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3“ Go heal the sick, go raise the dead, " All power is trusted in my hands; go cast out devils in my name ;

“I can destroy, and can defend." « Nor let my Prophets be afraid, [pheme. 6 He spake, and light shone round his head though Greeks reproach, and Jews blas

on a bright cloud to heaven he pode ; 4 “ While thus ye follow my commands, They to the farthest nations spread

" I'm with you till the world shall end; the grace of their ascended God.


A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19.2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two HARE her glad sound the Saviour comes,

For him who groan'd beneath your load; the Saviour promised

He shed a thousand drops for you, Let every heart prepare a throne,

A thousand drops of richer blood! and every voice a song.

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree ! 2 On him the spirit, largely pour'd,

The Lord of glory dies for men ! exerts his sacred fire,

But lo! what sudden joys we see! Wisdom and might, and zeal and love Jesus, the dead, revives again! his holy breast inspire.

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! 3 He comes, the prisoners to release, Up to his Father's court he flies ; in Satan's bondage held,

Cherubic legions guard him home, The gates of brass before him burst,

And shout him welcome to the skies ! the iron fetters yield.

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice How high our great Deliverer reigns ; to clear the mental ray;

Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And on the eyes oppress'd with night, And led the tyrant death in chains ! to pour celestial day.

6 Say, “ Live for ever, glorious King, 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, "Born to redeem, instruct and save!" the bleeding soul to cure,

Then ask—“death, where is thy sting! And with the treasures of his grace,

" And where thy victory, O grave !" to enrich the humble poor.

HYMN 31. 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,

ASCENSION. thy welcome shall proclaim;

Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7. And heaven's eternal arches ring with thy beloved name,

Our Jesus is gone up on high ;
HYMN 29.

The powers of hell are captive led,

Dragg’d to the portals of the sky.
The Blessedness of Gospel Times ; or, the Revela- 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

tion of Christ to Jews and Gentiles. Isa. v. 2, And angels chant the solemn lay; 7-10. Matt. xiii. 16, 17.

“ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! HOW beauteous are their feet

“ Ye everlasting doors, give way!" who

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, Who bring salvation on their tongues, And wide unfold the radiant scene ; and words of peace reveal !

He claims those mansions as his right, 2 How charming is their voice!

Receive the King of Glory in. how sweet their tidings are !

4.“ Who is the King of Glory, who ?"" « Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, "he reigns and triumphs here.”

The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, 3 How happy are our ears

And Jesus is the conqueror's name. that hear this joyful sound,

5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits, Which kings and prophets waited for,

And angels chant the solemn lay, and sought, but never found!

“ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 4 How blessed are our eyes

“ Ye everlasting doors, give way!" that see this heavenly light!

6 “Who is the King of Glory, who?" Prophets and kings desired it long,

The Lord of boundless power possest, but died without the sight!

The King of saints and angels too, 5 The watchmen join their voice,

God over all, for ever blest ! and tuneful notes employ,

HYMN 32. Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

PENITENTIAL. and deserts learn the joy.

The Penitent's Supplication. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm

O through all the earth abroad!

Though all my crimes before thee lie, Let every nation now behold

Behold them not with angry look, their Saviour and their God.

But blot their memory from thy book. HYMN 30.

2 Create my nature pure within, Christ dying, rising, and reigning. And form my soul averse to sin : He

Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Lo! Salem's daughters weep around ! Nor hide thy presence from my heart.


what snares beset

, i To heaven, 0 let me lift my eyes, Here in thy ways forgotten lie?

and hourly watch and pray. When shall the means of healing be

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, The channels of thy grace to me?

and melt in flowing tears ! 2 Sinners on every side step in,

My weak resistance, ah, how vain! And wash away their pain and sin;

how strong my foes and fears! But I, an helpless sin-sick soul, Still lie expiring at the pool.

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,

my feeble efforts aid; 3 Thou covenant-angel,swift come down, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, To-day thine own appointments crown; though trembling and afraid. Thy power into the means infuse,

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, And give them now their sacred use.

when foes and fears prevail; 4 Thou seest me lying at the pool,

And bear my fainting spirit up, I would, thou know'st I would be whole ; or soon my strength will fail. O let the troubled waters move,

6 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, And minister thy healing love.

or lure my feet aside,
HYMN 35.

My God, thy powerful aid impart,

my guardian and my guide. THAT my load of sin were gone! 6 O keep me in thy heavenly way, O that I could at last submit,

and bid the tempter flee; At Jesus' feet to lay it down!

And let me never, never stray to lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

from happiness and thee.

HYMN 38.

