresA, 
 
 Thy presence* Lord, be near. 
 Our pach repenting groan to blesa 
 Till we *re no longer here. 
 HYMN CCV. 
 Repentance. 
 
 LORD, how my heart dolh feel 
 Is more than I can tell ; 
 The sacred truths thou dost reveal, 
 The gates of heaven and hell. 
 
 Touch*d with the sacred flame 
 Which caused my soul to move, 
 I feel that unextinguished paia 
 Descending from thy love. 
 
 I saw a passage made 
 Straight in the heavenly way, 
 A crown of glory for my head 
 And the immortal day. 
 
 The flame did then abate 
 As I began to move, 
 My soul left the dark prison gattt 
 To meet the Son of love. 
 
 Messiah sought me there. 
 Who did the prison close, 
 He led me to the hill of prayer. 
 Beyond a hell of woes. 
 
 HYMN CCVJI. 
 The love of God. 
 
 OLORD, my heart I »ve placed on th«9. 
 With thee I comfort find. 
 For thou hast been a God to m« 
 To bleM my troubled miad. 
 
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 When I to thee an offering maker 
 
 may thy heart receive 
 My harden'd heart in pieces brafeiJ,* 
 
 That doth thy spirit grieve'. 
 
 My Hfe, O God, was ferm'd by thee,, 
 
 'T IS thou that gave me brealfh ; 
 If short or long my liffe may be 
 
 1 know mine eiid is death. 
 
 Prepare my heart thy name to meet,. 
 When I' the sentence hear 
 
 I must put on my winding-sheet. 
 Before thy throne appear. 
 
 O Lord, with mercy draw me home 
 And in my death be nigh. 
 
 That I rejoice before thy throne,^ 
 In innocence I die. 
 
 HYMN CCVII. 
 
 F reparations for death. 
 
 OLORD, it cannot be to soon,, 
 I pray my sins remove. 
 Prepare my body for the tomb. 
 My heart for worlds above. 
 
 If yet I see a lengthenM day 
 Thy will shall be my care ; 
 
 Each morning I Ml attend to pray^ 
 With patience trouble bear. 
 
 At Evening I will bend the kneo 
 And count the days I *ve past, 
 Thv summons soon' may come for m#^ 
 
 
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 I will be mindful of my time. 
 The measures in my trust ; 
 For all and all, O Lord, are thine* 
 And I am earth and dust. 
 HYMN CCVIII. 
 Thankfulness to God for health, 
 
 MY spirit hath from sickness rose 
 Restor'd to health again, 
 And I this song of thanks compose 
 To God*s eternal name. 
 
 O Lord, thou saw me when I lay 
 
 To a sick bed confin'd. 
 With darkness thou didst clothe the day, 
 
 A load bore on my mind. 
 
 The chilling pains of death were near 
 With whispering I should die, 
 
 But life again did then appear. 
 The words of truth were nigh. 
 
 Thv presence to my bed-side came. 
 
 With truth before mine eyes, 
 To rise with thanks, and praise thy namoi 
 For thee my soul did rise. 
 HYMN CCIX. 
 A prayer for preservation, 
 
 OLORD, Ion thy bosom lean. 
 My comfort *s in thy breast. 
 Let rne no more in sin be seen. 
 But number'd with tlie blest 
 
 Divide my time as it should be 
 
 And with a shepherd's care. 
 Let me be one who live for thee^ 
 
 My soul fot death piepsuw.. 
 
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 That I may here remain ; 
 My spirit offer thanks and praise. 
 My spirit bless thy name. 
 PIYMN CCX. 
 The hope of salvation. 
 
 A SPIRIT rises in my breast, 
 *T is hope tliat I s hall be 
 One of the number of the blest ; 
 Lord, is this hope from thee ? 
 
 Thy word, O Lord, inspires to life. 
 And all thy thoughts are true, 
 
 And righteousness is in belief, 
 In faith and practice too. 
 
 secure. 
 
 'T is thou that made my hope 
 
 Imprisoned with a chain, 
 'T is hope that all my griefs endure. 
 
 And yet doth hope remain. 
 
 Mv doubting mind is like the wind 
 iThat often comes and goes ; 
 
 For doubting *s in the heart that sinn^cT, 
 Through hope my fears do close. 
 
 HYMN CCXL 
 Enjoyment of the blessings of God, 
 
 OLOKD, a quiet heart I feel. 
 There *s no convulsion there. 
 For peace thy spirit doth reveal 
 Through fasting, and by prayer. 
 
 Remov'd a distance from my foef 
 As North and South from me : 
 
 The Lord my troubles doth compott 
 Calm as the etormlefis sea. 
 
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 Who bade my restless sorrows ceaao. 
 Who gave the great command ? 
 
 But God, the author of my peace« 
 From his unceasing hand* 
 
 He bade my troubled thoughts i6 wbU 
 
 The restless seas be still, 
 And he hath all my troubles blesi 
 
 Because they were his will. 
 
 HYMN CCXII. 
 
 Forgiveness. 
 
 HOW soft and kind my heart doth' t^l^ 
 And how my blessings flow. 
 When I can all my wrath conceal* 
 When I forgive my foe. 
 
 Unbounded are the powers of !ot* 
 
 Implanted in the breast, 
 When God doth ^ y from beaveii at>oTO 
 
 I ever shall be blest. 
 
 Bless'd is the shepherd of the fold 
 Where love and truth do reigit. 
 
 Where love to God surpasses goMt 
 Where children praise his name'. 
 
 Where songs of honour loud are svaig 
 
 To fill the listening ear, 
 Where God doth bless the praising;^ tOBguet 
 
 And where the saints appear. 
 
 And where our bless'd forgiveness teigiw. 
 
 Unbounded powers of loVe, 
 Our foe subdues, our foe regatfit 
 
 To hope in heaven above. 
 
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 Turning to the Lord* 
 
 WHEif I a harden'd heart could feein 
 And vengeance in my breast, 
 When I could not my wrath conceal 
 I had from God no rest. 
 
 He placed my sins before mine eyes 
 
 And bade my spirit-move, 
 Mv soul from where the sinner die» 
 
 Witliout Messiah*^ love,. 
 
 My^pul was with the call impressed 
 
 And now mine eyes can see, 
 There is a way that leads to rest. 
 
 From sin, my God, to thee, 
 
 Hope, like the springy, did quench my Ibirat,. 
 
 And did abate the flame. 
 And for forgiveness I am bless'd 
 And turn to god again. 
 
 HYMN CCXIV. 
 The Gospel of Truth, 
 
 UNERRING flame, O sacred lightr 
 That from the heaven of heavens came I 
 Thou art to me my soul's delight, 
 A blessing from Messiah's name. 
 
 Thy virtue *s like the purging stream. 
 And as the flame, for ever burns ! 
 Thou mak'st the soul and body clean* 
 By thee the soul to God returns. 
 
 Thy presence is for ever new. 
 Thou visit'st in the Father's name* 
 Thou dost chastise and heal us too* 
 The soul from sin thou dost regaisL 
 
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 Thy name on earth shall never cease. 
 As harmless as tho dovo doth fly, 
 Thou hast come down to form our peace. 
 To teach us that tho kingdom *s nigh. 
 
 From God the Father, and the Son, 
 Thou spread'st thy shading wings abroad,, 
 Thou art for evermore to come, 
 A blessing from the throne of God. 
 
 HYMN CCXV. 
 
 Receiving the Tvu(hm. 
 
 Bless'd sister of my troubled raihd f 
 Thou dost the Son and saint adore ; 
 With thee the name of God I find, 
 Bride to the lamb for evermore. 
 
 The Church doth lean upon thy breast 
 And love thee as the mother dear. 
 Thou art from God for ever blest. 
 Nor queens on earth like thee appear. 
 
 Of wine and oil thou art possessed. 
 The body of G^d's holy Son, 
 Thy spirit long hath been distressed 
 Still waiting for the time to come. 
 
 Till babes should rise to honour thee 
 From morning till the setting sun. 
 Till unto them thy soul should be 
 Time past, and present, and to come.. 
 
 Until the human voice should rise. 
 Until our souls should thee adore. 
 Until the simple should be wise 
 A^ praise thy name for evermortu 
 
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 \yhieh rose, and in our darkness shonet 
 For this is truth that was to come. 
 We Ml love and bless her as our own. 
 HIMN CCXVl. 
 The measvres of the mind, 
 
 THE heart *s a book we little know. 
 Nor art nor science read it through. 
 The measures that it doth contain 
 While unimprov'd, to us are vain. 
 
 They *re like a space we cannot see, 
 *T is where the stores of nature be ; 
 As where the dead in secret lies 
 Till God doth call our life to rise. 
 
 'T is through the heart God doth reveal 
 The mysteries that tlie heavens conceal, 
 'T is in the heart he writes his name 
 And sets his seal to there remain. 
 
 He in the mind implants his love 
 And gives us light from worlds above. 
 The saints and angels visit there. 
 It is to man the house of prayer. 
 His song of thanks, his theme of praise, 
 And the best measure of his days. 
 HYMN CCXVII. 
 The heart revealed. 
 
 OH, what a volnme *s in my breast. 
 Unnumbered measures it contaiB, 
 Altho' this day I may be blest. 
 This time will never come again. 
 
 There are no lines of science there. 
 To me unknown 's my daily bread. 
 My praise doth cease, and mournful pTBYer* 
 
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 Mjr heart to me is God*« command 
 When I 'm directed !)v his grace; 
 He moves the deeds that 's on the sand 
 And lets me see that empty place. 
 
 As walls decay and turn to dust. 
 So is our nature when alone, 
 But when in God J put my trust. 
 My Saviour and my sins are know^% 
 
 Why should my heart by science ike. 
 Or exaltation clothe my name ? 
 Nature »s a vapour in the skies, 
 Without my God my nature 's vain. 
 
 HYMN CCXVni. 
 
 The Sanctuary of the Un-d, 
 
 MY Saviour hath a humble mind 
 And spotless j^armenty doth he wear. 
 In him a goodly heart I find ; 
 Oh, that my spirit centred there ! 
 
 Within the bosom of the Lord 
 Is God the Father's dwelling plac€|. 
 There he salvation doth record 
 And gives the measures of his grace. 
 
 And as the morning sun doth shine 
 To light our natural-seeing eyes. 
 So are the measures of our time 
 When Jesus in our hearts doth rise. 
 
 His sanctuary »s ever there. 
 And there wo bow before the throne. 
 There doth Emmanuel form our prayer. 
 And there the Father»s name h known/ 
 
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 When man his heart doth understand. 
 Arid all his heart is washed in blood, 
 Chastis'd by God's most secret hand. 
 
