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And o'er the path thy heavenly ray
A cheering luftre sheds.

When feeble reason, tired and blind,
Sinks helpless and afraid;

Thou, bleft supporter of the mind,
How powerful is thy aid!

6 O let my heart confess thy power,
And find thy fweet relief,

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To brighten every gloomy hour,
And foften every grief.

ccxcy. Proper Metre. STEELE,

G

The Morning of the LORD's Day.

REAT God, this facred day of thine,
Demands our foul's collected powers:

May we employ in work divine
These folemn, these devoted hours!
O may our fouls adoring own

The grace, which calls us to thy throne!
2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles fly,
Where God prefides, appear no more;
Omniscient God, thy piercing eye
Can every fecret thought explore.
O may thy grace our hearts refine,
And fix our thoughts on things divine.

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Thy fpirit's powerful aid impart, O may thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart; Then fhall the day indeed be thine; Then fhall our fouls adoring own The grace, which calls us to thy throne.

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CCXCVI.

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Middle Metre. MERRICK.

Song of Simeon paraphrased.

IS enough-the hour is come.
Now within the filent tomb
Let this mortal frame decay,
Mingled with its kindred clay :

Since thy mercies, oft of old
By thy chofen feers foretold,
Faithful now and ftedfaft prove,
God of truth and God of love!

Lo! the nations bow the knee,
Son of righteousness to thee;
And the realms of diftant kings
Own the healing of thy wings.

Thofe, whom death had overspread
With his dark and dreary fhade,
Lift their eyes, and from afar
Hail the light of Jacob's star.

Waiting 'till the promis'd ray
Turn their darkness into day:
While its brighteft fplendour fhed
Shines on Sion's favour'd head.

Never may it hence remove,
God of truth, and God of love!
'Tis enough-the hour is come;
Lay me in the filent tomb.

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CCXCVII. Long Metre.

The Beatitudes.

LEST is the man of humble mind,,

BMildly to God in all refign'd;

No lovelier fpirit to man is given,
And fit for earth, 'tis fit for heaven.

Bleffed are they who kifs the rod,
They find their comfort in their God:
Bleft are the meek, who ne'er offend,
Bleffings on earth fhall them attend.

Bleft is the thirst of righteousness,
In virtues thirft is no excess:
Bleft are the men who mercy love,
A God of mercy they fhall prove.

Bleft are the pure for they fhall fee
Their God in all his purity;

And bleft are they who peace pursue,
Them as his children God will view.

Bleft are the men in virtue bold,
Dearer than life who confcience hold
The God who ordered virtues laws

Will nobly vindicate their cause.

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ATHER of all, in earth and heaven, For ever hallowed be thy name : Thy kingdom to our world be given, And all our erring race reclaim.

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Thy holy will on earth be done,
As angels do thy w ill obferve;
May every human heart be won
To thee, and thy designs fubferve.

Convenient food to us extend,
Such as thy wifer views approve;
Nor in the use may we offend
The goodness, which has all our love.
Mercy-the balm of human woe,
Mercy-the finner's deareft plea,
If to our brother none we show,
No mercy dare we afk of thee.

From the world's fnares be thou our guard; To every good be thou our guide; May heav'n at length be thy award Whatever fate on earth betide.

CCXCIX. Com. Met. STEELE.

THE

The Traveller cheered, the Captive redeemed. I THE weary traveller, loft in night, Breathes many a longing figh, And marks the welcome dawn of light With rapture in his eye.

2 Thus fweet the dawn of heavenly day
Loft weary finners find;

When truth and mercy's gladd'ning ray
Strikes on their darkened mind.

3 To the poor wretch in flavery's chains
How kind, how dear the friend,
Thro' whom his freedom he regains,
Who bids his forrows end!

4 Thus kind, thus dear, that friend divine
Who ransoms captive fouls,
Unbinds the galling chains of fin,
And all its power controuls.

5 My God, to thy revealed light
My dawn of hope I owe;
Elfe had I erred in darkest night,
And funk in hopeless woe.

6 Thy gracious love redeemed the slave,
And set the prisoner free:
Be all I am, and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee.

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сес. Short Metre.

Hymn at the Communion.

OMMUNION with a friend
What heart does not approve?

But more, when all endearments meet
To ftir the foul of love.

Here present to your view
This dearest friend behold!

With all the graces of his life
A virtuous converfe hold.

The nobler mind of man

What ruin had o'erspread? Corruption fell had wrought its work,

And every hope was fled.

Thro' God to him we owe!

Truth, hope, and peace to earth returned

Have banished every woe.