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3 I cannot live without thy light,
12 Rest for my soul I long to find :
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
and stamp thine image on my heart. 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sjn, Thy help and comfort still afford;
and fully set my spirit free; And let a wretch come near thy throne, I cannot rest, till pure within, To plead the merits of thy Son.
till I am wholly lost in thee. 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Is all the sacrifice I bring;
thy light and easy burden prove, The God of grace will ne'er despise
The cross, all staind with hallow'd blood, A broken heart for sacrifice.
the labour of thy dying love. 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
5 I would; but thou must give the power ; And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
my heart from every sin release ; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And save the soul condemn'd to die.
and fill me with thy perfect peace. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; 6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace ; nor let thy chariot wheels delay; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
The Necessity of Renewing Grace.
TOW helpless guilty nature lies,
The heart unchanged can never rise
to happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
in paths of ruin stray :
Reason debased can never find
the safe, the narrow way. forgetful of his word !
3 Can aught beneath a power divine 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, " Return;"
the stubborn will subdue ? dear Lord, and may I come!
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine My vile ingratitude I mourn ;
to form the heart anew. O take the wanderer home.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recall, 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
and upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
from reason's darken'd eyes.
15 To chase the shades of death away,
and bid the sinner live!
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
'tis thine alone to give.
6 O change these wretched hearts of ours, 6 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
and give them life divine ! dear Saviour, I adore ;
Then shall our passions and our powers, O keep me at thy sacred feet, and let me rove no more.
1 Almighty Lord, be thine.
Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41.
LAS, what hourly dangers rise !
what snares beset my way!
and hourly watch and pray.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, The channels of thy grace to me?
and melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
how strong my foes and fears!
3 O gracious God, in whom I live, Still lie expiring at the pool.
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;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
or lure my feet aside,
My God, thy powerful aid impart,
my guardian and my guide.
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.
Regardless of immortal joys,
and strangers to the skies! CON NOME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, inspire each lifeless tongue ;
they fade upon 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,
3 Their brightest day, alas! how vain! and discord there shall cease;
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
above these gloomy shades, But, clothed in spotless purity,
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;
to guide our upward aim! And endless honours to his name
With one reviving touch of thine employ their tuneful tongues.
our languid hearts inflame. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, our feeble notes inspire;
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.
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 burld, to make our pleasures less.
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 3 Let those refuse to sing
and face a frowning world. 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. 4-6,10 6 There shall we see his face, and never, never sin ;
LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
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 norwork is 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; TOW long shall earth's alluring toys But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.
LORY to thee, my God, this night,
Under thy own Almighty wings.
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;
1, ere I sleep, at peace may be. But nobler benefits declare
3 Teach me to live, that I the wonders of his love.
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.
5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed' his vigils keep; 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,'
Divine love into me instil,
Stop all the avenues of ill.
7 Thought to thought with my soul converse,
Celestial joys to me rehearse;
And in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song.
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
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.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
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.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
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.
Praise to the Redeemer.
our Redeemer's glorious name 8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
awake the sacred song! Scatter my sins as morning dew;
O may his love (immortal flame!) Guard my first spring of thought and will,
tune every heart and longue. 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
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;
, earth adored,
May every heart with rapture say,
HYMN 51. « The Saviour died for me."
Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beaty. 6 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Isaiah xxxiii. 17. fill every heart and tongue;
SH Till strangers love thy charming name,
HOULD nature's charms, to please the ere,
in sweet assemblage join, and join the sacred song.
All nature's charis would droop and die,
Jesus, compared with thine.
2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,
and vain her blooming store; ro Jesus, our exalted Lord,
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;
his radiant face conceals. Far, far above our humble songs, The theme demands immortal tongues.
14 O could my longing spirit rise 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
on strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies, And worship at his sacred feet;
my Saviour and my King! O let our warm affections move, In glad returns of grateful love.
5 There thousands worship at thy feet
and there (divine employ!) 4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore,
The triumphs of thy love repeat,
in songs of endless joy. Desire to feed on joys divine.