 HYMN CCXIX. 
 
 Man known to himself. 
 
 OLORD, how many parts 1 feel. 
 Hard is thy sentence to endure. 
 For mercy I to thee appeal ; 
 Make all my einful nature pure ! 
 
 The life of Christ *s a cleansing streaiHt 
 And as the spirit loves the Son, 
 Baptize my heart and make me clean ! 
 My nature* all before thee come. 
 
 O Lord, thou gave to man his name, 
 O Lord do not hii3 heart despise ! 
 Thou hast done nothing that 's in ain. 
 Before thee all my nature lies ! 
 
 All griev'd and wounded, sick and sore, 
 As children bow their heads in prayer ; 
 My spirit cannot rise no more, 
 Without direction and thy care. 
 
 Dear Shepherd of mine all within, 
 The word that from the Father came 
 Hath wash'd my heart and made me clean. 
 And now there is no part in vain. 
 
 HYMN CCXX. 
 A prayer to be delivered from sin. 
 
 OH sin, thou art my bitter foe, 
 Distressing to my mind ; 
 Affliction 's in the way I go. 
 My rest is haid to find. 
 
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 ^nd sorrow *s in the paths I tread 
 My steps are weak and slow. 
 
 My spirit *s hungering to be fed, 
 My soul is thirsting too. 
 
 I feel my feet with fetters bound, 
 
 It is with pain I move, 
 I seek for that I 've never found, 
 
 Unceasing, pardoning love. 
 
 I cannot keep my footsteps clean. 
 
 So prone to mire and clay ; 
 How loud I cr}% O God redeem, 
 
 Remove my sins away I 
 
 HYMN CCXXI. 
 Removing from sin. 
 
 OLORD, how dark my footsteps are. 
 How hard my feet to move ! 
 I find in vain is all my care 
 Without unceasing love. 
 
 How like the lost I walk astray. 
 
 My danger is unseen ; 
 My sins do cloud the fairest dav. 
 
 My faults do stir the stream! 
 
 How can I lift mine eyes to thee. 
 
 Or on thy love depend ? 
 Thou often-times hast pardon'd rae, 
 
 As often I offend. 
 
 O Lord, prepare a cup of guilt, 
 
 I 'II drink my sorrows in. 
 Thy Son for me his blood hath spilt, 
 
 But I remain in sin. 
 
 
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 From the dark paths 1 trod. 
 So I mijrht drink redeeming love. 
 
 And bless and praise my God. 
 
 HYMN CCXXII 
 Light from heaven^ or the love of God. 
 
 OLORD, a guilty heart I feel, 
 A living soul within 
 Is praying to thy name to heal, 
 Thy love to move my sin. 
 
 My guilt is more than I can bear. 
 
 It bears upon my mind, 
 And there is deep conviction there, 
 
 A hell of woes 1 find. 
 
 My spirit doth my weakness own. 
 
 Before thy throne I stand 
 To hear the sentence of thy throne. 
 
 And bow at thy command. 
 
 My sins arose, like mountains stood. 
 
 Thou gave me light to see 
 That thou alone artbless'd and good. 
 
 And fate depends on thee. 
 
 My sins arise, from choice I make 
 
 Direction of mine own ; 
 And when I do thy word forsake 
 1 mourn and crv alone. 
 
 HYMN CCXXII I. 
 The peace of tfte penitent mind. 
 
 OLORD, to thee I '11 pay my vows 
 Who mak'st my passage clear, 
 Mv sinful soul before thee bows, 
 T.iy pardoning love to hear. 
 
HYMNS AND PRATERS. 
 
 The cloud doth now in pieces break 
 
 The darkness of my day, 
 And as I do my sins forsake 
 
 I see the lighted way. 
 
 But oh, my feet I move with fear. 
 The guilt of sin I dread ; 
 
 Lord, thine angry voice to hear 
 Are coals upon my head ! 
 
 1 have a living soul within 
 Which doth rejoice to see 
 
 The gate, where I may shun my sin, 
 And drink my peace with thee. 
 
 HYMN CCXXIV. 
 
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 1KN0W the Day of Judgment 's ni^h 
 When I must stand before my foes. 
 And with the word of God comply 
 By whom my spirit first arose. 
 
 To drink the sorrows of my sin 
 Is judgment that is justly due. 
 For that, my heart should feel within, 
 And own the sentence just and true. 
 
 The blood of Jesus flowing there. 
 His life to mingle with mine own, 
 My soul his holy cross to bear 
 Where I for all my sins atone. 
 
 To taste his flowing, precious blood. 
 As well as all his bruises feel. 
 Cry for salvation to my God, 
 And say, O Lord, these sorrows keal ! 
 
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 HYMN CCXXV. 
 
 The balm of life. 
 
 OH Gilead's joys, where is thy spring;, 
 Or heahng that thy halm affords ? 
 Oh, where do Zion*s children sin^. 
 Or Jesus loose the binding cords ? 
 
 O Lord, where doth the city stand, 
 Or the bless'd kingdom of thine own ? 
 Where is that lost, but promis'd land. 
 Which was to sons of Israel known ? 
 
 Is there not love with God in store ? 
 My waking spirit seems to rise ; 
 My bleeding wounds do bleed no more. 
 Nor tears o'erflow my weeping eyes. 
 
 My soul doth rest, I know not why 
 My spirit doth in secret sing ; 
 The kingdom of my God is nigh, 
 Mv soul doth taste tbe joyful spring. 
 
 HYMN CCXXVI. 
 Arising from death, or the wages of sin. 
 
 WHY doth my soul rejoice. 
 Or heavenly visions see ? 
 Oh, this must be my Saviour's voice ; 
 My Judge doth comfort me I 
 
 Oh could my soul repay 
 Or give the joys I feel, 
 I 'd freely give mine all sway 
 My brother's heart to heal. 
 
 Oh, this is love unknown, 
 A spring that 's hard to find. 
 The way that Jesus bought his own. 
 
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 Oh, could my soul appear 
 Before her envious foes. 
 The hardest heart would shed a tear 
 And evil thoughts would close. 
 HYMN CCXXVII. 
 Redemption from sin, 
 
 ALTHO' the pit is dark and deep 
 Where mournful sinners lie. 
 The Lord beholds the eyes that weep 
 And sends a Saviour nigh. 
 
 His calls are at the prison door. 
 
 He saith repent and come I 
 There is a time to weep no more 
 
 When sorrow shall be done. 
 
 My spirit can abate the ilame. 
 
 Is this Messiah's call ? 
 There is a balm for everj' pain, 
 
 A rise for every fall. 
 
 AUho* the pit is dark and deep. 
 And chains are binding there, 
 
 I come to heal the eyes that weep 
 The sinner's pain tc bear. 
 
 Cast off these bonds, arise, and com© ! 
 
 Repeutance lead'st the way; 
 I am for you the bleeding Son, 
 The calls of love this day. 
 
 HYMN CCXXV^III. 
 Submission. 
 
 OLORD, I bow before thy throne. 
 Where God and my Redeemer reigns, 
 To thoe, alone, my heart is known, 
 My grief, my torrows, and my pains ! 
 
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 111 thee a healing balm I find 
 Because the word of life is there, 
 Thy love doth clothe my troubled mind, 
 Thy spirit feels the grief I bear. 
 
 Thou hast from cords releas'd my feet 
 And spread abroad my toiling hands ; 
 Thou send'st thy love my soul to meet. 
 And giv'fat to me thy bless'd commands. 
 
 Thou cloth'st my mourning soul with praiue, 
 And writ'st thy blessed name within, 
 Thou art the measure of my days. 
 The God that sav'st my soul from sin. 
 
 HYMN CCXXIX. 
 
 Deliverance from bonds. 
 
 LORD, freed from terrors as 1 feel, 
 That so long on my spirit bore. 
 Can I my heart from thee conceal. 
 Or praise thy name and ask for mote ? 
 
 The Lord speaks gently to my mind, 
 And shows to me the prophet's name, 
 So now I see who once was blind. 
 And walk abroad tho' I was lame. 
 
 Oh, how can I my joys express. 
 Or cease my flowing, thankful praise 
 His love came to our wikleruess. 
 The light and measure of our days. . 
 
 We built a mansion for the Lord, , 
 And took the Son of Glory in. 
 His name for ages to record ; 
 He bade our praise and thanks begin. 
 
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 He heard the shepherd's mournful prayer 
 Then did his love our flocks attend ; 
 He call'st us home, and feed'st us there. 
 Where praise shall never, never end. 
 HYMN CCXXX. 
 The blessing of a humble life. 
 
 LORD, as the child, so let me be. 
 As ihfants leaning on the breast 
 So let my spirit be to thee, 
 And teach me when my soul is blest. 
 
 O may thy presence lead my way. 
 My soul attend thy voice to hear. 
 Grant me the lijrht of every day, 
 i?o let my morning sun appear! 
 
 With thee, O God, may I be blest. 
 When all my weary days are o'er 
 Receive my spirit into rest I 
 That I may cry to thee no more. 
 
 Clothe earth's vain joys, n-or let me see 
 Those paths that are to man in vain ; 
 Let me receive my joys from thee. 
 And humbly thank aiid praise thy name. 
 
 Be thou the parent of my care 
 Because I am thine earth and dust ! 
 
 grant me strength my grief to hear, 
 A heart to know chastisements blest, 
 
 HYMN CCXXXl. 
 Berrinning to serve the Lord. 
 
 OLORi), myspiiit i distrust, 
 The want oV confidence 1 A^el, 
 
 1 know that I am earth and dust, 
 Nor can I what I am conceal. 
 
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 My spirit doth betray my feet. 
 My thought directs my hands astray, 
 My tongue doth vanity repeat. 
 And deep affliction *s in my way. 
 
 My soul doth into judgment rise, 
 My heart is wounded with my tongue. 
 Temptations blind my seeing eyes. 
 And by the vain my sorrow 's sung. 
 
 O Lord, have pity on my grief. 
 Receive me in thy tender care. 
 My God, O grant my soul relief. 
 Oh, call me home, and feed me there. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXII. 
 
 A prayer to God for mercy, 
 
 I PRAY, O God, direct my feet. 
 And guide my trembling hands. 
 Let me with thy disciples meet. 
 And feed on thy commands. 
 
 Thy word be oil and wine in store, 
 
 Thy love my clothing too ; 
 Thy spirit feels the griefs I *ve bore, 
 
 My mournful days be few. 
 
