1 HYMN. C M.

1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him who rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats;

The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heavens on which he sits
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame:

My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 How many wretched souls have fled

Since the last setting sun!
And yet thou lengthenest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.

5 Great God, let all my hours be thine,

While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

2 Hymn: L. M.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth—and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

3 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

3 HYMN. L. M.

1 GOD of the morning, at thy voice

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies.

2 Oh! like the sun, may I fulfil

Th' appointed duties of the day; With ready mind, and active will,

March on, and keep my heav'nly way.

3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,

Enlightening our beclouded eyes; Thy threatenings just—thy promise sure; Thy gospel makes the simple wise.

4 Give me thy counsels for my guide,

And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compared with this.

4: HYMN. C. M.

1 GOD of my life, my morning song

To thee I cheerful raise:
Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing,
And pleasant 'tis to praise.

2 Preserv'd by thy almighty arm,

I pass'd the shades of night, Serene, and safe from every harm, To see the morning light.

3 While numbers spent the night in sighs,

And restless pains and woes,

In gentle sleep I closed my eyes,

And rose from sweet repose.

4 Oh let the same almighty care

Through all this day attend: From every danger—every snare, My heedless steps defend.

5 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

0 HYMN. 7's.

1 THOU that dost my life prolong,
Kindly aid my morning song;
Thankful from my couch I rise,
To the God that rules the skies.

2 Thou didst hear my ev'ning cry;
Thy preserving hand was nigh;
Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed,
Grateful to my weary head.

3 Thou hast kept me through the night;
'Twas thy hand restor'd the light:
Lord, thy mercies still are new,
Plenteous as the morning dew.

4 Still my feet are prone to stray;
Oh! preserve me through the day:
Dangers every where abound;
Sins and snares beset me round.

5 Gently, with the dawning ray,
On my soul thy beams display;
Sweeter than the smiling morn,
Let thy cheering light return.

_ HYMN. L. M.

|} God our defence.

1 O LORD, how many are my foes,

In this weak state of flesh and blood;
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

2 Tired with the burdens of the day,

To thee I raised an ev'ning cry;
Thou heardst, when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
- 3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid,

I laid me down and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.

4 But God sustain'd me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong:
He raised my head to see the light,
And makes his praise my morning song.

7 HYMN. C M.

1 THOU, gracious Lord, art my defence;

On thee my hopes rely;
Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
Lift up my head on high.

2 Guarded by him, I laid me down,

My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,
Through him in safety wake.

3 Salvation to the Lord belongs;

He only can defend;
His blessing he extends to all,
That on his power depend.

5j Prayer for spiritual Light.

1 WE lift our hearts to Thee,

Thou Day-Star from on high;
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.

2 O, let thy rising beams

Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love
Come like the morning light.

3 How beauteous nature now!

How dark and sad before!
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

4 May we this life improve

To mourn for errors past;
And live this short revolving day
As if it were our last.

HYMN. S. M. fj Morning Meditation.

1 AWAKE, my drowsy soul, These airy visions chase;

Awake, my active pow'rs, renew'd,
To run the heav'nly race.

2 See how the rising sun

Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray!

3 Thus would my rising soul

Her heav'nly Parent sing;
And to her great Original
Her humble tribute bring.

4 Serene, I laid me down

Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind preserver near.

5 Dear Saviour, to thy cross,

I bring my sacrifice;
Ting'd with thy blood, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.

-g^| HTMN. CM.

AvF God's goodness renewed every Morning and Evening.

1 GREAT GOD! my early vows to thee

With gratitude I'll bring; And at the rosy dawn of day Thy lofty praises sing.

2 Thou, round the heav'nly arch dost draw

A dark and sable veil,
And all the beauties of the world,
From mortal eyes conceal.

3 Again the sky with golden beams

Thy skilful hands adorn,
And paint, with cheerful splendour gay,
The fair ascending morn.

4 And as the gloomy night returns,

Or smiling day renews,
Thy constant goodness still my soul
With benefits pursues.

5 For this will I my vows to thee

With ev'ning incense bring; And at the rosy dawn of day Thy lofty praises sing.

11 HYMN. 8.8.6.

1 ONCE more my eyes behold the day,
And to my God, my soul would pay

Its tributary lays:
O may the life preserv'd by thee,
With all its powers and blessings be

Devoted to thy praise.

2 Beneath the shadow of thy wings,
(Israel's great Keeper, King of kings)

My weary head found rest:
No dire alarms, or racking pains,
. Devouring flames, or galling chains,
Disturb my peaceful breast.

3 How many, since I laid me down,
Have launch'd into a world unknown,

To meet a dreadful doom;
While some on watery billows toss'd,
Or wand'ring on an unknown coast,

Have sigh'd in vain for home.

4 But, I am spared to see thy face,
A monument of saving grace,

And live to praise thy name:
Still be thou near, my gracious Lord,
To keep and guide;—and by thy word

Peace to my soul proclaim.

5 Let me enjoy thy presence here, In ev'ry storm my heart to cheer,

Till thou shalt bid me rise, Where sin and sorrow never come, Till at my blest eternal home,

I wake in sweet surprise.

The fear of God. Prov. xxiii. 17.


1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of heav'n,

While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God, And spend them in his fear.

2 So may our eyes with holy zeal

Prevent the dawning day;

And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name and pray.

3 Midst hourly cares may love present

Its incense to thy throne; And, while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be thine alone.

4 At night we lean our weary heads

On thy paternal breast;
And, safely folded in thine arms,
Resign our powers to rest.

5 In solid, pure delights, like these,

Let all my days be past;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.

J.3 HYMN. 7's.

1 NOW the shades of night are gone;
Now the morning light is come;
Lord, may I be thine to-day—
Drive the shades of sin away.

2 Fill my soul with heav'nly light,
Banish doubt, and cleanse my sight;
In thy service, Lord, to-day,

Help me labour, help me pray.

3 Keep my haughty passions boundSave me from my foes around; Going out and coming in,

Keep me safe from ev'ry sin.

4 When my work of life is past,
Oh! receive me then at last!
Night of sin will be no more,
When I reach the heav'nly shore.


J.4b L- M

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on;

Thus far his power prolongs my days; And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known

Some fresh memorial of his grace.

2 Much of my time has run to waste,

And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But he forgives my follies past;

He gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 Thus, when the night of death shall come,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to break my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.

15 HYMN. CM.

1 DREAD Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song

Like holy incense rise;
Assist the offering of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day

Thy hand was still my guard; And still to drive my wants away, Thy mercy stood prepar'd.

3 Perpetual blessings from above

Encompass me around,
But oh! how few returns of love
Hath my Redeemer found!

4 What have I done for him who died

To save my guilty soul? Alas! my sins are multiplied, Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Yet, with this guilty heart of mine,

Lord, to thy cross I flee,
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.

16 HYMN. S.M.

1 GREAT God, to thee my ev'ning song
With humble gratitude I raise;
Oh let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise.

2 My days unclouded as they pass,

And ev'ry gently rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and pow'r.

3 Thy love and pow'r, celestial guard,

Preserve me from surrounding harm: Can danger reach me while the Lord Extends his kind, protecting arm?

4 Let this blest hope my eyelids close;

With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.


1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thine own almighty wings.

2 Forgive me Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
His watchful station near me keep,
My heart with love celestial fill,

And guard me from th' approach of ill.

4 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

18 HYMN. CM.

1 INDULGENT God, whose bounteous care

O'er all thy works is shown,
Oh let my grateful praise and prayer
Arise before thy throne.

2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!

How largely hast thou blest!
My cup with plenty overflow'd,
With cheerfulness my breast.

3 Now may soft slumber close my eyes,

From pain and sickness free;
And let my waking thoughts arise,
To meditate on thee.

4 Thus bless each future day and night,

Till life's vain scene is o'er;
And then to realms of endless light,
Oh let my spirit soar.

19 HYMN. S. M.

1 ANOTHER day is past,

The hours forever fled;
And time is bearing me away,
To mingle with the dead.

2 My mind in perfect peace

My Father's care shall keep;
I yield to gentle slumber now,
For thou canst never sleep.

3 How blessed, Lord, are they

On thee securely stayed!
Nor shall they be in life alarmed,
Nor be in death dismayed.

