Bethesda's bath refused to save,
Unless an angel bless'd the wave.
3 All medicines act by thy decree,
Receive commission all from thee:
And not a plant which spreads the plains,
But teems with health, when heaven ordains.
4 Clay and Siloam's † pool, we find,
At heaven's command restored the blind;
And Jordan'st waters hence were seen
To wash a Syrian leper clean.

5 But grant me nobler favours still,
Grant me to know and do thy will;
Purge my foul soul from every stain,
And save me from eternal pain.

6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue?
My crimes, my crimes arise in view,
Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer,
And pour the horrors of despair.

7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs,
My tortured breast, my streaming eyes;
To me thy boundless love extend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend.

8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead,
Had not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed;
His blood procures for human race
Admittance to the throne of grace.
9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart,
And conscious guilt corrodes the heart,
His blood is all-sufficient found
To draw the shaft and heal the wound.
10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin?
What venom gives such pain within ?
Thou great Physician of the soul,
Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole.
11 O! if I trust thy sovereign skill,
And bow submissive to thy will,
Sickness and death shall both agree
To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.
HYMN 23.

On Recovery from Sickness.
THEN we are raised from deep distress,
our God deserves our song;

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We take the pattern of our praise from Hezekiah's§ tongue.

2 The gates of the devouring grave are open'd wide in vain,

If he that holds the keys of death
command them fast again.

3 When he but speaks the healing word,
then no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
and fly, as he commands.

4 If half the strings of life should break,
he can our frame restore,

And cast our sins behind his back, and they are found no more.

5 To him I cry'd, "Thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just;

"Thy power can rescue from the grave; "Thy power is all my trust!"

6 He heard, and saved my soul from death, and dry'd my falling tears: Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, through my remaining years.

2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd, to thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, my life didst rescue from the grave. 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, with me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind, and all his faithfulness record. 4 His anger is but short; his love, which is our life, hath certain stay; Grief may continue for a night,

but joy returns with rising day!
5 Then what I vow'd in my distress,
in happier hours I now will give,
And strive, that in my grateful verse
his praises may for ever live.

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the blest and undivided Three,
The one sole Giver of all life,
glory and praise for ever be.
HYMN 25.

Funeral Consolations.

HEAR what the voice from heaven declares

to those in Christ who die!
"Released from all their earthly cares,
"they reign with him on high."

2 Then why lament departed friends,
or shake at death's alarms?
Death's but the servant Jesus sends
to call us to his arms.

3 If sin be pardon'd we're secure,
death hath no sting beside;
The law gave sin its strength and power,
but Christ, our ransom, died!

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
when in the grave he lay;

And, rising thence, their hopes he raised
to everlasting day!

5 Then joyfully, while life we have,
to Christ, our life, we'll sing,
"Where is thy victory, O grave?
" and where, O death, thy sting ""

HYMN 26

Christ's Commission to preach the Gospe.. St. Matt Chapter. X.

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O forth, ye Heralds, in my name, sweetly the Gospel trumpet sound; The glorious Jubilee proclaim,

where'er the human race is found.

2 The joyful news to all impart,
and teach them where salvation lies;
With care bind up the broken heart,
and wipe the tears from weeping eyes.
3 Be wise as serpents where you go,
but harmless as the peaceful dove,
And let your heaven-taught conduct show
that ye're commission'd from above.
4 Freely from me ye have received,
freely, in love, to others give;
Thus shall your doctrines be believed,
and, by your labours, sinners live.
HYMN 27.

The same Commission, from St. Mark xvi. 15, &c. and from St. Matt. xxiii. 18, &c.

Go preach my Gospel," saith the Lord,

"bid the whole earth my grace receive; "Explain to them my sacred Word, "bid them believe, obey, and live.

2" I'll make my great commission known,
"and ye shall prove my Gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,

and all the wonders ye shall do,

HYMN 28. ADVENT.

The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19.
HARK the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
Let every heart prepare a throne,
and every voice a song.

the Saviour promised long!

2 On him the spirit, largely pour'd, exerts his sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love his holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, the prisoners to release, in Satan's bondage held,

The gates of brass before him burst, the iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice to clear the mental ray;

And on the eyes oppress'd with night, to pour celestial day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, the bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace,
to enrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
with thy beloved name,

HYMN 29. EPIPHANY.

A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood!

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree!
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant death in chains!

6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King,
"Born to redeem, instruct and save
Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting!
"And where thy victory, O grave!"

HYMN 31.

ASCENSION.

Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7. UR Lord is risen from the dead,

Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive fed, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

HOW beauteous are their feet

who stand on Zion's hill;

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
and words of peace reveal!
2 How charming is their voice!
how sweet their tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
"he reigns and triumphs here."
3 How happy are our ears

that hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
and sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes
that see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
but died without the sight!
5 The watchmen join their voice,
and tuneful notes employ,
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
and deserts learn the joy.

6 The Lord makes bare his arm through all the earth abroad! Let every nation now behold their Saviour and their God. HYMN 30.

Christ dying, rising, and reigning. HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!

"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in.

4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.
5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
"Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord of boundless power possest,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blest!

HYMN 35.
PENITENTIAL.

THAT my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit,

At Jesus' feet to lay it down!
to lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41. ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!

what snares beset my way!

To heaven, O let me lift my eyes, and hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, and melt in flowing tears!

My weak resistance, ah, how vain! how strong my foes and fears!

3 0 gracious God, in whom I live, my feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
when foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
or soon my strength will fail.

Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
or lure my feet aside,

My God, thy powerful aid impart, my guardian and my guide.

6 O keep me in thy heavenly way, and bid the tempter flee;

And let me never, never stray from happiness and thee.

HYMN 38.

The Joys of Heaven.

| Regardless of immortal joys, and strangers to the skies!

inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart their influence to our song:

2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, and discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere, adorn the realms of peace.

3 The soul from sin for ever free, shall mourn its power no more; But, clothed in spotless purity, redeeming love adore.

4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!) the exalted Saviour shines;

And beams ineffable delight

on all the heavenly minds.

5 There shall the followers of the Lamb join in immortal songs;

And endless honours to his name

employ their tuneful tongues.

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

Till in thy blissful courts above, we join the angelic choir.

HYMN 39.

Heavenly Joy on Earth NOME, we that love the Lord,

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and let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, and thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

be banish'd from this place; Religion never was design'd to make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing

that never knew our God, But favourites of the heavenly King may speak their joys abroad. 4 The God that rules on high,

and thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, and manages the seas:

5 This awful God is ours,

our Father and our love;

He shall send down his heavenly powers to carry us above.

6 There shall we see his face, and never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of his grace drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise

to that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
should constant joys create.
8 The men of grace have found
glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
from faith and hope may grow.

9 The hill of Sion yields

a thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields or walk the golden streets.

10 Then let our songs abound, and every tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground, to fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 40.

Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18.

How long shall earth's alluring toys

detain our heart and eyes,

they fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day
be lost in endless night.

3 Their brightest day, alas! how vain!
with conscious sighs we own;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,
o'ershade the smiling noon.

4 0 could our thoughts and wishes fly
above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky, which sorrow ne'er invades!

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, or reason's feeble ray,

In ever blooming prospects rise,
unconscious of decay.

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
to guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine

our languid hearts inflame.

7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, our ardent wishes rise

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring immortal in the skies.

HYMN 41.

The Christian's Confidence.

WHEN I can read my title clear

to mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage, and fiery darts be burl'd,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

and face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

let storms of sorrow fall;

So I but safely reach my home,

my God, my heaven, my all.

4 There I shall bathe my weary soul in seas of heavenly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 42.

INVITING.

Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. ix. 4-6, 10 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,

The time t'ensure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God hath given
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their memory and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

4 Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy bury'd in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

5 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.
6 There are no acts of pardon past
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.

The Goodness of God. Nahum i. 7.

Ywith songs of sacred praise, For he is good, supremely good, and kind are all his ways.

humble souls, approach your God

2 All nature owns his guardian care,
in him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare

the wonders of his love.

3 He gave his Son, his only Son, to ransom rebel worms;

'Tis here he makes his goodness known in its diviner forms.

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 'tis here our hope relies; A safe defence, a peaceful home, when storms of trouble rise.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
the souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
with bliss divinely free.

6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,'
what honours shall we'raise!
Not all the angelic songs above
can render equal praise.

HYMN 44.

Morning Hymn.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:
To improve thy talents take due care;
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear:
Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to thee, eternal King.

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir
May your devotion me inspire;
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
6 May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will:
O! may I never more do ill.

7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept:

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake.

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first spring of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

9 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.

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN 45.

Evening Hymn.

LORY to thee, my God, this night,

Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy own Almighty wings.

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

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the last day.

14 O may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.

5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Divine love into me instil,

Stop all the avenues of ill.

7 Thought to thought with my soul converse, Celestial joys to me rehearse;

And in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song.

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 46.

Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men ;
And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth,with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
HYMN 47.

Praise to the Redeemer.

TO our Redeemer's glorious name

awake the sacred song!

O may his love (immortal flame!) tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ' what mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch"

in wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high, left the bright realms of bliss,

And came to earth to bleed and die! was ever love like this?"

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay our humble thanks to thee;