 Thy presence be my morning light, 
 
 Thy grace my setting sun ; 
 My thought *s on thee through all the night, 
 
 And dread my years to come. 
 
 Teach me to find thy dwelling-place 
 
 And bow before thy throne. 
 Meet at the tables of thy grace 
 
 Where thine own heart is known. 
 
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 Forsake me not when in despair. 
 
 When I no friend can see. 
 Let me know my Redeemer there, 
 And give mine all to thee ! 
 HYMN CCXXXIII. 
 A Quiet mind. 
 
 LORD, at thy footstool, meek and low, 
 A resting-place I find ; 
 Tho* strait 's the gate I *ve passed through^ 
 Thou dost enlarge my mind. 
 
 *T is there thy kindred children feed. 
 
 And taste the flowing breast. 
 There doth the church our mother lead* 
 
 And there her children rest. 
 
 The springs are clean, the waters clear, 
 
 There plenteous pastures grow. 
 There doth the Son of God appear 
 
 Who conquer'd Israel's foe. 
 
 There doth contentment's streams arise, 
 
 And Jordan's banks are full. 
 There doth the Lamb of God baptize. 
 
 There is the prophet's school. 
 
 There doth the humble soul foresee 
 
 The darken'd pit to shun. 
 And there the church doth worship thee» 
 
 Our God through vears to come. 
 HYMN CCXXXIV. 
 
 The salvation of the House of JsraeL 
 
 IT is not long till we shall see 
 The Judgment Day arise. 
 And truth and justice. Lord, from thte^ 
 Descendinif from the skiet. 
 
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 Oh, then shall Israel rise and say. 
 Lord, blessed be thy throne ! 
 
 For thou dost take our griefs away. 
 And dost thy people own. 
 
 The crimson lose that mournful dio 
 That on our robes wo wore, 
 
 The Sttn of GIoit sat on hiijh 
 As David did before. 
 
 Then shall, O Lord, thine off^piing rise. 
 And ride on angels' wings. 
 
 Our olTc rings meet thee in the skies, 
 And reign on earth with kings. 
 
 IIYxMN CCAXAV. 
 
 Prc]}ai'ing for a Judgment ray. 
 
 I'LL haste away to Jordan's ktieam. 
 Where wisdom doth chastise, 
 I '11 bow my neck, and wash me clean. 
 And walch with wakeful eye»\ 
 
 My lamp with oil by day I '11 trim. 
 
 Lest I the bridegroom see. 
 Lest ho refuse to take me in 
 
 Because 1 've spots on me. 
 
 I '11 early make my garments clean. 
 My Saviour'p blood doth flow ; 
 
 This is the never-failing stream 
 Which Israel passed through. 
 
 I '11 offer Godr.my hands and feet, 
 I '11 make my offerings clean, 
 . ^ And when the lamb of God I meet 
 My sin shall Jiot bo seen. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
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 HYMN CCXA'AVI. 
 
 The changes of iivie. 
 
 THE sun doth constant sot and ribe. 
 So doth the spirit of the wise, 
 And ever to the place return 
 Where man for God 's decreed to mourn. 
 
 Oh, could I shun that mournful place, 
 The want of wisdom and of grace ; 
 My God, then like a child I 'd ho 
 For ever nura'd and fed hv thee. 
 
 I 'd hunger nor I 'd thirst no more, 
 I 'd be a stranger to the poor ; 
 One j)ortion of my God 1 'd know, 
 In joy forget n)y grief and woe. 
 
 But God than man is still more wii^c. 
 He gives us joy to sacrifice ; 
 He makes us poor to hear us cry. 
 And gives the t-oul a new supply. 
 
 We at his bounteous table feed. 
 His eyes foresee what most we need ; 
 And all these changes are his own 
 DeEcending mercies from tlie throne. 
 HYMN CCXXXVn. 
 Stability. 
 
 THAT mind is stable that returns 
 From jovs to grief and woe. 
 To where the troubled sinner mourn* 
 The heart of God to know. 
 
 The man that keeps his faith, and is 
 
 For ever on the wing, 
 Doth clothe his mind with lighteousncss* 
 
 His »oui doth ijiourn and singr. 
 
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 His heart is then at school with God 
 Where Christ and ang-els reign. 
 
 His spirit wanders far abroad 
 And doth return again. 
 
 His Boul is like the troubled sea 
 Which knows the storm and calm. 
 
 His thoughts are moving by decree 
 Still in a Saviour's arm. 
 
 His soul doth oft to God ascend 
 And mourns in worlds below. 
 
 His life is stable, without end. 
 For God's decrees are so. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXVHI. 
 
 Human rest. 
 
 OH long-lost city, hard to find. 
 My soul hath miss'd the way ! 
 Where nature is to fate resigned 
 On ever}' troubled day. 
 
 How thoughtless the unskilful boast 
 
 Of faith and practice too. 
 Unknown to Son and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The Christian or the Jew. 
 
 Mv spirit count those sorrows o'er 
 
 ^hat ages did endure. 
 And of thy heavens boast no more. 
 
 No rest hath been secure. 
 
 For all the joys that Israel knew 
 
 Departed as a scroll, 
 And Christ, our true Messiah, too 
 
 Was troubled in his soul. 
 
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 What lamentations Israel knew, 
 
 How did his prophets mourn. 
 And to the Christian and the Jew 
 
 These sorrows will return. 
 
 If I *m in God the Father's caro 
 
 As now I trust I be. 
 My lamentation 's written there 
 
 My Saviour's grief to see. 
 
 How can a human spirit boast 
 
 Of worlds that are unknown, 
 Return, O man, for thou art lost 1 
 
 Astray from God alone. 
 
 HYMN CCXXXIX 
 The sinner found, or man knovm to himself. 
 
 TSAW a flock on yonder green 
 Delighted with their food, 
 *T was on this side of Jordan's stream. 
 But not beyond the flood. 
 
 I saw a shepherd feeding there. 
 
 He had a full supply ; 
 But soon I saw the pastures bare. 
 
 The springs began to drj'. 
 
 A cloud arose, a sunless day. 
 
 And beating storms descend. 
 The shepherd lost his beaten way. 
 
 The storm his flocks oftend. 
 
 My sinful spirit enter'd there, 
 
 The flock I saw no more, 
 A joyful voice 1 could not hear, 
 
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 My joys had ceas'd, and mourning came, 
 
 I saw my Saviour stand. 
 Ho cried aloud, come through the stream. 
 
 Enjoy the pronii«'d land I 
 
 My heart did tremble, and despair 
 
 Came lo my .sliding feet ; 
 My griefs wore more than I could bear. 
 
 Or tongue and pen repeat. 
 
 My noisy breath was all in vain, 
 
 And all the joys I knew 
 Did perish in the flooding stream ; 
 
 Oh, painful journey through. 
 
 HYMN CCXL. 
 
 Harmony and praise. 
 
 WHKN David's heart first touch 'd the Etring 
 And did hiw hands employ:. 
 Then did the host of Israel sing, 
 For'H 3aven gave them joy. 
 
 The resurrection from the dust 
 
 Will David's heart restore. 
 And Israel with their king be bless'd, 
 
 Their praise shall cease no more. 
 
 My heart to Israel is inclin'd, 
 Touch'd with the griefs he knew ; 
 
 A place for David 's in my mind. 
 And love for Israel too. 
 
 Altho' invention hath arose / 
 
 And rode on" spreading wing^, 
 The Lord hath conquer'd Israel's foes, 
 
 For this his children sing. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYERS. 
 
 HYMN CCXLI 
 
 The love of ancient days.. 
 
 LORD, for thy blessing now we thirst. 
 We hunger, and we pray. 
 That we like Israel may bless'd 
 The resurrection day. 
 
 Give us a pilot in the storm, 
 
 A shepherd in the field ! 
 Teach us, O God, our King is born. 
 
 And Israel shall be heal'd. 
 
 Erect our altars towering high, 
 
 And let the nations see 
 That ancient Israel's days are nigh, 
 
 That they are bless'd by thee. 
 
 Let no delays forbid our feet, 
 
 But to thine altar come. 
 And there our solemn praise repeat 
 
 For wonders thou hast done. 
 
 Oh, let the rising pastures grow 
 
 Thy gathering flock to feed. 
 The springs arise, the fountains flow. 
 
 As thou hast long decreed. 
 
 Nor cease to rise the morning sun , 
 
 Upon the flooding stream. 
 Nor cease to chasten ills we have don© 
 
 Till thou hast made us clean. 
 
 Be thou a compass in our wav. 
 And make our footsteps clear. 
 
 And call us home that were a-travi 
 Cull mournful Israel near. 
 
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 Acceptance with God. 
 
 LORD, on a rock we find our feeW 
 Nor doth the etone decay. 
 And when the tribes together meet 
 Thy soul doth bless that day. 
 
 We find the rising pastures grow. 
 The flooding springs to rise. 
 
 The God of Jacob there we know. 
 And Israel's sacrifice. 
 
 Although the proud on spreading wings 
 
 Are rising, to descend, 
 'T is Israel's hope sweet comfort brings. 
 
 His joys do never end. 
 
 It is thy spirit that hath bore 
 The woes and wants we feel. 
 
 And still to thee we cry for more, 
 A balm the bruise to heal. 
 
 As we to thee acceptance find. 
 
 Most mournfully we pray- 
 That thou wilt heal the broken mind, 
 And cheer the heart this dav. 
 HYMN CCXLIIL 
 RecdatioTit or the Word of God. 
 
 IS there not teaching in the Son, 
 Or can his word be vain ? 
 To us the Father's kingdom 's como 
 If we receive his name. 
 
 His word is not an empty noise 
 
 Like to our noisy breath, 
 But every word *s a step to joya 
 
 To shun a painful death. 
 
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 Altho' the river he reveals. 
 
 The deep baptizing stream, 
 *T is there our heart and conscience feelt 
 
 The blood that makes us clean. 
 
 'T is there our crimson sins we know, 
 
 As through a glass we see 
 The sinful souls that dwell below ; 
 
 Lord, those that are with thee. 
 
 HYMN CCXLIV. 
 
 The poor in spirit. 
 
 OLORD, how weak I feel. 
 Dark are the ways I go, 
 I like the staggering drunkard reel, 
 . And fall in pits below. 
 
 How hidden are the snares 
 Which take the stranger in. 
 What heavy guilt upon me bean 
 To manifest my sin. 
 
 What pits are in my way. 
 What darkness doth abound ! 
 ^y oil and lamp do both decay 
 My foes compass me round. 
 