20 HTMN. S.M,

1 THE day is past and gone,

The ev'ning shades appear;
Oh, may I ever keep in mind,
The night of death draws near.

2 Lord, keep me safe this night,

Secure from all my fears;
May angels guard me while I sleep,
Till morning light appears.

3 And when I early rise,

To view th' unwearied sun, May I set out to win the prize, And after #Iory run.

4 Lord, when my days are past,

And I from time remove, O may I in thy bosom rest, The bosom of thy love.

21 HYMN. 7's.

1 SOFTLY now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away;

Free from care—from labour free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.

2 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away:
Then from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee!

*2tft Evening Prayer and Praise.

1 INDULGENT Father, by whose care,

I've pass'd another day,
Let me this night thy mercy share;
O, teach me how to pray.

2 Show me my sins, that I may mourn

My guilt before thy face;
Direct me, Lord, to Christ alone,
And save me by thy grace.

3 Let each returning night declare

The tokens of thy love;
And ev'ry hour thy grace prepare
My soul for joys above.

4 And when on earth I close mine eyes,

To sleep in death's embrace,
Let me to heav'n and glory rise,
To see thy smiling face.

HYMN. 7's.
*£m\ Evening Communion with God.

1 NOW, from labour and from care,
Twilight shades have set me free;
In the work of praise and pray'r,
Lord, I would converse with thee.
O, behold me from above,

Fill me with a Saviour's love.

2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and wo,
Wither all my earthly joys;
Nought can charm me here below,
But my Saviour's melting voice.
Lord, forgive; thy grace restore;
Make me thine for evermore.

3 For the blessings of this day,
For the mercies of this hour,
For the gospel's cheering ray,
For the Spirit's quick'ning pow'r,
Grateful notes to thee I raise;
O, accept my song of praise.

24: HYMN. CM.

1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me,

Through all the hours of night, And grant to me most graciously The safeguard of thy might.

2 With cheerful heart I close my eyes

Since thou wilt not remove; Oh, in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love!

3 Or, if this night should prove the last,

And end my transient days;
Lord, take me to thy promis'd rest,
Where I may sing tr y praise.

25 HYMN. CM.

1 FATHER, by saints on earth ador'd

By saints beyond the skies, Accept, through Jesus Christ, our Lord, Our ev'ning sacrifice.

2 If kept to-day from wilful sin,

We magnify thy grace;
Thou hast our kind preserver been,
And thine be all the praise.

3 We live to testify the grace,

Which sure salvation brings;
And sink to night in thine embrace,
And rest beneath thy wings.

4 But whether, Lord, we wake or sleep,

The charge of love divine,
We trust thy providence to keep
Our souls for ever thine.

26 HYMN. 8's&7's.

1 SAVIOUR, breathe an ev'ning blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal:

Sin and want we come confessing,

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us,

We are safe, if thou art nigh.
2 Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art He who, never weary,

Watchest where thy people be;
Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And our couch become our tomb;
May the morn in heav'n awake us,

Clad in light and deathless bloom!


1 O LORD, another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fost'ring hand.

2 And wilt thou bend a list'ning ear

To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign,

As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less than they.

4 Oh, let thy grace perform its part,

And let contentions cease; And shed abroad in ev'ry heart Thine everlasting peace.

28 HYMN. L. M.

1 THE night shall hear me raise my song, And in her silent courts my tongue Shall pour the solitary lay,

For all the mercies of the day.

2 Nor will my God disdain to hear

The sigh I breathe—the fervent pray'r:

When, sinking to oblivious rest, I seek the pillow of his breast. 3 And when the blushing morn shall rise, To tinge with gold the eastern skies; With strength renew'd, my thankful lay Shall hail the new-born beams of day.

29 HYMN. 8's.

1 INSPIRER and Hearer of pray'r,

Before whom a sinner may bend;
My all to thy covenant care,
I sleeping or waking commend.

2 If thou art my shield and my sun,'

The night is no darkness to me;
And fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.

3 From evil secure, and its dread,

I rest, if my Saviour be nigh;
And songs his kind presence indeed,
Shall in the night season supply.

4 He smiles, and my comforts abound;

His grace as the dew shall descend; And walls of salvation surround The soul he delights to defend.

30 HYMN. C M.

1 IN all my vast concerns with thee,

In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord

Before they're form'd within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.

4 Oh wondrous knowledge, deep and high,

Where can a creature hide?

Within thy circling arms I lie,

Enclos'd on ev'ry side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still,

And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,

Secur'd by sov'reign love.

31 HYMN. CM.

1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I am for ever thine:
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head,

From cares and business free,

'Tis sweet conversing on my bed

With my own heart and thee.

3 I pay this evening sacrifice;

And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.


3^5 Saturday Night.

1 BEGONE, my worldly cares, away,

Nor dare to tempt my sight;
Let me begin th' ensuing day,
Before I end this night.

2 Yes, let the work of pray'r and praise

Employ my heart and tongue;
Begin, my soul;—thy Sabbath days
Can never be too long.

3 Let the past mercies of the week

Excite a grateful frame;
Nor let my tongue refuse to speak
Some good of Jesus' name.

4 On wings of expectation borne,

My hopes to heav'n ascend;


0_ HYMN. L. M.

ffJ^J: A Hymn for Morning or Evening.

1 MY God, how endless is thy love?

Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs.

3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command,

To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.

3d HYMN. CM.

1 HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing pow'r

That rais'd us with a word;
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The rising morn cannot assure

That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To hurry us away.

4 Our life is forfeited by sin

To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry breath we draw.

5 God is our sun—whose daily light

Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble frame lies safe at night,
Beneath his shady wings.

36 HYMN. CM.

1 ON thee, each morning, O my God,

My waking thoughts attendj
In thee are founded all my hopes,
In thee my wishes end.

2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy boundless love surveys; And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares A sacrifice of praise.

3 When ev'ning slumbers press my eyes,

With his protection blest, In peace and safety I commit My weary limbs to rest.

4 My spirit, in his hand secure,

Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.

_w HYMN. L.M.

mm$ Daily Devotion.

1 MY God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thine house;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From ev'ry rash and heedless word;

Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.

3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wandering way;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;

And by my warm petitions, prove x
How much I prize their faithful love.


38 HYMN. L.M.

1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless,
Which crowns our families with peace;
From thee they spring, and by thy hand
They have been, and are still sustain'd.

2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;

Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.

3 To thee may each united house,
Morning and night present its vows;
Our servants there, and rising race,
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace.

4 Oh, may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name;
While, pleas'd and thankful, we remove
To join the family above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts, and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes;

Our mutual burdens bear; And often from each other flows The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

4:0 HYMN. C M.

1 LO! what an entertaining sight,

Those friendly brethren prove, Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite, Of harmony and love!

2 Where streams of bliss from Christ the spring,

Descend to every soul;
And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews

That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.

44. HYMN. S. M.

1 BLEST are the sons of peace,

Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise—their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.

3 From those celestial springs

Such streams of pleasure flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honours can bestow.

4 Thus on the heav'nly hills

The saints are blest above;
Where joy, like morning dew, distils,
And all the air is love.

42 HYMN. S. P. M.

1 HOW pleasant 'tis to see Kindred and friends agree,

Each in his proper station move;

And each fulfil his part,

With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!

2 Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,

Descending from the neighbouring hills;

Such streams of pleasure roll

Through every friendly soul, Where love, like heav'nly dew, distils.

43 HYMN. C M.

1 AUTHOR of good—to thee we turn:

Thine ever wakeful eye
Alone can all our wants discern—

Thy hand alone supply. /

2 O let thy love within us dwell,

Thy fear our footsteps guide; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside.

3 And O, by error's force subdued,

Since oft, by stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill;—

4 Not what we wish—but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The good we ask not, Father, grant—
The ill we ask—deny.

44 HYMN. CM.

1 GOD of our Fathers! by whose hand

Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage,
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread. And raiment fit provide.

3 O spread thy sheltering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's lov'd abode Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand

Our humble prayers implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

45 HYMN. L. M.

1 THOU, Lord, through every changing scene, Hast to the saints a refuge been;

Through every age, eternal God!
Their pleasing home—their safe abode.

2 In thee our fathers sought their rest,
And were with thy protection blest;
Behold their sons, a feeble race!
We come to fill our fathers' place.

