p 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled, -And yet thou lengthen'st out my thread, e 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, o Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night. HYMN 7. C. M. Hymn 2d. Wantage. [b] An Evening Song. e1 D Like holy incense rise; READ Sovereign, let my evening song, Assist the offerings of my tongue, To reach the lofty skies. -2 Through all the dangers of the day, o 3 Perpetual blessings from above e But O how few returns of love d 4 What have I done for Him, who died e 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, -And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renewed by thee. 6 (Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blooɑ, I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast.) HYMN 8. C. M. St. Martin's. Sunday. [*] A Hymn for Morning or Evening. 1H To God's upholding hand; OSANNA, with a cheerful sound, Ten thousand snares attend us round e 2 That was a most amazing power, -And every day, and every hour, We lean upon the Lord. e 3 The evening rests our weary head, -We wake, and we admire the bed, e 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin, o 6 God is our sun, whose daily light HYMN 9. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor. [*] And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head, 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,— 3 Was it for crimes-that I had done- a Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! e 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin. e 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face— -6 But drops of tears can ne'er repay o Here, Lord, I give myself away "Tis all that I can do. HYMN 10. C. M. Dorset. Canterbury. [*] 'M'And bids the world farewell; Base as the dirt beneath my feet, 2 No longer will I ask your love, o 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth, o To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire: o 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood, Still springing from the throne of God, g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, o 6 Had the pinions of a dove, I'd climb the heavenly road; There sits my Saviour dressed in love, HYMN 11. L. M. Munich. Carthage. [b] The same. 1 SEND the joys of earth away; -False as the smooth deceitful sea, o 4 Now, to the shining realms above, To bear me to the upper skies! g 5 There, from the bosom of my God, HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] o So fly the shadows and the stars, Before the rising dawn. b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs," Would all be burnt in vain. -3 Aaron must lay his robes away, His mitre and his vest, e When God himself comes down to be The offering and the priest. 4 He took our mortal flesh, to show The wonders of his love; e For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above. 5 Father, he cries, forgive their sins, For I myself have died; d And then-he shows his opened veins,And pleads his wounded side. HYMN 13. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*] The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, and Restoration of this World. 1 ING to the Lord, who built the skies, Let all the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his name. 2 He formed the seas, and formed the hills, 3 Now from his high, imperial throne, o He bids the shining orbs roll on, o Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast→→ g 5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies, o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes; HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*] 1 WE WELCOME-sweet day of rest- Welcome to this reviving breast, 2 The King himself comes near, Where my dear God hath been, 4 My willing soul would stay o And sit and sing herself away HYMN 15. L. M. Sicilian. Gloucester. [*] Enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in Worship. 1FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone : Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, |