 Among the tombs I lie, 
 No living voice I hear. 
 My mournful spirit fain would di» 
 And like the tomls appear. 
 
 HYMN CCXLV. 
 
 The rick infaitli and assurance of joy. 
 
 OLORD, when I my goodness feel. 
 My spirit ceasing to' complain ; 
 A thoughtless heart I then reveal. 
 My spirit doth forget thy name. 
 
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 On borrow'd wings 1 fly abroad. 
 My spirit doth ascend on high 
 To meet the judgments of my God, 
 All my vainglory to deny. 
 
 I tremble then before his thron© 
 (My spirit 's weak, and blind, and lame,) 
 Cloth*d in vile garments of mine own. 
 Confess my sins, and own his name i 
 
 Oh, rich in faith, what canst thou be. 
 Or why boast of a world of joys ? 
 See what ray God has done to me, 
 See how the worm and moth destroys. 
 
 HYMN CCXLVI. 
 
 The feet of the righteous. 
 
 CI LOWLY walking, still with fear 
 ji Treading in the lonesome way ; 
 Waiting for some voice to hear, . 
 Often halting, and to pray. 
 
 Seldom sliding into sin. 
 Feeling still a Saviour's hand, 
 Know his love to take them in 
 When they wait for his command. 
 
 Let my spirit like them be, 
 Treading still the lonesome way ; 
 Wise Jehovah, led by thee. 
 Taught by thee to mourn and pray. 
 
 Teach me. Lord, that I am poor, 
 Without thee halting, blind, and lame^^; 
 Ever having wounds to cure, 
 Never equal to thy name. 
 
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 riYMN CCXLVII. 
 f.mesome life. 
 
 WHY did Jc-wv; walk alone 
 on hioii Ills altar stood ? 
 Who the sacred place hath known, 
 'fields and plains, and lonely wood ? 
 
 Seek, my spirit, seek the place, 
 Bless'd Messiah worship'd there ! 
 There he built his throne of ^race, 
 There he form'd his mournful prayer. 
 
 Jesus, may thy spirit lead 
 Where thou dwelt with God alone ♦ 
 There the Lord did Jesus feed. 
 There he plac'd him on the throne. 
 
 Far apart from mortal breath. 
 Where the dying groans we hear, 
 bmners going down to death, 
 God. nor Christ, nor Saviour, near, 
 
 HYMN CCXLVni. 
 
 Humble praise. 
 
 NOW I forbid my hope to rise, 
 I see my buildings all decay. 
 My city a lamo sacrifice. 
 My walls and towers pass away. 
 
 My righteousness a clouded sun 
 The Lord forbid mine evening dews, 
 t orbid my hope of time to come. 
 
 To hear rnv nrntrof V./. J:,i jr. 
 
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 He taught me that my form was duat 
 And that his name was God alone ; 
 Thus disappointed in iny trust 
 I *m as the body in the loinb. 
 
 EntombM for me my Saviour laid 
 More righteous than frail man can bot 
 A crown of thorns bore on his head. 
 He gave his life for bread for me. 
 HYMN CCXLIX. 
 Reconciliation wiUi the ^piiit qf Gad* 
 
 HOW far abroad my footsteps wew 
 To find my passage home ; 
 My mind exalted in the air. 
 And humbled to the tomb. 
 
 Oh this mine eyes, mine image seOt 
 
 So God reveals his name, 
 "With sore chastisements teaching m% 
 
 The thoughts of man are vain. 
 
 The Lord extends his arm abroad. 
 His power aad might proclatma 
 
 To teach me he alone is God, 
 And over crowns he reigns. 
 
 His love and mercy is a stope 
 Of endless pleasures known. 
 He gives us till we <;rave no more* 
 And worship God alone. 
 HYMN CCL. 
 Self-denial, 
 
 MY thoughts do lead me from the fold 
 And from Messiah's care ; 
 I sell my rest for dust, or goldt 
 Or for a r^^be to wear. 
 
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 Some honor'd title 'a in my way. 
 
 And a delusive tongue. 
 Till I for worldly honors pray. 
 
 And sinful deeds are done. 
 
 11 must from my own heart refrain. 
 For strong temptation *s there ; 
 
 And thirst for a Redeemer's namcw 
 His mercy, and his care. 
 
 As humble as the child can be, 
 
 1 *I1 to his heart incline. 
 That he may be a God to ma 
 
 And bless tliis soul of mine. 
 
 HYMN CCLI. 
 
 The flows of love. 
 
 LORD, from thy bosom I am blert. 
 There 's great compassion there ; 
 Thou Iett*st me lean upon thy breast, 
 And on thy spirit bear. 
 
 Thy love I find 's a pillar strong. 
 Nor in the storm doth move. 
 
 My heart inspires with a song 
 And bidd'st me sing of love. 
 
 Thou to my wand'ring spirit came. 
 Abroad, I knew not where ; 
 
 Thou cloth'd my spirit with thy name^ 
 Which in the world was bare. 
 
 Thou lent to me a parent's hand 
 And led the wand'ring home. 
 Thou gave my heart to understand 
 
 The thinm that vr^ra unknot 
 
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 T/ic rest of the weary, 
 
 THOU on a piliow laid my head. 
 In peace thou built my home. 
 As soft as down thou made my bed 
 And bless'd me as thine own. 
 
 Thou art the God of IsraePs days. 
 
 Of Jacob's great renown, 
 Thou caus'd the mourner's heart to praisa,.. 
 
 And bought me with a frown; 
 
 There 's none of human strength can boast 
 Who know thy power and name, 
 
 Without thee every creature 's lost 
 And all theiiJ prayers are vain. 
 
 -0 Lord, when I resign my will 
 
 And my vain hope recall. 
 Thou bidd'st my passions all be still, 
 For thou art all in all. 
 
 HYMN CCUII. 
 The vanity of human life. 
 
 HOW vain, O Lord, do mortals strive 
 Against a world of foes, 
 They seek in vain, and .thoughtless livej 
 Until the day doth close, 
 
 With tears and mourning to the grave 
 
 The wise and strong do go. 
 Nor seek a God their souls to save^ 
 
 His mind or will to know. 
 
 But as the worm a gathering dust,- 
 
 Or spider in his cell. 
 They scarcely know that they are loftt 
 
 Aiid bid the world fareweii. 
 
HYMNS AND PRAYEBS. 
 
 With weeping friends around their bed, 
 
 They gasp, and lose their biaath, 
 And all the hope and joys they had 
 Is vauiah'd in their death. 
 HYMN CCLIV. 
 Thoughts on God. 
 
 MY feet still sliding as I mov© 
 I see my hope deca\% 
 Deoeitis in. the things 1 love, 
 They viiiQ and flee away. 
 
 Oh, who U this that o'er me reigns T 
 
 A moviiinr world I see ; 
 The priiJOiLer in his binding chains, 
 
 Uncertainty in me 
 
 I Ml seat me by some river side. 
 
 Or on some lonesome plain. 
 And ask v/hy 1 »m of joya denied. 
 
 Or why my hope is vain. 
 
 Man is a creature of his own 
 Till he hii woaknesy feels. 
 Till God from his eternal throne 
 His heart and mind reveals. 
 HYMN CCLV- 
 The anguish of death. 
 
 Gloth'd v.'ith some terror frofn on high, 
 I hear a voice that I must die ! 
 My heart doth flutter a»d remove 
 From every thing I dearly love. 
 
 Oh, what chastisement 's in my way. 
 My body *s but a form of clay, ' 
 Miiieeyes must slumber in the dait. 
 And all the joys of life be lost.. 
 
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 These lines are vniilf^n on my heart,. 
 From nil in life my soul must part, 
 Froia friends and kindred, house and hoOMir 
 And moulder ih the silent tomb. 
 
 The Lord'g^ives me m\W end to see 
 That L m«Bt« go* where princes be. 
 Where kihffs and qneons do lose thehr drown 
 And with* Uie worm ih earth lie down.- 
 
 What terror now my garments ai* 
 Of all i had uncloth^'d, and? bear, 
 In mournful sigh's I draw my breath 
 And- life doth languish &ito death. 
 
 HYMN CCLVI. 
 
 J? wwldty mind.- 
 
 LIEElchafl^I 'm hasten'd in the breexe. 
 My joys like stubble burn, 
 Mv heart dbth beat like troubled seas 
 Aad ali my passions mourn. 
 
 The empty air I did pursue. 
 
 Or fowls upon the wing. 
 My griefs were great, my joys were few. 
 
 And so I serv'd my king.. 
 
 I honored some exalted place. 
 
 Temptation on- the throne ; 
 This world did show a smiling face. 
 
 And I forgot mine own. 
 
 My thoughts were like the troubled ware* 
 
 'Which rise again to fall ; 
 So thoughtless mortals meet their grave* 
 
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 HYMN CCLVII. 
 
 The Simier^s confession* 
 
 OLORD, when I look up to thee^ 
 How frail I know myself to be ; 
 My spirit *s weak, and blind, and lame, 
 Cloth'd with my sin before thy name. 
 
 How dark's the garment now I wear, 
 A load of Bin doth on me bear ; 
 My soul with sin aloud complain 
 Because thy judgments o'er me reign. 
 
 How few do know the grief I feel 
 Or can to mo my heart reveal. 
 My joys of life in visions close 
 Like one imprison'd by his foes. 
 
 Can I lift up mine eyes and see 
 
 What is the end of j^in in mo ? 
 
 Save sighs, and groans, and panUng breath. 
 
 And joys of life resigned to death. 
 
 HYMN CCLVni. 
 
 Tha SmneT^s hope. 
 
 WHEN all my sins to God I own 
 And bow my head to die alone, 
 A rising hope within I feel 
 That God my grieved heart will heaL 
 
 For my atonement 's in my death 
 When I to God; resign my breath. 
 For then my hemt within doth know 
 The griefs miy Saviour passed through. 
 
 My soul is taught his griefs to bear. 
 My heart d«rth join his soul in prayer f 
 My spirit to my God resign, 
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 So is the sinner's pardon blest. 
 It heals his giiefs and gives him rest. 
 And hope, and truth, and peace do stay 
 When sin and death are far away. 
 HYMN CCLIX. 
 The light of the world. 
 
 A sinner's death 's a rit^ingr kuh 
 When he with Jesus forms his prayer. 
 His hope, and joy, and peace to comej 
 Is in his Saviour rising there. 
 
 Altho* his pain is unto death, 
 Tho' his immortal EJpirit feels 
 The loss of life and panting breath, 
 The end of sin his 8oul reveals. 
 