3 Through all the thorny paths we tread,
Ere we are number'd with the dead,
When friends desert—and foes invade,
Be thou our all-sufficient aid!

4 And when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we must dwell on earth no more,
To thee, great God! may we ascend,
And find an everlasting friend.

To thee our infant race we'll leave;
Them may their fathers' God receive;
That voices, yet unform'd, may raise
Succeeding hymns of humble praise.


4:6 HYMN. CM.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;—

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone

To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand;

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

SOON as the morning rays appear,

I'll lift my eyes above; My voice shall reach thy listening ear,

And supplicate thy love.

Within thy house my voice shall rise

Before thy mercy-seat;
There will I fix my steadfast eyes,

And worship at thy feet.

3 In righteousness thy strength display,
And my protection be;
Teach me to know that only way,
Which leads to heav'n and thee.


The Sabbath welcomed.


1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 Jesus himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where God my Saviour's been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,
Till call'd to rise, and soar away,
To everlasting bliss.

4:9 HYMN. P. M.

1 WELCOME, delightful morn!

Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind return;

Lord make these moments blest.
From low delights, and mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address thy face;
Let sinners feel thy quick'ning word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quick'ning powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless these sacred hours:

HAIL, happy day! thou day of holy rest!

What heav'nly peace and transport fill our breast,

When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends,

And kindly holds communion with his friends.

Let earth and all its vanities be gone,

Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;

Its flattering, fading glories I despise,

And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.

Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,

And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes:

Oh! meet my rising soul, thou God of love,

And waft it to the blissful realms above!

The Rest of the Sabbath.


1 ANOTHER six days' work is done;
Another Sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul—enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God has blest.

2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;

And draw from heav'n that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.

3 This heav'nly calm within the breast!
The dearest pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains—
The end of cares—the end of pains.

4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In varied scenes, both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past;
With hope, we future pleasures taste.

5 In holy duties let the day—
In holy pleasures, pass away;

How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

52 HYMN. CM.

1 COME, let us join with sweet accord

In hymns around the throne; This is the day our rising Lord Hath made, and call'd his own.

2 This is the day which God hath blest,

The brightest of the seven;

Type of that everlasting rest,

The saints enjoy in heav'n.

_ HYMN. L. M.

{JO Preparation for the Duties of the Sabbath implored.

1 COME, dearest Lord, and bless this day, Come, bear our thoughts from earth away; Now, let our noblest passions rise

With ardour to their native skies.

2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine,
With rays of light upon us shine;
And let our waiting souls be blest,
On this sweet day of sacred rest.

3 Then, when our Sabbaths here are o'er,
And we arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the ransom'd, we shall spend
A Sabbath which shall never end.

54: HYMN. L. M.

1 GREAT God! this sacred day of thine

Demands the soul's collected pow'rs;
With joy we now to thee resign

These solemn, consecrated hours:
Oh may our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.

2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore; May worldly cares our bosoms fly,

And where thou art intrude no more: Oh may thy grace our spirits move, And fix. our minds on things above!

3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,

And bid thy word, with life divine,

Engage the ear—and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Our souls shall then adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.

— - HYMN. P.M.

OtJ Resurrection of Christ celebrated.

1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls,

And burst the slothful band; The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand: Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise.

2 At thy approaching dawn,

Reluctant death resign'd
The glorious Prince of life,

In dark domains confin'd:
Th' angelic host around him bends,
And midst their shouts the God ascends.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heav'n with hosannas rings;
While earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings!
"Worthy art thou, who once wast slain
Through endless years to live and reign."

4 Gird on, great God, thy sword,

Ascend thy conqu'ring car,
While justice, truth, and love,

Maintain the glorious war:
Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread,
And sin and hell in triumph lead.

56 HYMN. CM.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.
2 Oh! what a night was that, which wrapt
A sinful world in gloom!
Oh! what a Sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.

|jT HYMN. 7's.

1 SAFELY through another week,

God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we seek supplies of grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name; Show thy reconciling faceTake away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee.

3 May the gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners—comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief from all complaints:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.


1 IN this calm impressive hour,
Let my pray'r ascend on high;
God of mercy, God of pow'r,
Hear me when to thee I cry:
Hear me from thy lofty throne,
For the sake of Christ thy Son.

2 With this morning's early ray,
While the shades of night depart,
Let thy beams of light convey
Joy and gladness to my heart:

Now o'er all my steps preside, And for all my wants provide. 3 O what joy that word affords,

"Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth;"
King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Send thy gospel heralds forth:
Now begin thy boundless sway,
Usher in the glorious day.

j^0 HYMN. C. M.

Otl The, Resurrection Sabbath.

1 BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays

Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode!

2 In the cold prison of the tomb

Our dear Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave unite their force

To hold our God in vain; The sleeping conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord,

These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

60 HYMN. C M.

1 WHEN, on the third auspicious day,

While yet the blushing dawn Shed forth its earliest smiling ray To gild the rising morn;

2 The " holy women" sought the place

Where their belov'd was laid,
And shining angels preach'd the grace
That rais'd him from the dead;

3 They hasted from the hallow'd ground,

Where his dear flesh had lain,
To tell his mourning friends around,
That Jesus lives again.

4 This day, as days of older time,
Is one of heav'nly joy;
Good tidings reach to ev'ry clime,
And ev'ry tongue employ.


6l HTMN. C M.

1 FREQUENT the day of God returns

To shed its quick'ning beams; And yet how slow devotion burns, How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love;

Our frailties, Lord, forgive:
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,

And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up
The Sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air,

With heav'nly lustre shine; Before the throne of God appear, And feast on love divine;

5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,

Shall all our pow'rs employ; Delighted range th' etherial plains, And take our fill of joy.

The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.


1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above;

To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.

3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
Obscures the lustre of thy throne.

4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet, And give us but the lowest seat;

We'll shout thy praise, and join the song Of the triumphant, holy throng.

G3 HYMN. L. M.

1 IS there a time when moments flow,

More peacefully than all beside?
It is, of all the times below,
A Sabbath eve in summer tide.

2 O then the setting sun smiles fair,

And all below, and all above, The cliff 'rent forms of nature wear One universal garb of love.

3 And then the peace that Jesus beams,

The life of grace, the death of sin, With nature's placid woods and streams, Is peace without, and peace within.

4 Delightful scene! a world at rest,

A God all love, no grief nor fear; A heav'nly hope, a peaceful breast, A smile unsullied by a tear.

5 If heav'n be ever felt below,

A scene so heav'nly, sure, as this, May cause a heart on earth to know Some foretaste of celestial bliss.

6 Delightful hour, how soon will night

Spread her dark mantle o'er thy reign; And morrow's quick returning light Must call us to the world again.

7 Yet will there dawn at last a day,

A Sun that never sets shall rise; Night will not veil his ceaseless ray, The heav'nly Sabbath never dies!

. HYMN. C M.

fj4: Evening Twilight.

1 I LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempests driv'n.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.


6& HYMN. L. M.

1 GREAT God, we sing thy mighty hand;
By that supported still we stand:

The op'ning year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.

2 By day, by night—at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed—

By his unerring counsels led.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future—all to us unknown—

We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.

4 In scenes exalted or depress'd,

Be thou our joy—and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Ador'd through all our changing days.

5 When death shall close our earthly songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues,

Our helper, God, in whom we trust,
In brighter worlds our souls shall boast.

66 HYMN. L. M.

1 ETERNAL God! I bless thy name,

The same thy power—thy grace the same;
The tokens of thy friendly care
Begin, and close, and crown the year.

2 Supported by thy guardian hand,
Amid ten thousand deaths I stand,
And see, when I survey thy ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3 Thus far thine arm has led me on—
Thus far I make thy mercy known;
And while I tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.

4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear, in thy bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

67 HYMN. 7's.

1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below; We a little longer wait,

But how little—none can know.

2 Spared to see another year,

Let thy blessing meet us here;
Come, thy dying work revive,
Bid .thy drooping garden thrive;

Sun of righteousness, arise!

Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes: Let our prayer thy pity move;

Make this year a time of love.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live

With eternity in view;
Bless thy word to old and young,

Fill us with a Saviour's love;
When our life's short race is run,

May we dwell with thee above.

-3^. HYMN. 5'8andll's.

