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p 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled,
Since the last setting sun;

-And yet thou lengthen'st out my thread,
And yet my moments run.)

e 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light:

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

o 3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;

e But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

d 4 What have I done for Him, who died
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as the minutes roll!

e 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,
To thy dear cross I flee;

-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
And yet secure we stand.

e 2 That was a most amazing power,
That raised us with a word;

-And every day, and every hour,

We lean upon the Lord.

e 3 The evening rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;

-We wake, and we admire the bed,
That was not made our tomb..
4 The rising morning can't assure,
That we shall end the day!
e For death stands ready at the door,
To seize our lives away.

e 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin,
To God's avenging law;
-We own thy grace, immortal King,
In every gasp we draw.

o 6 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night,
Beneath his shady wings.

HYMN 9. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor. [*]
Godly Sorrow from the Sufferings of Christ.
P1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as 1?

2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,—
And bathed in its own blood,
While, all exposed to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood !]

3 Was it for crimes-that I had done-
He groaned upon the tree?—

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—
While his dear cross appears;
d Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness,
And melt, mine eyes, in tears.

-6 But drops of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

o Here, Lord, I give myself away "Tis all that I can do.

HYMN 10. C. M. Dorset. Canterbury. [*]
Parting with Carnal Joys.

'M'And bids the world farewell;
Y soul forsakes her vain delight,

Base as the dirt beneath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.

2 No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve,
Lies not within your power.

o 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth,
That suits my large desire;

o To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire:

o 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refined;

Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.

g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere,
The glorious and the great,
Brings his own all-sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.)

o 6 Had the pinions of a dove,

I'd climb the heavenly road;

There sits my Saviour dressed in love,
And there my siniling God.

HYMN 11. L. M. Munich. Carthage. [b]

The same.

1 SEND the joys of earth away;

-False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
p 2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair;
And whilst I listened to your song,
Your streams had e'en conveyed me there.
-3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warned me of that dark abyss;
That drew me from those treacherous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.

o 4 Now, to the shining realms above,
I stretch my hands and glance my eyes:
u O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

g 5 There, from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*]
Christ is the Substance of the Levitical Priesthood.
1 HE true MESSIAH now appears,
The types are all withdrawn:

o So fly the shadows and the stars,

Before the

rising dawn.

b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,"
Nor kids, nor bullocks slain;
Incense and spice, of costly names,

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,
The Lord, who reared this stately frame:

Let all the nations sound his praise,

And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He formed the seas, and formed the hills,
Made every drop and every dust;
Nature and time, with all their wheels,
And put them into motion first.

3 Now from his high, imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres:

o He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hasty years.
e 4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all his saints are gathered in ;

o Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast→→
To shake it all to dust again!

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5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,

o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes;
o There's a new heaven and earth for you.

HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*]
The Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances.

1

WE

WELCOME-sweet day of rest-
That saw the Lord arise!

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
e Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
b 3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,-

o And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

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;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire ·
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
--3 (The trees of life immortal stand
In beauteous rows at thy right hand;
b And in sweet murmurs, by their side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.ga

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