 His heart must feel that mortal pain 
 That languish 'd Jesus on tho tree. 
 Before his sin within is slain 
 4ALnd buried in humility. 
 
 Then doth his heart to glory rise, 
 And life 's triumphant in his soul ; 
 He sees the Lord with joyful eyts 
 And all his biui^^ed limbs are whole. 
 HYMN CCLX. 
 ^ The pains of deaths 
 
 OLORD, convey thy blood within. 
 Thy spiiit, Lord, baptize me there. 
 Convince my heart of eveiy sin. 
 And humbly bow my soul iu prayer. 
 
 How vain my thoughts have gone abroa jv 
 Pursuing, objects yet unseen, 
 Seeking enjoyments like my Gcd 
 As thu' uu angel Lhikdbi.'>&n. 
 
 
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 And a a j: ment clolho my aoul I 
 My fipm' ?i) w thy sacrifice 
 Both to be i»ruised and made whole I 
 
 Time ;. me measure of thy name. 
 And thou hast life and death in store. 
 Grant me a portion of thy pain 
 Till I am taug-ht to sin no more. 
 IIYMN CCLXI. 
 TVte life of a Saviour. 
 
 MOST honor'd God how thou appettr'st 
 A Mediator to the man, 
 Is known by siphp, and jjroans, and tears. 
 All measur'd in the vital span. 
 
 The life of Christ within doth reign 
 As sin in death doth all give way. 
 The darkest siii doth know thy namo 
 And tremble in a Judgment Day. 
 
 There 's none before thy name can stand. 
 Or plead upright a sinful cause ; 
 The stubborn bow at thy command. 
 The guilty soul confess thy laws. 
 
 *T is thou hast power to subdue 
 And all our sinful deeds refine. 
 Thou giv'st us cause to praise thee too 
 To ow^.that all the heart is thine. 
 . IIYMN CCLXII. 
 The change qf life. 
 
 BLEST is the man that falls to rise^. 
 His eyes do his own errors see ; 
 He givfis his heart a sacrifice, 
 His 6oal h^ ofifcrs, Lord, to the«c 
 
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 His spirit, like the infant cries. 
 Oh, father, grant the weary rest ! 
 Nor flock nor fold hb soul denies. 
 Because he is with grief oppressed. 
 
 By night he forms his thoughtful prayer^ 
 His spirit seeks an angel's wing 
 His griefs to heaven, to God, to hear. 
 To God his humWe offerings bring. 
 
 His prayer ascends through lighted skiei. 
 His Saviour's ear doth hear him pray. 
 He calls his humble heart to rise 
 And puts his painful griefs away. 
 
 HYMN CCLXni 
 
 The chiWs Uessing, 
 
 OLORD, how small my spirit feels. 
 But leaning on a Saviour's breast 
 It all my grieved feelings heals. 
 And gives my weary spirit rest. 
 
 How safe I 'm in my shepherd's care. 
 Mine eyes do see no danger near ; 
 * My spirit on his heart doth bear, 
 His love is banishing my fear. 
 
 His word is sweet and harmless food. 
 Ho gives me garments of his own, 
 He sets. my feet where l^e hath siood^ 
 And strengthens me to stand alone* 
 
 He lends a hand of love to lead, 
 And gently bids my spirit move ; 
 He gives me bread the flocks to feed« 
 And bids my eoul to sinners lave. 
 
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 The ettd of life, 
 
 IN Jesus, Lord, the worm decays 
 Because baptizmj^ fire *s there, 
 T is oft in death we give him praisoi 
 Altho' a parnfut cross we bear. 
 
 There prwie and ^\ory do decay. 
 And truth and rig'hteousness arise ; 
 Pi-Jde an-d vain hope do pass away 
 As siQjoke doth vanish in the skies. 
 
 The garment *s lost the infant wore 
 "When he forsocik the mother's breast. 
 His pride nor gl^Dry 's seen no more 
 But all his thoug^ht ''s with grief oppressM. 
 
 He bows„ he- faints, his heart resijrns. 
 This world doth vanish as a serell ; 
 Death, Piilte a tyrant o'er htm reigns 
 And leaves him nothing but his souL 
 HYMN CCLXV, 
 Meditati&n. 
 
 HOW good it is our thoughts to know. 
 From whence they come, to where they go^ 
 Lest these should teinpt our nouIs to sin 
 And death and hell should take us in. 
 
 The heart of man ''s a bounded spaes 
 Reduced by sin,, enlarg'd by grace ; 
 The bounds thereof do go and como 
 As God doth visit by his Son. 
 
 O man, too oft of boundless thought^ 
 Oft are thy measures all forgot ! 
 How soon thy wealth may rise and ffe«|» 
 Attd leave thy louI m poverty. 
 
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 "What is religion, not our own ? 
 
 Not. to ourselves but God we *re known ! 
 
 V/hocanthe gifts of grace retain 
 
 When God doth make our prospects vain T 
 
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 The measures of life, 
 
 MY soul is like the troubled sea 
 That *s rajring in the storm, 
 And Ihen again a calm may be 
 And I may cease to mourn. 
 
 IIow oft our thoughtless rocks remov© 
 When safe we think we stand. 
 
 When God removes his pardoning lovo 
 And gives a. chastening hand. 
 
 Man is a stranger to his God 
 
 And evermore will be, 
 Till he is wash'd in his own blood 
 
 And join'd in unity. 
 
 Then shall he join with hope and fear,.. 
 
 Unknown to years to come, 
 And give his God a listening ear, 
 
 And- follow Christ the Son. 
 
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 Foreknowledge. 
 
 IF with my God my spirit dwells, 
 IViy frame on earth below. 
 As God to man his heart reveals. 
 Is all that he can know. 
 
 He *s subject to a boundless God 
 When he doth grace pursue, 
 
 His feet aro in an endless road. 
 His journey. 'a jiover througlit- 
 
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 O man ! what can thy soul relate ? 
 
 The measure thou contam'st, 
 Is but a servant at the gate ; 
 
 By boasting thou profan'6t ! 
 
 If God may give thy watchful eyes- 
 
 A measure to foresee, 
 So far he *s made thy spirit rise, 
 
 No further canst thou see. 
 
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 Contentment with small things,- . 
 
 OLORD, may I receive thy grace. 
 My hidden thoughts reveal, 
 And humbly bow before thy fdco 
 As I my weakness feel. 
 
 It is the favor of thy love 
 
 When I my sins can know, 
 When thou my feet from hell remDve,.. 
 
 And grant me pardon too. 
 
 My heart doth rise to secret praise, ' 
 My thoughts to heaven ascend. 
 
 With hope, in peace to spend my dayg,. 
 Nor God, nor man, offend. 
 
 Oh, how the little streams do flow. 
 Contentment seems to rise ; 
 
 TdT ^od gave me my sins to know,. 
 *T .vcre naked in.his eyes. 
 
 In secret, prayer will I awake 
 Through every morn to corn's : 
 
 And for my dear Redeemer's sake 
 Flee from the deeds I 've dono^u 
 
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 Intreasing in rigJUeousness, 
 
 AS I pursue my grace within 
 Chastising hours I feel. 
 For more and more I know my sin, 
 I 'm bruis'd that God may heal. 
 
 JWthough mine eyes did wake to set 
 The sinful deed I *ve done, 
 
 Mv soul was not from error free, 
 tJnknown to fate to come. 
 
 Jl stranger to the heavenly way. 
 
 Or deeds prepared to do. 
 An unknown sun to light my day, 
 
 Dark visions to go through. 
 
 But as chastisements do increase 
 
 To teach me I am vain. 
 So sin in me doth slowly cease 
 
 And Jesus rise to reign. 
 
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 The blessmgs of conviction* 
 
 WHEN I my painful sins can feet 
 My erring thoughts can know* 
 Conviction doth to me reveal 
 I 'm in a hell of woe ! 
 
 My Bpirit for release doth cry ; 
 
 Oh, part the binding chain ! 
 A helpless form of earth am I, 
 
 For all my thoughts are vain. 
 
 O God, to me some angel send. 
 An ear to hear me mourn ; 
 
 a know my heart did thee offend. 
 And flesh my prayer doth scorn. 
 

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 There 's none my spirit can redeem, 
 
 .•^^or count the pains I feel. 
 Oh Jesus make my spirit clean. 
 And come with love to heal. 
 HYMN CCLXXI. 
 Freedom from bonds. 
 
 0LOR.D, is my atonement made. 
 Oh, is my spirit free ? , 
 
 I feel a blessing on my head, 
 A pardoning smile from thee. 
 
 Lord, hath thy Son such sorrows bore 
 
 As rested on my mind ? 
 Has he pass'd through my griefs before T 
 
 I was to sin incliu'd. 
 
 Thus I am sure I Jesus know. 
 Nor fears nor doubts abound ; 
 
 For he did groan in hell beloiv:. 
 And I this way nave found. 
 
 But he resign*d and saw release. 
 
 So that my soul doth rise ; 
 So that through grief I buy my peace* 
 
 Nor lose my sacrifice I 
 
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 Owning a Saviour^ s name. 
 
 /J LORD, in hell I know thy nam^, 
 VF'T is where my soul in bonds doth lie, 
 'T is there 1 feel thy dying pain. 
 From thence arise to God most high. 
 
 ^T is not a garment that we wear. 
 An empty title, nor a name. 
 That can endure thy sorrows there, 
 i^orsave us from thy dyin^ pain. 
 
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 My heart doth feel what thou dost know, 
 
 I drink salvation from my God, 
 
 So I pass on my journey through. 
 
 Cloth*d with thy death and mental pain. 
 My heart within thy life doth feel ; 
 So Jesus comes to mo again, 
 I own his name, his life reveal. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXIII. 
 Remembrance of the Lord. 
 
 THIS day, O Lord, thy name we own, 
 ^nd praise to thee we owe ; 
 Thou 'st plac'd Emanuel on the throne 
 And seated us below. 
 
 Thou hast awak'd our eyes to see, 
 
 ^nd giv'n us ears to hear 
 That power and glory 's all of thee. 
 
 Thy blessed kingdom *s near. 
 
 Thy voice hath calPd the dead to rise 
 
 The ancients to restore, 
 They come with thee to make us wise, 
 
 Nor shall return no more. 
 
 Thine hand hath made a dwelling-place 
 
 To take their spirits in, 
 Where we can see them face to face. 
 
 Where joys on earth begin. 
 
 And where their spirit speaks aloud 
 
 To fill the listening ear, 
 Cloth'd with a garment like the clou^ 
 
 Mysteriously appear. 
 