Og A JVe«j Year.

1 COME, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,

And never stand still, till the Master appear.

2 Our life is a dream, Our time as a stream Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.

3 The arrow is flown, The moment is gone; The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

4 O that each in the day Of his coming may say,

"I've fought my way through, I've finish'd the work thou did'st give me to do!"

5 O that each from his Lord May receive the good word, "Well and faithfully done!

Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne!" FOR THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR.

„~ HYMN. C M.

0 *J Reflections at the End of the Year.

1 AND now, my soul, another year

Of thy short life is past;

I cannot long continue here,

And this may be my last.

2 Much of my dubious life is gone,

Nor will return again;
And swift my passing moments run,
The few that yet remain.

3 Awake, my soul—with utmost care

Thy true condition learn: What are thy hopes?—how sure? how fair? What is thy great concern?

4 Behold, another year begins!

Set out afresh for heaven;
Seek pardon for thy former sins,
In Christ so freely given.

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,

And on his grace depend; -
With zeal pursue the heav'nly road,
Nor doubt a happy end.

m~ HYMN. S. M.

7 %f Rapid flight of Time.

1 MY few revolving years,

How swift they glide away!
How short the term of life appears,
When past—'tis but a day!—

2 A dark and cloudy day,

Made up of grief and sin;
A host of dang'rous foes without,
And guilt and fear within.

3 Lord, through another year,

If thou permit my stay,
With watchful care may I pursue
The true and living way!

m^ HYMN. C M.

^J Praise for Providential Goodness.

1 GOD of our lives, thy various praise

Our voices shall resound:
Thy hand directs our fleeting days,
And brings the seasons round.

2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,

Our Father and our Friend; Whose constant mercies from the skies, In genial streams descend.

3 In ev'ry scene of life, thy care,

In ev'ry age, we see;
And, constant as thy favours are,
So let our praises be.

4 Still may thy love, in every scene,

To ev'ry age, appear;
And let the same compassion deign
To bless the opening year.


The House appointed for all living.

1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave,

Where life's vain tumults past,
Th' appointed house by heavVs decree,
Receives us all at last!

2 The wicked there from troubling cease—

Their passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.

3 All, levell'd by the hand of death,

Lie sleeping in the tomb,
Till God in judgment calls them forth,
To meet their final doom.

T3 HYMN. H. M.

1 HOW pleasing is the voice
Of God, our heav'nly King,
Who bids the frosts retire,
And wakes the lovely spring!

Bright suns arise.
The mild wind blows,
And beauty glows,

Thro' earth and skies.

2 The morn, with glory crown'd,

His hand arrays in smiles:
He bids the eve decline,
Rejoicing o'er the hills:

The ev'ning breeze
His breath perfumes;
His beauty blooms

In flow'rs and trees.

3 With life he clothes the spring,

The earth with summer warms:
He spreads th' autumnal feast,
And rides on wintry storms:

His gifts divine
Thro' all appear;
And round the year

His glories shine.

74: HYMN. L.M.

1 THE flow'ry spring, at God's command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land:
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

2 His hand in autumn richly pours, Through all her coasts, redundant stores; And winters, soften'd by his care,

No more the face of horror wear.

3 The changing seasons, months and days
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the cheerful homage paid,
With morning light, and ev'ning shade.

4 And oh, may each harmonious tongue
In worlds unknown the praise prolong,
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.

_.« HYMN. CM.

2 *3 Spring.

1 WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray,

And fragrance breathes in ev'ry gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2 Hark! how the feather'd warblers sing!

'Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring, And woods and fields rejoice.

3 O God of nature, and of grace,

Thy heav'nly gifts impart; Then shall my meditation trace Spring blooming in my heart.

4 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join

Glad nature's cheerful song; And love, and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue.

.__ HYMN. S. M.

"j (> The Spring.

1 SWEET is the time of spring, When nature's charms appear;

The birds with ceaseless pleasure sing,

And hail the op'ning year:

But sweeter far the spring

Of wisdom and of grace, When children bless and praise their King

Who loves the youthful race.

2 Sweet is the dawn of day,
When light just streaks the sky;

When shades and darkness pass away,

And morning's beams are nigh:

But sweeter far the dawn

Of piety in youth;

When doubt and darkness are withdrawn Before the light of truth.

3 Sweet is the early dew,

Which gilds the mountain's tops, And decks each plant and flow'r we view,

With pearly glitt'ring drops:

But sweeter far the scene

On Zion's holy hill;
When there the dew of youth is seen

Its freshness to distil.

77 HYMN. S. M.

1 GREAT God, at thy command

Seasons in order rise:
Thy pow'r and love in concert reign
Through earth, and seas, and skies.

2 How balmy is the air!

How warm the sun's bright beams!
While, to refresh the ground, the rains
Descend in gentle streams.

3 With grateful praise we own

Thy providential hand,
While grass, and herbs, and waving corn,
Adorn and bless the land.

4 But greater still the gift

Of thine incarnate Son;
By him forgiveness, peace, and joy,
Through endless ages run.

78 HYMN. 8's.

1 THE winter is over and gone,

The thrush whistles sweet on the spray, The turtle breathes forth her soft moan, The lark mounts and warbles away.

2 Shall every creature around

Their voices in concert unite, And I, the most favour'd, be found, In praising to take less delight?

3 Awake, then, my harp, and my lute!

Sweet organs, your notes softly swell! •
No longer my lips shall be mute,
The Saviour's high praises to tell!

4 His love in my heart shed abroad,

My graces shall bloom as the spring;
This temple, his Spirit's abode,
My joy, as my duty, to sing.

79 HYMN. 7's.

1 PLEASING spring again is here! Trees and fields in bloom appear! 2b


Hark! the birds, with artless lays,
Warble their Creator's praise!

2 Lord, afford a spring to me!
Let me feel like what I see:
Ah! my winter has been long,
Chill'd my hopes, suppress'd my song.

3 How the soul in winter mourns,
Till the Lord, the Sun, returns!
Till the Spirit's gentle rain
Bids the heart revive again!

4 O beloved Saviour, haste,

Tell me all the storms are past:
Speak, and by thy gracious voice
Make my drooping soul rejoice.

HYMN. CM. £}0 Summer—A Harvest Hymn.

1 TO praise the ever bounteous Lord,

My soul, wake all thy pow'rs;
He calls, and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

2 His cov'nant with the earth he keeps;

My tongue, his goodness sing; Summer and winter know their time, His harvest crowns the spring.

3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold

The waving yellow crop;
With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow

The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams
The rip'ning harvest bless.

5 Then, in the last great harvest, I

Shall reap a glorious crop;

The harvest shall by far exceed

What I have sow'd in hope.

HYMN. C. M. G"j Winter.

1 STERN winter throws his icy chains, Encircling nature round;

How bleak, how comfortless the plains,
Late with gay verdure crown'd!

2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,

And light and warmth depart; And drooping lifeless, nature seems An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,

In night's dark mantle clad, Confin'd in cold, inactive chains, How desolate and sad!

4 Return, O blissful Sun, and bring

Thy soul-reviving ray;
This mental winter shall be spring,
This darkness cheerful day.

5 O happy state, divine abode,

Where spring eternal reigns; And perfect day, the smile of God, Fills all the heav'nly plains!

6 Great Source of light, thy beams display,

My drooping joys restore,
And guide me to the seats of day,
Where winter frowns no more.

ort HYMN. L. M.

5)^5 Goodness of God in the Seasons.

1 ON God the race of man depends,
Far as the earth's remotest ends;
At his command the morning ray
Smiles in the east, and leads the day.

2 Seasons and times obey his voice;
The morn and ev'ning both rejoice

To see the earth made soft with showers, • Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flowers.

3 The desert grows a fruitful field; Abundant food the valleys yield;

The plains shall shout with cheerful voice, And neighbouring hills repeat their joys.

4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; O'er every field thy glories shine; Through ev'ry month thy gifts appear: Great God, thy goodness crowns the year.

83 HYMN. CM.

1 THE Lord is good, the heav'nly King,

He makes the earth his care; Visits the pastures ev'ry spring, And bids the grass appear.

2 The times and seasons—days and hours,

Heav'n, earth, and air are thine; -
When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs,
The Author is divine.