Regardless of immortal joys,
The Joys of Heaven.

and strangers to the skies! COME; L over de la vie est monache languid heart, 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, inspire each lifeless tongue

the sight; And let the joys of heaven impart their influence to our song:

And quickly will their brightest day

be lost in endless night. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, and discord there shall cease;

3 Their brightest day, alas! how vain!

with conscious sighs we own; And perfect joy, and love sincere,

While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, adorn the realms of peace.

o'ershade the smiling noon. 3 The soul from sin for ever free, shall mourn its power no more;

4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly But, clothed in spotless purity,

above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky, redeeming love adore.

which sorrow ne'er invades! 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!)

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, the exalted Saviour shines;

or reason's feeble ray, And beams ineffable delight

In ever blooming prospects rise, on all the heavenly minds.

unconscious of decay. 5 There shall the followers of the Lamb

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, join in immortal songs; And endless honours to his name

to guide our upward aim!

With one reviving touch of thine employ their tuneful tongues.

our languid hearts inflame. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, our feeble notes inspire;

7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,

our ardent wishes rise Till in thy blissful courts above,

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring we join the angelic choir.

immortal in the skies.
HYMN 39.

HYMN 41.
Heavenly Joy on Earth.

The Christian's Confidence.
and let our joys be known;

THEN I can read my title clear Join in a song with sweet accord, and thus surround the throne.

I'll bid farewell to every fear, 2 The sorrows of the mind

and wipe my weeping eyes. be banish'd from this place;

2 Should earth against my soul engage, Religion never was design'd

and fiery darts be burla, to make our pleasures less.

Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 3 Let those refuse to sing

and face a frowning world.

a that never knew our God,

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, But favourites of the heavenly King

let storms of sorrow fall; may speak their joys abroad.

So I but safely reach my home, 4 The God that rules on high,

my God, my heaven, my all. and thunders when he please,

4 There I shall bathe my weary soul That rides upon the stormy sky,

in seas of heavenly rest, and manages the seas:

And not a wave of trouble roll 5 This awful God is ours,

across my peaceful breast. our Father and our love;

HYMN 42. He shall send down his heavenly powers

INVITING to carry us above.

Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. ix. 46,10 6 There shall we see his face, and never, never sin;

The time t'ensure the great reward; There, from the rivers of his grace

And while the lamp holds out to burn, drink endless pleasures in.

The vilest sinner may return. 7 Yes, and before we rise

2 Life is the hour that God hath given to that immortal state,

To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven; The thoughts of such amazing bliss

The day of grace, and mortals may should constant joys create.

Secure the blessings of the day. 8 The men of grace have found

3 The living know that they must die; glory begun below:

But all the dead forgotten lie; Celestial fruits on earthly ground,

Their memory and their sense is gone, from faith and hope may grow.

Alike unknowing and unknown. 9 The hill of Sion yields

4 Their hatred and their love is lost, a thousand sacred sweets,

Their envy bury'd in the dust; Before we reach the heavenly fields

They have no share in all that's done or walk the golden streets.

Beneath the circuit of the sun. 10 Then let our songs abound,

5 Then what my thoughts design to do, and every tear be dry;

My hands, with all your might pursue;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground, Since no device nor workis found,
to fairer worlds on high.

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
HYMN 40.

6 There are no acts of pardon past
Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. In the cold grave to which we haste;
Hometaling skall earth's alluring toys

But darkness, death, and long despair,
our and

Reign in eternal silence there.

HYMN 43, 44, 45, 46, 47.

383 } HYMN 43.

HYMN 45.

Evening Himn.
The Goodness of God. Nahum i. 7.


For all the blessings of the light: Y humble souls, approach your God Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, with songs of sacred praise,

Under thy own Almighty wings. For he is good, supremely good, and kind are all his ways.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,

The ills that I this day have done; 2 All nature owns bis guardian care,

That with
the world,

myself, and thee, in him we live and move;

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. But nobler benefits declare the wonders of his love.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed; 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

Teach me to die, that so I may to ransom rebel worms;

Triumphing rise at the last day. 'Tis here he makes his goodness known 4 O may my soul on thee repose, in its diviner forms.

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, Sleep, that may me more vigorous make, 'tis here our hope relies;

To serve my God, when I awake. A safe defence, a peaceful home,

5 When in the night I sleepless lie, when storms of trouble rise.

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, the souls who trust in thee;

No powers of darkness me molest. Their humble hope thou wilt reward, with bliss divinely free.

6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,

Close to my bed' his vigils keep; 6 Great God, to thy Almighty lóve,'

Divine love into me instil, what honours shall we raise !

Stop all the avenues of ill. Not all the angelic songs above can render equal praise.

17 Thought to thought with my soul converse,

Celestial joys to me rehearse;
HYMN 44.

And in my stead, all the night long,
Morning Hymn.

Sing to my God a grateful song.

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, A sun Thy daily course of duty run;

Praise him, all creatures here below; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise

Praise him above, ye angelic host; To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN 46. 2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past Live this day, as if 'twere thy last :

Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm. To improve thy talents take due care ; B

EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone; 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,

He can create, and he destroy.
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear:
Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways,

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.