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 ^ T r.TlT^'^'*^•^^^^ of grace. 
 f\ LORD, more boundless than the sea, 
 i/Or the unfathom'd deep, 
 Are favours. Lord, that come from thee 
 To bless the eyes that weep. 
 
 How thou hast set before our eyes 
 These measures of thine own. 
 
 Who never do the poor despise. 
 Nor let them mourn alone. 
 
 Altho' our springs were often dry 
 
 And far from dew or rain, 
 Thv mercy and thy love was nigh 
 
 To visit us again. 
 
 In thee our spirits can rejoice. 
 The mournful soul can sing. 
 The poor and lame have heard thy voice. 
 And glory in their king. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXV. 
 Union with tke Lord. 
 
 OLORD, as we thy word obey 
 And thy bless'd sentence hear. 
 We know that thou hast bless'd this day 
 And far remov'd our fear. 
 
 Nor halting can we longer stay 
 
 With slothfulness behind ; 
 We see thy hand hath markM our wav 
 
 And we can see 't were blind. 
 
 Still in the dosert let us bo, 
 
 It is thy chosen place ; 
 And where our spirits dwell with thee 
 
 And feed upon thy grrurc. 
 
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 But by appointments from our God 
 When the whole heart *s resigned. 
 
 Then is this land our dwelling-plac© 
 ■ Appointed so to be. 
 And all bur food 's the flows of grace 
 And bread that comes from thee. 
 HYMN CCLXXVI. 
 Prostration. 
 
 OLORD, before thy sacred name 
 With trembling knees we bow. 
 Thou gave us strength that once were lame. 
 We rise to praise thee now. 
 
 Our desert *s now a fruitful field. 
 
 Amidst, the vine doth grow. 
 The fig-tree here her blessings yield, 
 
 We taste the olive too. 
 
 As thou to Zion didst afford. 
 
 And David on his throne. 
 We drink of favours from the Lord, 
 
 And ancient days are known. 
 
 A broken heart let us possess 
 
 Far from a lofty mind. 
 That we mayfeel thy love to Mess 
 May know that thou art kind, 
 H^MN CCLXXVII. 
 The coitnsels of ike Lord. 
 
 OLORD, we know that wise and deep 
 Thy secret counsels are. 
 By ^^ese our eyes are taught to weep, 
 By these we taste despair. 
 
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 By these we drink those pleasures in 
 Which heaven and earth afford. 
 
 By these we 're taught to know our sin 
 And bow before the Lord. 
 
 Thine hand doth mark the heavenly way 
 
 Thou call'st us to pursue ; 
 Thy counsels are the dawn of day 
 
 And they are noon-day too. 
 
 And they are bread which heaven affoH 
 Descending from thy throne. 
 
 And they are blessings from the Lo^d 
 And they do mark thine own. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXVm. 
 
 The way to Heaven^ or the paths of peace. 
 
 OLORD, where the wild olives grow 
 Is not the sinner's home, 
 Nor are the joys of life below 
 The orders of thy throne. 
 
 But where the fig-tree timely yields 
 
 A bless'd and full supply. 
 And the sharp thistle leaves the fields. 
 
 Nor thorn nor briar's nigh. 
 
 When all our fears do far remove 
 
 And guilt do wear away, 
 Where we partake of pardoning love 
 
 And leave the flocks that stray. 
 
 And where the streams of pleasure flow 
 We conscious drink them in, 
 
 Where the chastening hand we know 
 To cleanse us from our sin. 
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 The Tabic of the Lord, 
 
 BLESS'D is tho baiKiuet thou hast madc» 
 The tables of thy ffiac.e. 
 Where Jesus is the holy head 
 To feed us in that place. 
 
 O Lord, thy love dotli condescend 
 
 To feed the lame and poor, 
 And the exalted do oflend 
 
 When they do keep tho door. 
 
 We 're boncrht by Jesus on the cross, 
 
 Atlliction makes us clean ; 
 Thoujrh by him we do sufter loss, 
 
 Afiiiction doth redeem. 
 
 Thy Son hath made his table free, 
 With bounteous «rruco doth feed : 
 For bread and wine comes down from theo 
 With cvcrv joy wo need. 
 
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 TliOV[r;hts on dmih. 
 
 OTT frowniniT death ! whence didst thou come. 
 Art thou tiie pain of Christ the Son ? 
 Or whence is it thou had a part 
 In Jesus and his bleeding heart. 
 
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 An arrow iVom the hijrhest throno 
 Is jriven ine, and I mubt throw 
 Thro' all that dwell on earth below ! 
 
 Except we know the vital stlnj^ 
 We know not God, nor Christ our King^ 
 Nor how dear friends and kindred part 
 Vvith weepinjr eyes and broken; heart. 
 
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 There 's none without nio lives alone ! 
 I 'ni over here and am to come. 
 The painful anji^uish of the Son. 
 
 Heaven and earth do I attend, 
 Tin* small and great do I offend ; 
 '1 W.I Ik hy nijrht and walk by day 
 To take a sinful life away. 
 
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 The calls of dejUh. 
 
 Oil, hear my voice, most lonely cell 
 And thrones where pleasures are* 
 My foot stand at the ^ates of hell. 
 All wisdom *s plac'd mo there. 
 
 Throug-h me all spirits do come in, 
 
 1 teach the wise and just, 
 That I 'm to them the end of sin, 
 
 'J'he gateway of their trust. 
 
 Thro* me the active limbs are still, 
 I cease the moving tongue, 
 
 I have a portion to fulfil 
 And not unsent I come. 
 
 There is no space beyond my pain 
 
 That I so freely give ; 
 Unto the righteous I am vain. 
 
 With me no sin can live. 
 
 My spirit *s a consuming flame. 
 In me the thoughts do die. 
 
 And I Ve an everlasting name. 
 In me did Jesus lie. 
 
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 In which I have no part ; 
 In me each einful act doth close 
 
 For I refine the heart. . 
 
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 Awaking from death, 
 
 OH, hollow, empty, lonesome space, ., 
 Without a friend, or God, or grace ; 
 Where death and hell triumphant reigns. 
 And life doth feel their binding chains. 
 
 These are the visions of the soul. 
 Where restless minds in anguish roll, \ 
 Where every joy of life doth part 
 And leave us with a broken heait . 
 
 AUho? the flesh doth oversleep 
 There is a soul that wakes to weep, . 
 Through all the feet of Jesus trod 
 To mark our pathway home to God. ' 
 
 Theptjiin his person did. endure 
 
 The sinful soul will ever cure ; 
 
 *T will heial our souls and make us clean, 
 
 For death is his baptizing stream. 
 
 In death we own our God we know, . 
 The gate that Jesus passed thro' ; 
 For death doth all temptation lay 
 Kedeems and takes our guilt away. ^ 
 
 In death, alone, the truth wo find. 
 
 It wakes the heart and tries the mind, \ 
 
 Death is .a vision in a span. 
 
 Tq ahan'gq the sinner to.th«^mAn^ •! 
 
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 The appearance of heavenly things. 
 
 OLORI), how clean my life appears. 
 Thro' death and sorrow, flooding tears. . 
 My garments are made white and clean 
 Tho' deep hath been the painful stream* 
 
 The balm of life my conscience feeU 
 Fx>r Heaven and God. my heart revealfr- 
 To have acceptance to hia grace 
 And give my thoughts a resting-place. 
 
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 My thoughts were weary and astray,. 
 Thro' death they find the heavenly way, 
 And stand before that glorious throne 
 Where death, and hell, and heaven, are known. , 
 
 Each thought with freedom can express 
 That God hath form'd the heart to bless. 
 And when the soul is all resigu'd 
 God wakens and renews the mind. 
 HYMN CCLXXXIV. 
 Union with the blessed. 
 fllnROUGH death we various spirits se« 
 1, Which holy deeds have done, 
 A heart that's from temptation free, 
 Tlio Father and .the Son. 
 
 We see the troubled spirit bless'd 
 Which painful burdens bore. 
 
 The martyr'd soul with God at rest 
 To never weep no no more. 
 
 Here each afflicted thought doth groaai 
 With measures wise and strong, , , 
 
 A'ud every..soul of ancient tiini9», 
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 Here do the saints in spirit sing 
 
 In a redeemed mind. 
 And shaded by an angel's wing 
 A lasting rest we find. 
 
 HYMN CCLXXXV 
 A Prayer for the favours of God. 
 
 WHEN Hfe and death my soul surveys 
 My spirit gives my maker praise. 
 And when mine eyes gieat grief do see 
 I say, my God, it comes from thee. 
 
 I see the sun io set and rise, 
 
 I hear loud thunders in the skies, 
 
 I see the restless ocean roll ; 
 
 All these are emblems of my soul. 
 
 My prayer shall with tho morning rise. 
 At evening be my sacrifice, 
 1'hat I the living God may know 
 As I 'm life's sorrows passing through. 
 
 O God, I pray reveal thy breast 
 And teach me where the weary rest, 
 The boundless purpose of thy days 
 When I should prav and give thee praise. 
 HYMN CChXXXVl. . 
 The increase of love. 
 
 OLORD, I see thy mercies rise, 
 A thankful heart I feel. 
 For thou my hungering soul supplier. 
 Thy will thou dost reveal. 
 
 Through all my sad and troubled hours 
 
 And moments of despair. 
 Thou dost reveal tlie heavenly powers. 
 
 Thy giving hand is there. 
 
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 Thou measur'st and dost mete away 
 
 The pasture that is best, 
 Thro. I ^h sorrow we are taught to pray. 
 
 Be weary and to rest. 
 
 Extending is thy boundless arm 
 
 To call the thoughtless home. 
 Through sickness and through death's alarm 
 
 Thy name and power we own. 
 
 HYMN CChXXXVU. 
 
 Dicelling neur tlic Lord. 
 
 OLORD, when I my sins can feel 
 And guilt upon me bears, 
 I know it is thy heavenly w?!!, 
 Thy sentence in mine ears*. 
 
 My soul to thee doth raise her voice, 
 
 Oh, when will I be clean ? 
 I sin by drinking earthly joys ; 
 
 Oh, wild, corrupting stream. 
 
 To thee do crowns and princes bow. 
 
 The spring of their delights. 
 But there, O God, I break my vow 
 
 And groan through painful nights. 
 
 Mv sins I in thv presence read, 
 
 XVith guilt I look them o'er. 
 And where the rich and grand do feed 
 
 I may not feed no more. 
 
 My spirit may not taste the cup 
 
 Nor drink their joyful wine, 
 There 's ancient blood for me to sup. 
 
 It fills this cup of mine. 
 