3 The soften'd ridges of the field

Permit the corn to spring; The valleys rich provision yield, And all the lab'rers sing.

4 The various months thy goodness crowns;

How bounteous are thy ways! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise.

84: HYMN. L. M.

1 SING to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds around the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

2 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And feed the ravens when they cry.

3 What is the creature's skill or force,
The vig'rous man, the warlike horse,
The sprightly wit, the active limb!
All are too mean delights for him.

4 His saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight;

He sees their hopes, he knows their fear, And finds and loves his image there.

85 HYMN. L. M.

1 LET Zion praise the mighty God, And make his honours known abroad;

For sweet the joy our songs to raise,
And glorious is the work of praise.

2 Our children live secure and blest;
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessings to their meat.

3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains;

His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.

4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with dreadful sound; His icy bands the rivers hold,

And terror arms his wintry cold.

5 He bids the warmer breezes blow,
The ice dissolves, the waters flow;
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call his people to his praise.

6 Through all our land his laws are shown: His gospel through our borders known; He hath not thus reveal'd his word

To every land—Praise ye the Lord!

86 HYMN. CM.

1 WITH songs and honours sounding loud,

Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessings down

To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow.

3 He gives the grazing ox his meat,

He hears the ravens cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.

4 His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,

Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound.

6 When from his dreadful stores on high

He pours the sounding hail,
The wretch that dares his God defy
Shall find his courage fail.

7 He sends his word, and melts the snow,

The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

8 The changing wind, the flying cloud,

Obey his mighty word; With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.


om HYMN. 8's, 7's, 4'a.

5J7 Prayer for a Revival. Ps. lxxxv. 6.

1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation:

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again.

Lord, revive us;
All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance;

Shine upon us from on high, Lest, for want of thine assistance, Ev'ry plant should droop and die.

3 Let our mutual love be fervent,

Make us prevalent in pray'rs; Let each one esteem'd thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares.

4 Break the tempter's fatal power;

Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh.

88 HYMN. P. M.

1 SOV'REIGN of worlds above,

And Lord of all below,
Thy faithfulness and love,
Thy povv'r and mercy show;

Fulfil thy word;

Thy Spirit give;

Let heathens live

And praise the Lord.

2 On lands that lie beneath

Foul superstition's sway,
Whose horrid shades of death
Admit no heav'nly ray,

Blest Spirit! shine,

Their hearts illume;

Dispel the gloom

With light divine.

3 Father, who to thy Son

Thy steadfast word hast giv'n,
That thro' the earth shall run
The news of peace with heav'n,

Extend his fame;

Thy grace diffuse;

And let the news

The world reclaim.

4 Few be the years that roll,

Ere all shall worship thee;
The travail of his soul,
Soon let the Saviour see;

O God of grace!

Thy pow'r employ,

Fill earth with joy,

And heav'n with praise.

89 HYMN. CM.

1 OH, when shall Afric's sable sons
Enjoy the heav'nly word;
And vassals, long enslav'd, become
The freemen of the Lord?

2 When shall the untutor'd Heathen tribes,

A dark, bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
And learn and sing his grace?

3 Haste sov'reign mercy, and transform

Their cruelty to love:

Soften the tiger to a lamb,

The vulture to a dove.

90 HYMN. 8,7,4.

1 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,

Cheer'd by no celestial ray, Sun of Righteousness, arising,

Bring the bright, the glorious day;

Send the gospel
To the earth's remotest bound.

2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness!

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;
And from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night;

And redemption,
Freely purchas'd, win the day.

3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel—

Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting, wide dominions
Multiply and still increase;

Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.

01 HYMN. L. M.

1 SOV'REIGN of worlds! display thy pow'r, Be this thy Zion's favour'd hour;

Bid the bright morning Star arise,
And point the nations to the skies.

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,
On Afric's shore, on India's plains,
On wilds and continents unknown;
And be the universe thine own.

3 Speak! and the world shall hear thy voice; Speak! and the desert shall rejoice;

Scatter the gloom of heathen night,
And bid all nations hail the light.

HYMN. 8,7,4.
For the Influence of the Spirit.


1 WHO, but thou, almighty Spirit,

Can the heathen world reclaim?

Men may preach, but till thou favour,

Heathens will be still the same:

Mighty Spirit!
Witness to the Saviour's name.

2 Thou hast promis'd by the prophets,

Glorious light in latter days:
Come, and bless bewilder'd nations,
Change our pray'rs and tears to praise;

Promis'd Spirit!
Round the world diffuse thy rays.

S All our hopes, and pray'rs, and labours
Must be vain without thine aid:
But thou wilt not disappoint us—
All is true that thou hast said:

Faithful Spirit!
O'er the world thine influence shed.

FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand: Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain. What tho' the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Tho' ev'ry prospect pleases,

And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown 5
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O Salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation

Has learn'd Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,

And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransom'd nature,

The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign.

94: HYMN. CM.

1 GREAT Saviour, let thy pow'r divine

O'er all the earth be known;
Let all, to thee, their will resign,
And make thy will their own.

2 Perversion marks the guilty way,

Which heathens madly tread;
From all thy laws they go astray,
And hasten to the dead.

3 Thou, Saviour-God, hast pow'r alone

To turn their wand'ring feet,
To bend their souls before thy throne,
Low at thy mercy seat:

4 For all the pow'r, beneath, above,

Thy wounded hands sustain;
Then sway the sceptre of thy love,
And let thy mercy reign.

., HYMN. L. M.

;J»3 The Glory of God in his Works and in his Word.

1 GREAT Sun of Righteousness, arise!
Oh bless the world with heav'nly light!
Thy gospel makes the simple wise:
Thy laws are pure—thy judgments right.

2 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renew'd and sins forgiv'n:—
Lord, cleanse my sins—my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heav'n.

_~ HYMN. L. M.

(fO Universal reign of Christ.

1 GREAT God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his pow'r—exalt his throne.

2 As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down;
His grace, on fainting souls, distils,
Like heav'nly dew, on thirsty hills.

3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.

4 The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dress'd in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from his throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

97 HYMN. L. M.

1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Doth his successive journeys run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moon shall wax and wane no more.

2 For him shall endless pray'r be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns,
The joyful pris'ner bursts his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.

HYMN. L. P. M.
Rejoicing in View of God's Universal Reign.


1 LET all the earth their voices raise,
To sing a psalm of lofty praise,

To sing and bless Jehovah's name;
His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations show,

And all his saving works proclaim.

2 Oh! haste the day—the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving pow'r,

And barb'rous nations fear his name: Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

99 HYMN. S. M.

1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode,
The church, our blest Redeemer sav'd
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my pray'rs ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heav'nly ways,
Her sweet communion—solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, thou friend divine,

Our Saviour, and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe,
Shall great deliv'rance bring.

6 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heav'n.

lfkfk HYMN. CM.

JMJ\J Christ crowned as Lord of all.

1 ALL hail, the great Immanuel's name!

Let angels prostrate fall: Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from his altar call; Praise him who shed for you his blood, And crown him Lord of alK

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.

4 Ye Gentile sinners ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

5 Let ev'ry"kindred—ev'ry tribe,

On this terrestrial ball,
1 o him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

6 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall;
And join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

101 HYMN. P.M.

1 SOV'REIGN of worlds above,
And Lord of all below,
Thy faithfulness and love,
Thy pow'r and mercy show.
Fulfil thy word,

Thy Spirit give;
Let heathens live,
And praise the Lord.

2 Few be the years that roll,
Ere all shall worship thee?
The travail of his soul
Soon let the Saviour see:
O God of grace!

Thy power employ;
Fill earth with joy,

And heav'n with praise.

102 HYMN. 7's.

1 WAKE the song of jubilee,
Let it echo o'er the sea!

Now is come the promis'd hour;
Jesus reigns with sov'reign pow'r!

2 All ye nations, join and sing,
"Christ, of lords and kings is King.
Let it sound from shore to shore,
Jesus reigns for evermore!

3 Now the desert lands rejoipe,
And the islands join their voice;
Yea, the whole creation sings,
"Jesus is the King of kings."



Exhortation to Universal Praise.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through ev'ry land—by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.


104: HYMN. L. M.

1 NOW in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God:
Behold the months come hast'ning on,
When you shall say—" My joys are gone.