Made us of clay, and form'd us men;

And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

He brought us to his fold again.
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing

3 We are his people, we his care, Glory to thee, eternal King.

Our souls, and all our mortal frame;

What lasting honours shall we rear, 5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir

Almighty Maker, to thy name?
May your devotion me inspire;
That I like you my age may spend,

4 We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs, Like you may on my God attend.

High as the heaven our voices raise ;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 6 May I like you in God delight,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will :

5 Wide as the world is thy command,
0! may I never more do ill.

Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

When rolling years shall cease to move. And hast refresh'd me while I slept :

HYMN 47. Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

Praise to the Redeemer. I may of endless life partake.

our Redeemer's glorious name 8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew;

O may his love (immortal flame!) Guard my first spring of thought and will, tune every heart and tongue. And with thyself my spirit fill.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ! 9 Direct, control, suggest this day,

what mortal tongue display? All I design, or do, or say ;,

Imagination's utmost stretch
That all my powers, with all their might, in wonder dies away.
In thy sole glory may unite.

3 He left his radiant throne on high, 10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, left the bright realms of bliss, Praise him, all creatures here below;

And came to earth to bleed and die! Praise him above, ye angelic host;

was ever love like this? Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

our humble thanks to thee;

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May every heart with rapture say,

HYMN 51. The Saviour died for me."

Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beauty. 6 O may the sweet, the blissful theme

Isaiah xxxiii. 17. fill every heart and tongue;

HOULD nature's charms, to please the ere, Till strangers love thy charming name, and join the sacred song.

All nature's charms would droop and die,
HYMN 48.

Jesus, compared with thine.
Communion with Christ.

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,

and vain her blooming store; To Jesus, our exalted Lord, That name, in heaven and earth adored,

Her brightness languishes to shade,

her beauty is no more. Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of sacred praise.

3 But ah, how far from mortal sight

the Lord of glory dwells ! 2 But all the notes which mortals know,

A veil of interposing night
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,

his radiant face conceals. The theme demands immortal tongues.

4 O could my longing spirit rise

on strong immortal wing, 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,

And reach thy palace in the skies,
And worship at his sacred feet ;
O let our warm affections move,

my Saviour and my King! In glad returns of grateful love.

16 There thousands worship at thy feety

and there (divine employ!) 4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore, But long to know and love thee more ;

The triumphs of thy love repeat,

in songs of endless joy. And whilst we taste the bread and wine, Desire to feed on joys divine.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day

o'er all the blissful place; 6 Let faith our feeble senses aid,

Who would not drop this load of clay,
To see thy wondrous love display'd ;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,

and die, to see thy face?

HYMN 52. Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 6 Let humble penitential wo,

The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures. With painful, pleasing anguish flow; And thy forgiving love impart,

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YATHER of mercies ! in thy word Life, hope and joy to every heart.

For ever be thy name adored

for these celestial lines.
HYMN 49.
The Lord's Day.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want

exhaustless riches find; WELCOME, sweet day of rest, Riches above what earth can grant, Lord ;

andlasting as the mind. Welcome to this reviving breast,

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, and these rejoicing eyes.

and yields a free repast, 2 The King himself comes near

Sublimer sweets than nature knows to feast bis saints to-day;

invite the longing taste. Here we may sit, and see him bere,

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice and love, and praise, and pray.

spreads heavenly peace around; 3 One day amidst the place

And life and everlasting joys where Jesus is within,

attend the blissful sound. Is better than ten thousand days

5 O may these heavenly pages be of pleasure and of sin.

my ever dear delight; 4 My willing soul would stay

And still new beauties may I see, in such a frame as this,

and still increasing light. Till it is call'd to soar away

6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, to everlasting bliss.

be thou for ever near ; HYMN 60.

Teach me to love thy sacred word,

and view my Saviour there. Preparations for religious Worship.

HYMN 53. VAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, The Seasons crowned with Goodness. Psalm lxv. II. From flesh and sense I would be free,

ETERNAL source of every joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ, And hold communion, Lord, with thee. While in thy temple we appear, 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

To hail thee sovereign of the year. And kindles with a pure desire,

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, To see thy grace, to taste thy love,

Thy hand supports and guides the whole ; And feel thine influence from above.

The sun is taught by thee to rise, 3 When I can say that God is mine,

And darkness when to veil the skies. When I can see thy glories shine,

3 The flowery spring at thy command, I tread the world beneath my feet,

Perfumes the air, and paints the land; And all that men call rich and great.

The summer rays with vigour shine 4 Send comfort down from thy right hand,

To raise the corn and cheer the vine. To cheer me in this barren land;

4 Thy hand in autumn richly, pours And in thy temple let me know

Through all our coast redundant stores ; "The joys that from thy presence flow. And winters, soften'd by thy care,

No more the face of horror wear.

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