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 Ancient daij8,.u'ndM^Hah*$ return. 
 
 It ORD, from thy throne doth now detcond 
 iThy life, on earth Uwiil never end. 
 And when vain-glories pass away 
 This time will never more decay. 
 
 The spirit of the just shall rise. 
 For justice now their spirit cries. 
 On earth my mournful soul shall see 
 Their spirit bow and worship thee. 
 
 What is a crown thou hast not made ? 
 *T is like a thorn upon the head ! 
 A title and an empty show 
 Which makes the heart of man a foe I 
 
 Thy presence shall the sceptre sway 
 And crown Messiah's glorious day. 
 And David and his humble throne 
 Shall be a kingdom of thine own. 
 HYMN CCLXXXIX. 
 Messiah* s reign in, the kingdoms of the world. 
 
 TO him shall crowns and princes bow. 
 The wise, the great, the strong; 
 For God doth hold the balance now, 
 The Judge of right and wrong. 
 
 Although the towering mountains ris« 
 
 As high as earth can be, 
 Messiah is more strong and wise. 
 
 My God they bow to thee. 
 
 Although the earth they do divide i 
 
 And measure in a span. 
 There truly is an end of pride,., 
 
 AXJad that's over man... 
 
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 "Why should I bow, or lend an ear 
 
 To voices that decay,. 
 Their life doth vanish with a tear, . 
 
 Their pride *a a shorten'd day. . 
 
 I Ml hope in God, and place my trust 
 In him whose name I *ve seen, 
 
 Nx)r give my heart to earth and dust, 
 Messiah doth redeem. . 
 
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 Regeneration. 
 
 OLORD, my joints do seem to part. 
 How hard it is to move, 
 I 'nfi praying for a bettor heart. 
 But oh, this world I love. 
 
 I see temptations are abroad, 
 
 They call my spirit nigh. 
 They teach me io forget my God 
 
 Or know that 1 must die.' 
 
 A Vestless spirit they afford 
 
 For still their voice I hear. 
 The joyful 'ro sitting round their board,- 
 
 And call my spirit near. 
 
 But if I drink I fear to die. 
 
 Or of their wine partake ; 
 There is a king of terrors nigh 
 
 When I my God forsake. 
 
 Oh feed me from a heart of love, ,. 
 
 Oh, Jesus, make me clean ! 
 Tllere is for man a heaven abov*^ 
 
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 Lord, r'll tread the thorny way 
 And from these joys depart, 
 
 For vviien 1 eat they cloud my day 
 And leave a wounded heart. 
 
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 A heart ihc Lord has made his own. 
 
 THOUGH pride may flourish and decay 
 My joys will never pass away ! 
 Allhougfh the rich and gfreat are seen 
 7'hey yet are spotted and unclean ! 
 
 Although they drink their pleasures in 
 y Their cups are mingled with their sui, 
 Althougrh 1 eat my bread alone 
 What God hath given is mine own ! 
 
 When I partake it leaves no stain 
 Because it *s in Jehovah's name ; 
 And when I drink to quench my thirst 
 
 1 know the fountain 's clean and blest. 
 
 This bread inspires my heart to praise. 
 Increase my years and bless my days ; 
 The fountatn banishes my fear 
 Because the water 's deep and clear. 
 HYMN CCXCII. 
 Thovghis on life. 
 
 WHEN meditation is my lot 
 My sorrows flee, my grief 's forgot. 
 Mine age doth vanish as a scroll 
 And life and peace are in my soul. 
 
 My spirit has a lasting friend 
 
 As life 1 pass, nor God offend ; 
 
 I have a bhepherd, and a flold 
 
 Which doth the spring and pasture yield. 
 
 
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 *T is where the feet of Israel stood, 
 He eat to-day and sought his food ; 
 'T is wiiere the heavens did not deny 
 A glorious and a full supply. 
 
 Not where the idler spent his days 
 Partaking not nor giving praise, 
 Nor where the sinful fall asleep 
 Their hearts to break, their eyes to weep ; 
 But where the guardian-angels join 
 To bless my soul with ancient time. 
 
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 Ancient favours, or the restoring of Israel. 
 
 LORD, in thy heart a place we find 
 Acceptance leads us there, 
 Our eyes can see that were so blind. 
 Our flocks can feel thy care. 
 
 Thy presence doth our house attend. 
 
 We of thy love can boast, 
 An arm of mercy thou dost lend 
 
 To gather home the lost. 
 
 Thou 'st caus'd the hardest leart io know 
 
 With us Messiah reigns, 
 Afresh thou 'st caus'd his blood to flow 
 
 And we can feel his pains. 
 
 Conviction *s touch'd the harden'd heart* 
 
 We took the stranger in. 
 We 're bound to him» to never part. 
 
 Who heals the wounds of sin. 
 
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 Messiah^ s blessin<r. "' 
 
 THUS saith our king on David's throne, 
 I 've bought you and you are mine own i 
 It is my love to keep you free 
 From all and all that round vou be. 
 
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 It is mj blessing-when you know 
 
 It is my arm that lainds the foe ; 
 
 The shepherd *b where the flocks do feW 
 
 With chosen pasture as they need. 
 
 It is mine hand hialds David's pen, 
 Mine heart that teach the praise of men. 
 My spirit moves the tongue to praise 
 And bless the morn of ancient days. 
 
 My soul doth call the prophets nigh. 
 My word with teaching doth supply. 
 By me once more the martyr'd reign 
 < And every truth is in my name. 
 
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 The coming of the Messiah qf Isratl 
 
 AS God descends by truth and care 
 A mournful voice we hear, 
 A tongue is calling, O prepare ! 
 Messiah will appear ! 
 
 Behold, the dove is on the bough ! 
 
 Oh, hear her spirit mourn ; 
 The humble soul is weeping now. 
 
 Creator, O returil ! 
 
 Behold, our flowing springs are dry. 
 No water 's in the stream ! 
 
 Oh, saith my soul, were summer nigh, 
 Or blood to make me clean ! 
 
 Oh, had my soul a prophet's eyes. 
 My spirit where to rest ! 
 - O come, Messiah, from the skies. 
 Or 1 cannot be blest ! 
 
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 ' HYMN CCXCVI. 
 The ascending of the prayers qf th^ affliaid. 
 
 18AW the dave to upward rise, 
 Ascend on spreading wings ; 
 I saw a spirit in mine, eyes. 
 The Lord, arid King of Kings ! 
 
 Why did my heart' within me faint, 
 -4nd all my strength give way 
 
 When God receiv'd the penitent, 
 ^nd blessed this joyful day ? 
 
 Because his arras* abroad were spread 
 
 To meet the souls that rise. 
 His voice to call the slumbering dead 
 
 To mansions in the skies. 
 
 I heard tlid ioudcst trumpet sound 
 That ever touch*d mine ears, 
 
 .^nd Isiti'dl and his flocks abound 
 ^nd God with them appears. 
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 The rejoicing of the soul^ or IsraeVs praisie, 
 
 BXHOLD our shepherd wise and strong. 
 Our judge upon the throne. 
 Taste the salvation of his tongue 
 .^nd let his heart be known ! 
 
 O thou, that reign'st with God on high, 
 
 Who rul*st in men below ! 
 We know thy love is drawing nigh. 
 
 Thy praise and pardon too. 
 
 W© sought thy name with weeping eyes 
 
 We mourn'd for thee alone. 
 But now we see thy glory rise. 
 
 We know thy love is known. 
 
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 We *vo chosen for our resting place 
 
 At thy footstool to dwell. 
 To taste the morsels of thy grace. 
 
 To shun a painful hell. 
 
 Our souls within with gladness sing. 
 Thou 'st made our garments love, 
 
 Because our souls do know our king 
 As harmless as the dove. 
 
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 Progressing to the Kingdom of God. " 
 
 OLORD, we know thy kingdom 's nigh » 
 When wo thy love can feel, 
 For wlien we pray thou dost reply. 
 Thine arm thou dost reveal. 
 
 Like living springs thy blessings flow. 
 
 Both love and truth abound ; 
 When we were hungr)% thirsty too. 
 
 Wo bread and water found. 
 
 Thy favours to our mansion came, 
 
 Tlmi saw us in distress. 
 Thy love hath bless'd us with thy name, 
 
 ^nd cheer'd.our wilderness. ^ ^^ . 
 
 Thou causM the grass and flower to grow. 
 And Sharon '3 peoce thou tauglit ; 
 
 When thy love doth like fountains flow 
 Our sorrows are forgot. 
 
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 Ileccidng lacrcy. 
 
 IV ORD, from thy kind and giving hand . 
 ^Thou cheer'd our hearts and bless'd the land;. 
 From our foes thou hast made us free 
 To sing to thee our jubilee. ~ 
 
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 To us thy ffivoura dost restore, 
 Part of the ark that Israel bore ; 
 And thou to us hast bless'd thy name 
 That Israel's soul may live again. 
 
 With us his dwelling seems to rise. 
 And thou his bounding flock supplies 
 With dews and gentle showers of rain ; 
 The heart of Jacob lives again. 
 
 It is thy pleasure to restore 
 That Jacob's soul may mourn no more, 
 Thnt David's heart may praises sing 
 And ancient mercy be our king. 
 
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 The pleasiire of the Lord. 
 
 ISRAEL doth rise to honour thee. 
 With deeds of glory praise thy name. 
 That nations may his altars see. 
 That mockers spend their breath in vain. 
 
 Lord, how thy wisdom doth confound 
 The proud that would above thee rise. 
 How the exalted soul is bound. 
 At thy footstool in silence lies. 
 
 The churches rose against thy name. 
 Mine ears did hear the lion roar ! 
 He 's lost his crown, laid down againg 
 He 's like a captive at the door. 
 
 The priest rais'd up his lowering head. 
 The elders strove to boar the sway, 
 Thou sent to us thy Son that bled 
 To bear the stolen crown away ! 
 
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 dedication Song for the House of the Lord.. 
 
 OLORD, we to no image bow, 
 No God but thee we own ; 
 This day we make a solemn vow 
 To worship thee alone. 
 
 Thou 'st led our feet from far astray 
 
 Unto this destined ground ; 
 Thy Son was with us in this way 
 
 Till we thy dwelling found. 
 
 Thy name thou hast established here 
 
 And buiit for us a home ; 
 Thy grace wo purchas'd with a tear. 
 
 And sighs that were unknown. 
 
 It was thy wisdom and thy skill 
 
 That drew the sacred line, 
 And here we join to do thy will 
 
 Until the end of time. 
 