2 Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Oppress'd with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.

3 The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agony of pain,
Ascends to God—not there to dwell,
But hears her doom—and sinks to hell.

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name;
Teach me to know how frail I am:
And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.



Youth admonished to remember their Creator.

1 CHILDREN, to your Creator, God,

Your early honours pay;
While vanity and youthful blood
Would tempt your thoughts astray.

2 Be wise—and make his favour sure,

Before the mournful day, When youth and mirth are known no more, And life and strength decay.

3 The mem'ry of his mighty name

Demands your first regard;
Nor dare indulge a meaner flame,
Till you have lov'd the Lord.

106 HYMN. CM.

1 WHILE in the tender years of youth,

In nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait
Its summons to the tomb;—

2 Remember thy Creator, God;

For him thy pow'rs employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,
Thy portion, and thy joy.

3 He shall defend and guide thy course

Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore Of blest eternity.

The Young asking for Divine Guidance.

1 FROM earliest dawn of life,

Thy goodness we have shared; And still we live to sing thy praise, By sov'reign mercy spared.

2 To learn and do thy will,

O Lord our hearts incline; And o'er the paths of future life Command thy light to shine.

3 While taught thy word of truth,

May we that word receive;
And when we hear of Jesus' name,
In that blest name believe!

4 O, let us never tread

The broad, destructive road,
But trace those holy paths which lead
To glory, and to God.

108 HYMN. S. M.

1 My son, know thou the Lord,

Thy father's God obey:
Seek his protecting care by night,
His guardian hand by day.

2 Call, while he may be found,

And seek him while he's near;
Serve him with all thy heart and mind,
And worship him with fear.

3 If thou wilt seek his face,

His ear will hear thy cry;
Then shalt thou find his mercy sure,
His grace forever nigh.

4 But if thou leave thy God,

Nor choose the path to heav'n;
Then shalt thou perish in thy sins,
And never be forgiv'n.


1 COME, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die;

What are our best delights on earth,
Compar'd with those on high!

2 Our pleasures here will soon be past—

Our brightest joys decay;
But pleasures there for ever last,
And cannot fade away.

3 Here sins and sorrows we deplore,

With many cares distrest,
But there the mourners weep no more,
And there the weary rest.

4 Our dearest friends, when death shall call,

At once must hence depart;
But there we hope to meet them all,
And never, never part.

5 Then let us love and serve the Lord,

With all our youthful pow'rs;
And we shall gain this great reward,
This glory shall be ours.

110 HYMN. CM.

1 RELIGION is the chief concern

Of mortals here below;
May I its great importance learn,
Its sov'reign virtue know!

2 Religion should our thoughts engage,

Amidst our youthful bloom; 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb.

111 HYMN. L. M.

1 YE lovely bands of blooming youth, Warn'd by the voice of heav'nly truth, Now yield to Christ your youthful prime, With all your talents and your time.

2 Think on your end, nor thoughtless say,
"I'll put far off the evil day;"

Ah! not a moment's in your pow'r,
And death stands ready at the door.

3 Eternity!—how near it rolls!
Count the vast value of your souls!

Beware! and count the awful cost,

What they have gain'd whose souls are lost.

4 Pride, sinful pleasures, lusts and snares, Beset your hearts, your eyes, your ears— Take the alarm—the danger fly! . "Lord! save me," be your earnest cry.


Prayer of a Youth. Ps. cxix. 9.

1 WITH humble heart and tongue,

My God, to thee I pray;
Oh, make me learn, while I am young,
How I may cleanse my way.

2 Make an unguarded youth

The object of thy care;
Help me to choose the way of truth,
And fly from ev'ry snare.

3 My heart, to folly prone,

Renew by pow'r divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,
And make me wholly thine.

4 Oh, let thy word of grace

My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this, through all my foll'wing days,
My treasure and my joy.

5 To what thy laws impart,

Be my whole soul inclin'd;
Oh, let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.

6 May thy young servant learn,

By these to cleanse his way;
And may I here the path discern
That leads to endless day.

113 HYMN. L. M.

1 HOW soft the words my Saviour speaks!

How kind the promises he makes!
A bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor will he quench the smoking flax.

2 The humble poor he won't despise,

Nor on the contrite sinner frown;

His ear is open to their cries,

He quickly sends salvation down.

3 When piety, in early minds,

Like tender buds begin to shoot, He guards the plants from threal'ning winds, And ripens blossoms into fruit.

4 With humble souls he bears a part

In all the sorrows they endure; Tender and gracious is his heart, His promise is for ever sure.

5 He sees the struggles that prevail

Between the pow'rs of grace and sin,
He kindly listens while they tell
The bitter pangs they feel within.

6 Though press'd with fears on ev'ry side,

They know not how the strife may end; Yet he will soon the cause decide, And judgment unto vict'ry send.


114: HYMN. C M.

1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes still'd;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,

In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in pray'r.

5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r, My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath'ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.

.- -g w HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's.

XXO God the Pilgrim's Guide.

1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand:

Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open, Lord, the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:

Strong Deliv'rer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.

"11« HYMN. L. M.

M. J.O Crucifixion to the World.

1 WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the wide realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

||w HYMN C M.

M.M. i Holy Fortitude.

1 AM I a soldier of the cross;

A follower of the Lamb;
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Shall I be carried to the skies,

On flow'ry beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vain world a friend to grace,
To help us on to God?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;

Increase my courage, Lord, To bear the cross, endure the shame, Supported by thy word.

5 The saints, in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, tho' they die;

They see the triumph from afar,

With faith's discerning eye.


1 SALVATION! O, the joyful sound!

'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov'reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heav'nly day.


Salvation welcomed.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky-
Conspire lo raise the sound.

11 <k HYMN. L. M.

1X«.P A Broken and a Contrite Heart.

1 SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 O wash my soul from every sin,

And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

3 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.


JL^"" Repentance at the Cross.

1 'TWAS for my sins, my dearest Lord

Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life For thee, my soul, for thee.

2 O, how I hate those sins of mine

That shed the Saviour's blood;
That pierc'd and nail'd his sacred flesh
Fast to the fatal wood.

3 Whilst with a melting broken heart

My murder'd Lord I view,

I here renounce my darling sins,

And slay the murd'rers too.


JL^iJL Sufferings and Death.

1 STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies; Hark! his expiring groans arise:

See from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide.

2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!

3 Can I survey this scene of wo,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love, or pain?

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart!
'Till all its pow'rs and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.


1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy!

Sounds aloud from Calvary;
See, it rends the rocks asunder—
Shakes the earth and veils the sky!

"It is finish'd!"—
Hear the Saviour—dying—cry.

2 It is finish'd!—Oh, what pleasure

Do these precious words afford!
Heav'nly blessings without measure,
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord:

It isfinish'd!—
Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finish'd—all the types and shadows

Of the ceremonial law;
Finish'd—all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe:

It is finish'd!—
Saints, from hence your comforts draw.

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,—

Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heav'n,
Join to praise Immanuel's name:

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!


Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,—
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

2 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

3 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live

At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

4 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,— Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.

Parting with carnal joys.


1 I SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.

2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair;
And whilst I listen'd to your song,

Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss;

That drew me from those treach rous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realms above,

I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes;
Oh, for the pinions of a dove,
To bear me to the upper skies.

125 HYMN. 7*s.

1 JESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll,

"While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide,

Oh, receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none,

Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee: Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,

Lest I basely shrink and flee: Thou art all my trust and aid,

All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head •

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

Boundless love in thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness, Vile and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee: Reign, O Lord, within my heart,

Reign to all eternity.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n thy native place.

Sun, and moon, and stars decay—
Time shall soon this earth remove,

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course: Fires ascending seek the sun,

Both speed them to their source; So a soul that's born of God,

Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

3 Fly me riches, fly me cares,

While I that coast explore;
Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares

Solicit me no more.
Pilgrims fix not here their home,

Strangers tarry but a night;
When the last dear morn is come,

They'll rise to joyful light.

4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,

Triumphant in the skies:
There we'll join the heav'nly train,

Welcom'd to partake the bliss;
Fly from sorrow and from pain,

To realms of endless peace.

127 HYMN. 8,7,4.

1 YES! we trust the day is breaking;

Joyful times are near at. hand:
God, the mighty God, is speaking
By his word in ev'ry land:

When he chooses,
Darkness flies at his command.