16 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;
and die, to see thy face? Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins, Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
HYMN 52. 6 Let humble penitential wo,
The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures. With painful,pleasing anguish flow;
ATHER of mercies ! in thy word And thy forgiving love impart,
what endless glory shines ! Life, hope and joy to every heart.
For ever be thy name adored
for these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want
exhaustless riches find; WELCOME, sweet day of rest, Riches above what earth can grant,
and lasting 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 here,
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 50.
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
and view my Saviour there. Preparations for religious Worship.
HYMN 53. PAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, The Seasons crowned with Goodness. Psalm lxv. U. From Alesh and sense I would be free, ETERN AL Sourceraie ver og er
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.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days 8 Still the orphan and the stranger, Demand successive songs of praise ;
still the widow owns thy care, And be the grateful homage paid,
Screen'd by thee in every danger, With morning light and evening shade.
heard by thee in every prayer. 6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
Hallelujah. Amen. And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
HYMN 56. Till to those lofty heights we soar,
At the Ordination or Institution of a Minister. Where days and years revolve no more.
FATHER of mercies! in thy house
We pay our homage and our vows;
Whilst with a grateful heart we share ARK! from the tombs, a mournful sound, These pledges of our Saviour's care. my ears attend the cry;
2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose, “ Ye living men, come view the ground In splendid triumph o'er bis foes, “ where you must shortly lie.
Scatter'd his gifts on men below, 2“ Princes, this clay must be your bed,
And wide his royal bounties flow. " in spite of all your towers !
3 Hence sprang the Apostle's honour'd name, « The tall, the wise, the reverend bead Sacred beyond heroic fame; “ must lie as low as ours."
Hence dictates the prophetic sage, 3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And hence the evangelic page. and are we still secure ?
4 In lower forms, to bless our eyes, Still walking downward to the tomb;
Pastors from hence and Teachers rise ; and yet prepare no more?
Who, though with feebler rays they shine, 4 Grant us the power of quickening grace,
Still mark a long extended líne. to fit our souls to Ay;
6 From Christ their varied gifts derive, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, And, fed by him, their graces live; we'll rise above the sky.
Whilst, guarded by his potent hand,
Amidst the rage of hell they stand.
6 So shall the bright succession run, ORD of life, all praise excelling,
Through all the courses of the sun ;
Whilst unborn churches, by their care, Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling
Shall rise and flourish large and fair. with the poor of humble mind.
7 Jesus our Lord, their hearts shall know 2 As thy love, through all creation,
The spring whence all these blessings flow; beams like thy diffusive light;
Pastors and people shout his praise, So the scorn'd and humble station
Through the long round of endless days. shrinks before thine equal sight.
HYMN 57. 3 Thus thy care, for all providing,
Prayer for Ministers. * warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue;
ATHER of mercies! bow thine ear, Who, the lot of all deciding, to thy chosen Israel sung:
We plead for those who plead for thee, 4 When thine harvest yields thee pleasure
Successful pleaders may they be! thou the golden sheaf shalt bind;
2 How great their work, how vast their charge! To the poor belongs the treasure
Do thou their ansious souls enlarge; of the scatter'd ears behind.
Their best acquirements are our gain,
We share the blessings they obtain.
3 Clothe, then, with energy divine
Their words, and let those words be thine ; 6 When thine olive plants increasing,
To them thy sacred truth reveal, pour their plenty o'er thy plain,
Suppress their fear, infame their zeal. Grateful thou shall take the blessing, 4 Teach them to sow the precious seed, but not search the bow again.
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed; Chorus. These, &c. Teach them immortal souls to gain6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,
Souls that will well reward their pain. gladdens ihy autumnal scene,
5 Let thronging multitudes around, Own the bounteous hand bestowing,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound; but thy vines the poor shall glean.
In humble strains thy grace implore, Chorus. These, &c And feel thy new creating power. 7 Still we read thy word declaring
6 Let sinners break their massy chains, mercy, Lord, thine own decree;
Distressed souls forget their pains ; Mercy, every sorrow sharing,
Let light through distant realms be spread, warms the heart resembling thee.
And Zion rear her drooping head.
1 Whenever the Hymas are used at the celebration of divine service, a certain portion or portions of the Psalms
of David in metre shall also be sung.
END OF THE HYMNS.