 'T is here our peace thou dost ordain, 
 
 Our feet shall never move 
 From whore thou 'st written down thy nam© 
 And blessed us with thy love. 
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 Pursuing grace, 
 
 LORD, here we raise our voice to thee, 
 Our souls in secret pray 
 That thou wilt bless our Jubilee, 
 And long remind this day. 
 
 Thou washed us and made us clean. 
 
 Our feet thou didst remove 
 From where we long have servants been 
 
 To those that rule above. 
 
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 Thou took from us that honor'd name 
 
 The proud are fond to ])ear, 
 Thou humbledst us that thou might'st reign, 
 
 And crowns of gloiy wear. 
 
 Thou hast remov'd the lofty seat 
 
 Which men did sit upon, 
 And sent thy Son with us to meet 
 
 Where all the tribes are one- 
 
 Oh, may this house thy name declare 
 
 And all thy goodness own ; 
 Receive us. Father, in tliy care, 
 
 ■Set Jesus on thy throne. 
 
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 Mejoicing for favours in the House of the Lord. 
 
 FATHER, bless the house of grace, 
 Let us thy boundjeps glory see, 
 To thee we consecrate this place. 
 With joy we give our house to thee. 
 
 We pray, let not the vulture rise. 
 Nor in tliine house the lion roar ; 
 Receive our humble sacrifice ! 
 Of thee, O God, we ask no more. 
 
 When we behold thy presence smila 
 And multiply the deeds of grace : 
 Wo know the blessing *s on ihy child. 
 We know thy Son is in this place. 
 
 When peace doth like the rivers flow 
 And every tongue 's rejoicing round. 
 Wo know thy dwelling is below 
 Aad that our ree ling-place is fouud 
 
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 With joy we touch the music cord. 
 
 The daughters of our Zion sing. 
 
 And every tongue saith, praise the Lord* , 
 
 And every child an offering bring. 
 
 May David's name to glory rise, 
 
 An5 heaven and earth receive our prayer, ^. 
 
 May God the Father here baptize. 
 
 And Jesus be our heavenly care. 
 
 HYMN CCCIV. 
 
 Thanks to God for the blessings of our home, 
 ITTITH titles of glory. We honour thy name,. 
 fV'Our God and our Saviour, The balm of our pain. 
 With praises ascending, Our voices shall rise. 
 Thy mercy 's descending ! Thy love from the ekies ! 
 
 We 'recounting thy favours. Because they are knovirn. 
 Thou gav'st us a Saviour, A Son of thine own. ; 
 Our praise is to bless him. The pearl of our joy; 
 May nations embrace him, Nor kingdoms destroy. 
 
 His name is salvation. And glory and peace, . 
 The light of the nation, That never will cease ; 
 He gave us the building. His name to adore. 
 The serpent he 's stilling. The lions that roar ! 
 
 His hand is anointing. His 'giory doth rise. 
 And babes he 's appointing. The heir of his joys, , 
 No staia is upon wim. He 's free from all scorn, . 
 And children around him. Do rest on his arm. 
 
 lli^ love it is flowing. Our joys and our peace, 
 A shepherd we know him. Not seeking the fleece ; ; 
 As heaven is giving. He adds to the store, 
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 Tfu paths of salvation, or the footsteps ofpeac4» 
 
 OLORD, before thine honourM name 
 We humbly bow the bending knee, 
 We mourn to turn to thee again 
 Because our dwelling is with thee. 
 
 Let us be to thy spirit joined. 
 It is from thine own heart we came. 
 We 're form'd according to thy mind. 
 We are the offepring of thy name. 
 
 We lost the morning of our days, 
 A cloud spread o*er our peaceful morn, ' 
 We lost our time by long delays,. • 
 But now we 're mourning to return. 
 
 Hear, Father, with a listening ear. 
 Our eyes do see, our faults we own, - 
 We plead for mercy with a toar. 
 And everj'' soul doth weep alone. 
 HYMN CCGVI. 
 Finding that which hath been lost 
 
 OH, Father, didst thou hear us cry, , 
 Didst thou behold the falling tear ? 
 For thou hast brought salvation nigh, • 
 Again our morning doth appear. 
 
 We see ourselves but sinful clay 
 
 Deluded by an artful tongue, 
 
 A lying voice hath led our way, 
 
 A serpent plac'd our footsteps wrong. ' 
 
 It is thy will to mercy show 
 As we our sin and guilt confess. 
 Chastise the heart and love us too, '» 
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 Where man doth like the brute appear, 
 We oat forbidden fruit no more. 
 Wo make our offerings with a tear. 
 HYMN CCCVn. 
 Tasting the bread of life. 
 
 HOW sweet, O God, ihy counf<e!s are. 
 They set the humble captive free ; 
 They are the incomes of our prayer 
 When we give all the heart to thee. 
 
 How free thou dost our crumbs divide. 
 They are the blessings of thy store ! 
 ^ How by thy favours we 're supplied. 
 And day by day we seek for more. 
 
 They *re life, and bread, and wine in trust, 
 Thy hand hath gfiven in our care ! 
 And every crumb and morsel *s blest, 
 W^e neither lack nor have to spare. 
 
 Oti, could our hearts thy goodness own. 
 Or could the lisping tongue reveal 
 How we are blest tha'i mourn alone, 
 How thou hast seal'd us with a seal. 
 
 How strong thou hast thy promise made 
 If we will bow and thee obey. 
 To crown salvation on the head 
 Of those that tread the heavrnlv way, 
 HYMN CCCVH].' ' 
 Desccndivg lore. 
 
 OLORD, why didst thou com© 
 Unto our sinlul fold. 
 Or give to us a pardoninj; Son, 
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 Thou cau««'d our eyes to see. 
 Our souls from death to wake, 
 fie broujjht salvation down from thee 
 All for the sinner's sake. 
 
 With none will he compare 
 Because he is thy Son, 
 He taught the heart to mourn in prayer. 
 On earth thy will be done. 
 
 Oh, may his glory rise. 
 His name on earth be known. 
 As stars of glory light the skies. 
 So bless and clothe his own ! 
 
 HYMN CCCIX. 
 
 Rejoicing and Prayer. 
 
 OLORD, why do my sorrows flee. 
 The painful griefs 1 've bore ? 
 Is this a great command from thee 
 Thine Israel to restore ? 
 
 Why doth again the wandering come 
 
 Thy presence to behold ? 
 A troubled and afflicted one. 
 
 With griefs thou hast foretold. 
 
 Who made thy throne a watering place 
 Where blessings do descend ? 
 
 It is thy love, it is thy grace, 
 That never hath an end ! 
 
 How dost thy Son with honours reign, 
 And grace from thee abound ? 
 
 Here is thy great eternal name. 
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 The springs of life for aver flow 
 Where thou and thine appear, 
 AM thou hast taaght this ,/orId below 
 There is salvation here, 
 
 HYMN CCCX. 
 The springs of lift* 
 
 UNSEEN, unheard, unknown, 
 Messiah hero doth dwell. 
 His heart is to the wise unknown. 
 Nor none his name can tell. 
 
 His spirit came to save. 
 No eye his heart could see. 
 His name on record here he *ll leavt 
 For seeking eyes to see ! 
 
 As the unfathom'd deep 
 His paths are all unseen, 
 His heart is where the humble weej). 
 And tears from sin redeem. 
 
 Why should my heart complain ? 
 
 A Saviour I have known ! 
 And in my heart he wrote his nam« 
 
 And bless'd my mournful home. 
 
 My prayer shall ever be 
 To God and to the Son ; 
 These are a Saviour unto m© 
 And all mv life to come. 
 HYMN CCCXI 
 Entering into favour with God and his afflicted^ 
 
 L^NG have I mourn'd to see the plao« » 
 Where Israel's feet have stood, 
 To see their Saviour face to face, » 
 And taste and drink hig>bIood« r •< 
 
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 Td see the years of David *s reign 
 
 And his submissive foes, 
 To hear the sinner's heart complaiiv 
 
 And then partake his woes. 
 
 According to my humble prayer ' 
 
 My portion now I see, 
 Again lost Israel gather'd there. 
 
 And favours, Lord, from thee. 
 
 I have my portion in their rest 
 
 Although my part is small, 
 I know their house and home is blessM,* , 
 
 And God is now their all. 
 
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 The love of God to the Gentiles, or unreformed*. 
 
 OTjORD, the stone thine hand hath laid 
 That Jesus built upon ; 
 Of all the earth thou art the head 
 When name and nation's ^one. 
 
 When pillars of the earth decay 
 
 And titles are no more. 
 Then shall thy presence liorht the way 
 
 Where crowns their glory wore. 
 
 When shepherds fail, and springs are dry, 
 
 Nor mourning seem to cease. 
 Then will thy loving heart be nigh. 
 
 Thy spirit speaking peace. 
 
 Then with thy heart shall kindred join, ^ 
 
 Their songs of praise be one, 
 Th^sQ^are the days of latter time, ,^ 
 
 A Qiorning light to CQjne. 
 
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 A SfuTwur rti^h^ and tlie peace of the world. 
 
 WHILE lines are so distinctly drawn 
 A Saviour 's absent and he 's gone, 
 "While njonaich's in the churches reign 
 He never will return again. 
 
 But where the wandering spiiit *a lost 
 He Ml place his feet, and make his boast. 
 And where there 's no division line. 
 He '11 show his grace and spend his time. 
 
 But where in pride they take their seat 
 'He Ml never place his humble feet ; 
 Where prelates reign and rule above 
 The Church will never taste his love. 
 
 Oh, now I think his love appears 
 Because his reign hath touch'd mine ears ; 
 Where every tongue saith Jesus reign, 
 His heart and soul have come again. 
 
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 Assemhling in the measure of ancient days. 
 
 OLORD, although our morning 's young 
 W^e praise thee with an infant tongue. 
 And though we know we 're weak and lame 
 We have a heart to praise thy name. 
 
 We 've Feen thy gIor\- as the sun 
 And light hath shone o'er vears to come, 
 Thou art our king, and David's namo 
 Doth in our troubled Israel reign. 
 
 Not with his shield, nor with his bow. 
 But with his tongue he binds the foe ; 
 His kingdom and his glory 's como 
 That owns the Father and the Son. 
 
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 His little flock this day we are. 
 His heart to know, his nnmo to bear^ 
 Messiah and his kingdom 's come 
 Where David and the Lord are one. 
 
 Why did the wakina trumpet sound 
 That cali'd his spirit from the jsfround ? 
 Or grace from the abounding skies 
 Cause David'a name and heart to rise ? 
 
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