4 Freely from me ye have receiv’d, “ By all the works that I have done, Freely, in love, to others give;

“'And all the wonders ye shall do. Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd, 3 - Go heal the sick, go raise the dead, And, by your labours, sinners live.

“ Go cast out devils in my name;

“ Nor let my Prophets be afraid, HYMN XXVII.

“Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blasThe same Commission, from St. Mark xvi. 15,4 « While thus ye follow my commands,

pheme. &c. and from St. Matth. xxviii. 18,&c.

“ I'm with you till the world shall end; O preach my Gospel,” saith the Lord, “ all power is trusted in my hands ;

“I can destroy, and can defend." “ Explain to them my sacred Word, 5 He spake, and light shone round his head; “ Bid them believe, obey, and live!

On a bright cloud to heaven he rode! 2 “ I'll make my great commission known, They to the farthest nations spread

“And ye shall prove my Gospel true, The grace of their ascended God,

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ADDITIONAL HYMNS,

SET FORTH IN
GENERAL CONVENTION, 1808.
HYMN XXVIII.

4 How blessed are our eyes
ADVENT

That see this heavenly light! The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke iv. Prophets and kings desir'd it longs

But died without the sight. 18, 19.

5 The watchmen join their voice,
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CARK the glad sound, the Saviour comes,

And tuneful notes employ,
The Saviour promis'd long!

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And deserts learn the joy. And every voice a song.

6 The Lord makes bare his arm 2 On him the spirit, largely pour'd, Exerts his sacred fire;

Through all the earth abroad!

Let every nation now behold Wisdom and might, and zeal and love

Their Saviour and their God. His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes, the prisoners to release,

HYMN XXX. In satan's bondage held,

Christ dying, rising, and reigning. The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! 4 He comes, from thïckest films of vice A solemn darkness veils the skies! To clear the mental ray;

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! And on the eyes oppress'd with night, 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two To pour celestial day.

For him who groan'd beneath your load; 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, He shed a thousand drops for you, The bleeding soul to cure,

A thousand drops of richer blood! And with the treasures of his grace,

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; T'' enrich the humble poor.

The Lord of glory dies for men! 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, But lo! what sudden joys we see! Thy welcome shall proclaim;

Jesus the dead revives again! And heaven's eternal arches ring

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! With thy beloved name.

Up to his Father's court he flies ;
HYMN XXIX.

Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies!
EPIPHANY.
The Blessedness of Gospel Times; or,

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5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell Revelation of Christ to Jews and Gentiles. How high our great Deliverer reigns ; Isa. v. 2, 7-10. Matt. xii. 16, 17.

Sing how he spoild the hosts of hell, OW beauteous are their feet

And led the tyrant death in chains!

6 Say, “Live for ever, glorious King, Who bring salvation on their tongues,

“ Born to redeem, instruct and save!"

Then ask—“O death, where is thy sting? And words of peace

reveal! 2 How charming is their voice!

“ And where thy victory, O grave!” How sweet their tidings are !

HYMN XXXI. “ Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,

ASCENSION. “ He reigns and triumphs here."

Christ's Ascension Psalm xxiv. 7. 3 How happy are our ears That hear this joyful sound,

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2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And shall a pardon'd rebel live And angels chaunt the solemn lay ;

To speak thy wondrous love? “ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, " Ye everlasting doors give way.

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How glorious, how divine! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, That cap to life and bliss restore And widè unfold the radiant scene;

So vile a heart as mine. He claims those mansions as his right, 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Receive the King of Glory in.

Dear Saviour, I adore; " Who is the King of Glory, who ?” O keep me at thy sacred feet, The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,

And let me rove no more. The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew,

HYMN XXXIV. And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo! his triumpbant chariot waits,

PENITENTIAL. And angels chaunt the solemn lay,

The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2 “ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! “ Ye everlasting doors give way

COW long, thou faithful God, shall I 6 “ Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possest,

When shall the means of healing be The King of saints and angels too,

The channels of thy grace to me? God over all, for ever blest!

2 Sinners on every side step in,

And wash away their pain and sin;
HYMN XXXII.

But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,
PENITENTIAL.

Still lie expiring at the pool.
The Penitent's Supplication.

3 Thou cov’nant-angels, swift come down,
Today, thine own appointments crown;

Thy power into the means infuse, Though all my crimes before thee lie, And give them now their sacred use. Behold them not with angry look,

4 Thou seest me lying at the pool, But blot their mem’ry from thy book. I would, thou know'st I would be whole; 2 Create my nature pure within,

O let the troubled waters move, And form my soul averse to sin:

And minister thy healing love. Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

HYMN XXXV. Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,

PENITENTIAL.
Cast out and banish'd from the sight:

That my load of sin were gone!
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

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"Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine,

HYMN XXXIX.
To form the heart anew.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recal,

Heavenly Joy on Earth.
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall

OME, we that love the Lord,
From reason's darken'd eyes.
5 To chase the shades of death away, Join in a song with sweet accord,
And bid the sinner live!