2 Let us hail the joyful season;

Let us hail the dawning ray:
When the Lord appears, there's reason
To expect a glorious day:

At his presence
Gloom and darkness flee away.

3 While the foe becomes more daring;

While he enters like a flood;
God, the Saviour, is preparing
Means to spread his truth abroad;

Ev'ry language
Soon shall tell the love of God.

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,

Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious,

Through the world in ev'ry land;

And the idols
Perish, Lord, at thy command.


Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.

1 O FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heav'nly frame,

And light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul refreshing view Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!

How sweet their mem'ry still! But now I find an aching void, The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

129 HYMN. CM.

1 How vain are all things here below!

How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure has its poison too, And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky

Give but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God.

4 The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense I Thither the warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour! let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good.


|»/| HYMN. CM.

M.iX\j Revelation welcomed.

1 HAIL, sacred truth! whose piercing rays

Dispel the shades of night;

Diffusing o'er the mental world,

The healing beams of light.

2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid,

Restores our wandering feet; Converts the sorrows of the mind To joys divinely sweet.

3 Oh! send thy light and truth abroad,

In all their radiant blaze;
And bid th' admiring world adore
The glories of thy grace.

| oj HYMN. L. M.

M.*3M. Divine Authority of the Bible.

1 'TWAS by an order from the Lord,
The ancient prophets spoke his word;
His Spirit did their tongues inspire,
And warm their hearts with heav'nly fire.

2 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book;

There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his name who died for me.

3 Let the false raptures of the mind
Be lost and vanish in the wind:
Here I can fix my hope secure;
This is thy word—and must endure.

132 HYMN. C P. M.

1 HOW precious, Lord, thy sacred word!
What light and joy those leaves afford

To souls in deep distress!
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids our feet to stray,

Thy promise leads to rest.

2 Thy threat'nings wake our slumb'ring eyes, And warn us where our danger lies;

But 'tis thy gospel, Lord,
That makes the guilty conscience clean,
Converts the soul, and conquers sin,

And gives a free reward.

133 HYMN. C M.

1 OPPRESS'D with guilt, and full of fears,

I come to thee, my Lord; While not a ray of hope appears, But in thy holy word.

2 The volume of my Father's grace

Does all my grief dispel;
Here I behold my Saviour's face,
And learn to do his will.

3 Here living water freely flows,

To cleanse me from my sin;
2d 2

'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows,

Nor danger dwells therein. 4 O! may thy counsels, mighty God,

My roving feet command; Nor I forsake the happy road,

That leads to thy right hand.

134: HYMN. S. M.

1 BEHOLD the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word!

And all thy judgments justl Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions given!
O! may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

135 HYMN. C. M.

1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts,

And guard their lives from sin?
Thy word the choicest rules imparts,
To keep the conscience clean.

2 'Tis like the sun—a heavenly light,

That guides us all the day;
And, through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

3 Thy precepts make me truly wise;

I hate the sinner's road;
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise,
But love thy law, my God.

4 Thy word is everlasting truth,

How pure is every page!—

That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.



1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish,

O'er the grave of those you love; Pain, and death, and night, and anguish, Enter not the world above.

2 While our silent steps are straying,

Lonely, through night's deep'ning shade, Glory's brightest beams are playing Round th' immortal spirit's head.

3 Light and peace at once deriving

From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never—never die.

4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,

Sickness there, no more can come; There no fear of wo, intruding,

Sheds o'er heav'n a moment's gloom.

5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish

O'er the grave.of those you love;

Far remov'd from pain and anguish,

They are chanting hymns above.

Death of the Righteous.


1 HOW bless'd the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest,

How mildly beam the closing eyes,
How gently heaves th' expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away,

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er,
So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys;

Nothing disturbs that peace profound Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,

Where lights and shades alternate dwell;

How bright th' unchanging morn appears,
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell.

11« HYMN. C M.

Itf9 Dying in the Lord.

1 HEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims,

For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping beds.

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;

How kind their slumbers are!
From suff'rings, and from sins releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,

They're present with the Lord; The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward.

-g nq HYMN. C M.

1*3 *3 Mourning with Hope.

1 THAT once lov'd form now cold and dead,

Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, And wither'd all her joys.

2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time;

When what we now deplore,

Shall rise in full immortal prime,

And bloom to fade no more.

3 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears,

Religion points on high;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.

"I Aft HYMN. C M.

-1.4m:" Prayer for Support in Death.

1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life,

My trembling soul shall stand,

And wait to pass death's awful flood,

Great God, at thy command;—

Thou Source of life and joy supreme,

Whose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds

The entrance to the grave! Lay thy supporting, gentle hand

Beneath my sinking head, And let a beam of life divine

Illume my dying bed.

The Grave. Job iii. 17.

1 THE grave is now a favour'd spot—

To saints who sleep, in Jesus bless'd;
For there the wicked trouble not,
And there the weary are at rest.

2 At rest in Jesus' faithful arms;

At rest as in a peaceful bed: Secure from all the dreadful storms, Which round this sinful world are spread.

3 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before

To that inheritance divine!
They labour, sorrow, sigh no more,
But bright in endless glory shine.

4 Then let our mournful tears be dry,

Or in a gentle measure flow; We hail them happy in the sky, And joyful .wait our call to go.


1 HOW blest is our brother, bereft

Of all that could burden his mind; How easy the soul that has left

This wearisome body behind! Of evil incapable thou,

Whose relics with envy I see, No longer in misery now,

No longer a sinner like me.

2 This earth is affected no more

With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war in the members is o'er,
And never s*hall vex him again:

No anger henceforward, or shame,
Shall redden his innocent clay;

Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanish'd away.

3 The lids he so seldom could close,

By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep; These fountains can yield no supplies—

These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes,

And evil they never shall see.

4 To mourn and to suffer is mine,

While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine,

And press to the issues of death. What now with my tears I bedew,

Oh, shall I not shortly become! My spirit created anew,

Ere I am consign'd to the tomb!


1 'TIS finish'd! the conflict is past,

The heav'n-born spirit is fled;

Her wish is accomplish'd at last,

And now she's entomb'd with the dead.

The months of affliction are o'er,
The days and the nights of distress;

We see her in anguish no more-
She's gained her happy release.

2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain,

Shall ever disquiet her now; For death to her spirit was gain,

Since Christ was her life when below.
Her soul has now taken its flight

To mansions of glory above,
To mingle with angels of light,

And dwell in the kingdom of love.

3 The victory now is obtain'd;

She's gone her dear Saviour to see;

Her wishes she fully has gain'd—
She's now where she longed to be.

Then let us forbear to complain,

That she has now gone from our sight;

We soon shall behold her again,
With new and redoubled delight.


Armr** Death of a Young Person.

1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away

By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,

Oh, may this truth, imprest
With awful pow'r—"I too must die"—
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

3 The voice of this alarming scene

May ev'ry heart obey;
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose pow'rful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave.


Mjmxm Death and Burial of Christians.

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends,

Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,

To heav'n's desired abode?— Why should we wish the hours more slow, Which keep us from our God?

3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb?
'Twas there the Saviour's body lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he blest,

And soften'd every bed:

Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,

And show'd our feet the way: Up to the Lord his saints shall fly At the great rising day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground! Ye saints! ascend the skies.

1 « f* HYMN. L. M.

1.41:0 The peaceful Death of the Righteous.

1 SWEET is the scene when Christians die,

When holy souls retire to rest: How mildly beams the closing eye!

How gently heaves th' expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow,

Fann'd by some guardian angel's wing: O grave! where is thy victory now? . And where, O death, where is thy sting?

14.7 HYMN. S.M.

1 O FOR the death of those

Who slumber in the Lord!

O be like theirs my last repose,

Like theirs my last reward.

2 Their bodies, in the ground,

In silent hope may lie,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound
Shall call them to the sky.

3 Their ransom'd spirits soar

On wings of faith and love,

To meet the Saviour they adore,

And reign with him above.

4 With us their names shall live

Through long succeeding years,

Embalm'd with all our hearts can give,

Our praises and our tears.
O for the death of those

Who slumber in the Lord!
O be like theirs my last repose,

Like theirs my last reward.


-gmo HYMN. CM.

Xtw Time short and misspent.

1 HOW short and hasty is our life!

How vast our soul's affairs!
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years.

2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,

Without a moment's stay; Just like a story, or a song, We pass our lives away.

3 God from on high invites us home,

But we march heedless on, And, ever hastening to the tomb, Stoop downward as we run.

4 How we deserve the deepest hell,

That slight the joys above! What chains of vengeance should we feel, That break such cords of love!

5 Draw us, O God, with sov'reign grace,

And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh.

14:9 HYMN. CM.

1 THE time is short!—sinners, beware,

Nor trifle time away:
The word of great salvation hear,
While yet 'tis called to-day.

2 The time is short!—O sinners, now,

To Christ the Lord submit;

To mercy's golden sceptre bow,
And fall at Jesus' feet.

3 The time is short!—ye saints, rejoice—

The Lord will quickly come: Soon shall you hear the Saviour's voice, To call you to your home.

4 The time is short!—it swiftly flies—

The hour is just at hand, When we shall mount above the skies, And reach the wished-for land.

5 The time is short!—the moment near,

When we shall dwell above; And be forever happy there, With Jesus, -whom we love.

-twn HYMN. CM.

JxHJ Time the Period to prepare for Etermty.

1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name!

And humbly own to thee
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!

2 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do—where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.

3 Great God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal state of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!

4 Eternal joy—or endless wo

Attends on every breath!
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

5 Awake, O Lord, our drowsy sense,

To walk this dang'rous road;

And if our souls are hurried hence,

May they be found with God.

151 HYMN. L. M.

1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward;

And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God has given
T' escape from hell, and fly to heaven;
The day of grace—and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 Then, what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

4 There are no acts of pardon pass'd
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

152 HYMN. S. M.

1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,

Lodg'd in thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.

2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away;
O make thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

3 Since on this fleeting hour

Eternity is hung,
Awake, by thine almighty pow'r;
The aged and the young.

4 One thing demands our care;

O! be that still pursu'd!
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'd.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beams should die In sudden endless night.

153 HYMN. CM.

1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God, With rays of mercy shine:

O let thy favour crown our days,
And all their round be thine.

2 With thee let every week begin;

With thee each day be spent;
To thee each fleeting hour be given,
Since each by thee is lent.

3 Thus cheer us through this desert road,

Till all our labours cease;—
Till heav'n refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

| mm HYMN. L. M.

J.«Jrt Eternity anticipated.

1 ETERNITY is just at hand,
And shall I waste my ebbing sand?
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?

2 Eternity!—tremendous sound!—
To guilty souls a dreadful wound!
But O! if Christ and heav'n be mine,
How sweet the accents!—how divine!

3 Be this my chief, my only care—

My high pursuit—my ardent pray'r—
An interest in the Saviour's blood,
My pardon seal'd, and peace with God.

4 But should my brightest hopes be vain;
The rising doubts how sharp their pain!
My fears, O gracious God, remove,
Confirm my title to thy love.

5 Search, Lord—O search my inmost heart, And light, and hope, and joy impart; From guilt and error set me free,

And guide me safe to heav'n and thee.



Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection.

1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay;


I yield my body to the dust,
To dwell with fellow clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,

And trample on the tombs;
My great Redeemer ever lives,
My God, my Saviour, comes.

3 The mighty Conqu'ror shall appear,

High on a royal seat;
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Then shall I see thy lovely face

With strong, immortal eyes,
And feast upon thine unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.

Hope of the Resurrection.

1 AND must this body die?

This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2 God, my Redeemer, lives,

And frequent from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise.

3 Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine, And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face Look heav'nly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe

To Jesus' dying love—
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

5 Accept, O Lord, the praise

Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.

1ST HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's.

1 LO! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain!

Thousand, thousand saints, attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:

Jesus comes—and comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him,

Robed in dreadful majesty!
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see!

3 When the solemn trump has sounded,

Heav'n and earth shall flee away;

All who hate him must, confounded,

Hear the summons of that day—

"Come to judgment!—
Come to judgment!—come away."

4 Yea, amen!—let all adore thee,

High on thine eternal throne! Saviour, take the pow'r and glory: Make thy righteous sentence known!

O come quickly—
Claim the kingdom for thine own!

HARK!—that shout of rapt'rous joy,

Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes!—and through the sky,

Angels tell their joy aloud.
Hark!—the trumpet's awful voice

Sounds abroad through sea and land;
Let his people now rejoice!

Their redemption is at hand.

See! the Lord appears in view;

Heav'n and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you—

Rise to meet him in the sky.
Go, and dwell with him above,

Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love!

Ever blessing, ever blest.

159 HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4'a.

1 DAY of judgment—day of wonders!

Hark!—the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round!

How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing,

Cloth'd in majesty divine!
You who long for his appearing,

Then shall say, " This God is mine!"

Gracious Saviour,
Own me in that day for thine!

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee:

Careless sinner,
What will then become of thee?

4 But to those who have confessed,

Loved and served the Lord below,
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow:

You forever
Shall my love and glory know.'.'

Banishment from God intolerable.


1 That awful day will surely come,

Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys—

Thou Sov'reign of my heart—
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the word—" Depart."

3 O! wretched state of deep despair,

To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love.

4 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.


tft HYMN. S. M.

J.D1 Rest in Heaven.

1 OH, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul!
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or search from pole to pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasur'd by the flight of years—
And all that life is love.


MXtjm The Peace and Repose of Heaven.

1 THERE is an hour of hallow'd peace

For those with cares opprest,
Where sighs and sorr'wing tears shall cease,

And all be hush'd to rest:
'Tis then the soul is freed from fears

And doubts which here annoy;
Then they that oft had sown in tears,

Shall reap again in joy.

2 There is a home of sweet repose,

Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows

On that celestial shore:
There purity with love appears,

And bliss without alloy;
There they that oft had sown in tears,

Shall reap again in joy.

|nn HYMN. L. M.

XOtJ The Worship of Heaven.

1 O FOR a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,

From the bright realms of er.dless day,
The blissful realms, where 's reigns.

2 There, low before his gloried., throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall;

And with delightful worship own,

His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all.

3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,

And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all th' assemblies of the skies.

4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture, while they gaze:
Ten thousand, thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.

5 There all the foll'wers of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heav'nly choirs
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire!

6 Dear Saviour, let thy spirit seal
Our int'rest in that blissful place;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.

-gf*M HYMN. 8's and 6's.

JLOrl: The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven.

1 HEAV'N is the land where troubles cease,

Where toils and tears are o'er; The blissful clime of rest and peace,

Where cares distract no more, And not the shadow of distress Dims its unsullied blessedness.

2 Heav'n is the place where Jesus lives,

To plead his dying blood;
While to his pray'rs, his Father gives

An unknown multitude,
Whose harps and tongues, through endless days,
Shall crown his head with songs of praise.

3 Heav'n is the dwelling place of joy, The home of light and love, Where faith and hope in rapture die,

And ransom'd souls above Enjoy, before th' eternal throne, Bliss everlasting and unknown.

16t9 HYMN. CM.

1 WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurl'd,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heav'n, my all:—

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heav'nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

160 HYMN. CM.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never with'ring flow'rs;

Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heav'nly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea;

And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O! could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes!—

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

% AT HYMN. 8's and 6's.

ID m The Peace and Rest of Heaven.

1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,

To mourning wand'rers giv'n; 'There is a joy for souls distress'd, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast— 'Tis found above—in heav'n.

2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driv'n,
When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but heav'n.

3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,

To brighter prospects giv'n; And views the tempest passing by, The ev'ning shadows quickly fly,

And all serene in heav'n!

4 There, fragrant flow'rs immortal, bloom,

And joys supreme are giv'n:
There, rays divine disperse the gloom;—
Beyond the confines of the tomb,

Appears the dawn of heav'n!

168 HYMN. C. M.

1 JERUSALEM! my happy home!

Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

O, when, thou city of my God,

Shall I thy courts ascend;
Where congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths have no end?
There happier bow'rs than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes,

I onward press to you.

Why should I shrink at pain and wo?

Or feel at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.
Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,

Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,

Will join the glorious band.

Jerusalem! my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labours have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.