And thus surround the throne.
A beam of heaven, a vital ray

2 The sorrows of the mind "Tis thine alone to give.

Be banish'd from this place; 6 () change these wretched hearts of ours, Religion never was design'd And give them life divine !

To make our pleasures less. Then shall our passions and our powers, 3 Let those refuse to sing Almighty Lord, be thine.

That never knew our God,

But fav’rites of the heavenly King
HYMN XXXVII.

May speak their joys abroad.

4 The God that rules on high, Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41. And thunders when he please,

That rides upon the stormy sky,
LAS, what hourly dangers rise !

And manages the seas:
What snares beset my way!

5 This awfal God is ours, To heaven, 0 let me lift my eyes,

Our Father and our love; And hourly watch and pray.

He shall send down his heavenly powers 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, To carry us above. And melt in flowing tears!

6 There shall we see his face, My weak resistance, ah, how vain!

And never, never sin; How strong ray foes and fears!

There from the rivers of his grace 3 O gracious God, in whom I live,

Drink endless pleasures in. My feeble efforts aid;

7 Yes, and before we rise Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, To that immortal state, Though trembling and afraid.

The thoughts of such amazing bliss 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,

Should constant joys create. When foes and fears prevail;

8 The men of grace have found And bear my fainting spirit up,

Glory begun below: Or soon my strength will fail.

Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,

From faith and hope may grow. Or lure my feet aside,

9 The hill of Sion yields My God, thy powerful aid impart,

A thousand sacred sweets, My guardian and my guide.

Before we reach the heavenly fields, 6 o keep me in thy heavenly way,

Or walk the golden streets. And bid the tempter flee;

10 Then let our songs abound, And let me never, never stray

And every tear be dry; From happiness and thee.

We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.
HYMN XXXVIII.

HYMN XL.
The Joys of Heaven.

Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18.

OW long shall earth's alluring tog's
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart

Regardless of immortal joys,
Their influence to our song:

And strangers to the skies? 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, And discord there shall cease;

They fade upon the sight; And perfect joy, and love sincere,

And quickly will their brightest day Adorn the realms of peace.

Be lost in endless night. 3 The soul from sin for ever free,

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain! Shall mourn its power no more;

With conscious sighs we own; But, clothed in spotless purity,

While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, Relleeming love adore.

O'ershade the smiling noon. 4 There on a throne (how dazzling bright!) 4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly Tl exalted Saviour shines;

Above these gloomy shades, And beams ineffable delight

To those bright worlds beyond the sky, On all the heavenly minds.

Which sorrow ne'er invades! 5 There shall the followers of the Lamb 5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, Join in immortal songs;

Or reason's feeble ray, And endless honours to his name

In ever blooming prospect rise, Employ their tuneful tongues.'

Unconscious of decay. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, 6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, Our feeble notes inspire;

To guide our upward aim ! Till in thy blissful courts above,

With one reviving touch of thiue We join th' angelic choir.

Our languid hearts inflame.

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7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, Our ardent wishes rise

'Tis here our hope relies; To those bright scenes, where pleasures A safe defence, a peaceful home, spring

When storms of trouble rise. Immortal in the skies.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

The souls who trust in thee;
HYMN XLI.

Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
The Christian's Confidence.

With bliss divinely free.
HEN I can read my title clear 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,
To mansions in the skies,

What honours shall we raise? l'll bid farewell to every fear,

Not all th' angelio songs above And wipe my weeping eyes.

Can render equal praise. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,

HYMN XLIV.
And fiery darts be hursd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

Morning Hymn.
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

Thy daily course of duty run; Let storms of sorrow fall;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise So I but safely reach my home,

To pay thy morning sacrifice. My God, my heaven, my all:

2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past ; * There I shall bathe my weary soul

Live this day, as if 'twere thy last : In seas of heavenly rest,

T'improve thy talents take due care; And not a wave of trouble roll

'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. Across my peaceful breast.

3 Let all thy converse be sincere,

Tby conscience as the noon-day clear:
HYMN XLII.

Think how th' all-seeing God, thy ways

And all thy seeret thoughts, surveys.
INVITING.

4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. ix. And with the angels bear thy part; 46, 10.

Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to thee, eternal King.

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir;
The time t ensure the great reward;

May your devotion me inspire; And while the lamp holds out to burn, That I like you my age may spend, The vilest sinner may return.

Like you may on my God attend. 2 Life is the hour that God hath given

6 May I like you in God delight, To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven;

Have all day long my God in sight; The day of grace, and mortals may

Perform like you my Maker's will: Secure the blessings of the day.

0! may I never more do ill. 3 The living know that they must die ;

7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, But all the dead forgotten lie;

And hast refresh'd me while I slept; Their mem'ry and their sense is gone,

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, Alike unknowing and unknown.

I may of endless life partake. 4 Their hatred and their love is lost,

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Their envy bury'd in the dust;

Scatter my sins as morning dew; They have no share in all that's done

Guard my first spring of thought and will, Beneath the circuit of the sun.

And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 Then what my thoughts design to do,

9 Direct, control, suggest this day, My hands, with all your might pursue; All I design, or do, or say ; Since no device nor work is found,

That all my powers, with all their might, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

In thy sole glory may unite. 6. There are no aets of pardon past

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, In the cold grave to which we haste;

Praise him, all creatures here below;
But darkness, death, and long despair, Praise him above, y' angelic host ;
Reigo in eternal silence there.

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN XLIII.

HYMN XLV.
INVITING.

Evening Hymn.
The Goodness of God. Nahum i. 7.

For all the blessings of the light;

Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
With songs of sacred praise,

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Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make, 2 But all the notes which mortals know, To serve my God, when I awake.

Are weak, and languishing, and low ; 5 When in the night I sleepless lie,

Far, far above our humble songs,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply: The theme demands immortal tongues.
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

3 Yet whilst around his board we meet, No powers of darkness me molest.

And worship at his sacred feet; 6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep, O let our warm affections move, Close to my bed his vigils keep ;

Io glad returns of grateful love. Divine love into me instil,

4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore, Stop all the avenues of ill.

But long to know and love thee more; 7 Thought to thought with my soul converse, And whilst we taste the bread and wine, Celestial joys to me rehearse;

Desire to feed on joys divine. And in my stead, all the night long,

5 Let faith our feeble senses aid, Sing to my God a grateful song,

To see thy wondrous love display'd ;
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Praise him, all creatures here below; Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
Praise him above, y'angelic host;

6 Let humble penitential woe,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
HYMN XLVI.

And thy forgiving love impart

Life, hope and joy to every heart.
Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

HYMN XLIX.

The Lord's Day. Know that the Lord is God alone;

TELCOME, sweet day of rest, Ile can create, and he destroy.

That saw the Lord arise; 2 TIis sov'reign power, without our aid, Welcome to this reviving breast, Made us of clay, and form’d us men;

Aud these rejoicing eyes.
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, 2 The King himself comes near
He brought us to his folii again.

To feast his saints to-day ; 3 We are his people, we his care,

Here we may sit, and see him here, Our souls, and all our mortal frame;

And love, and praise, and pray. What lasting hmours shall we rear,

3 One day amidst the place Almighty Maker, to thy name?

Where Jesus is within,
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, is better than ten thousand days
High as the heaven our voices raise;

Of pleasure and of sin.
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 4 My willing soul would stay
Shall 6ll thy courts with sounding praise. In such a frame as this,
5 Wide as the world is thy command, Till it is call'd to soar away
Vast as eternity thy love;

To everlasting bliss.
Firin as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN L.
HYMN XLVII.

Preparations for religious Worship.
Praise to the Redeemer.

AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, O our Redeemer's glorious name

Let my religious hours alone;
Awake the sacred song!

From flesh and sense I would be free,
O may his love (immortal flame!)

And hold communion, Lord, with thee. Tune every heart and tongue.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?

And kindles with a pure desire, What mortal tongue display?

To see thy grace, to taste thy love, Imagination's utmost stretch

And feel thine influence from above. In wonder dies away.

3 When I can say that God is mine, 3 He left his radiant throne on high,

When I can see thy glories shine, Left the bright realms of bliss,

I tread the world beneath my feet, And came to earth to bleed and die!

And all that men call rich and great. Was ever love like this?

4. Send comfort down from thy right hand, 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay

To cheer me in this barren land; Our humble thanks to thee;

And in thy temple let me know May every heart with rapture say,

The joys that from thy presence flow. « The Saviour dy'd for me."

HYMN LI. 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and toogue;

Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beauty, Till strangers love thy charming name,

Isaiah xxxiii. 17.
And join the sacred song.
HYMN XLVIII.

In sweet assemblage join,
Communion with Christ.

All nature's charms would droop and die,

Jesus, compar'd with thine..
NO Jesus, our exalted Lord,

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