4 Freely from me ye have receiv'd, Freely, in love, to others give; Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd, And, by your labours, sinners live.

HYMN XXVII.

"By all the works that I have done,
"And all the wonders ye shall do.
3 "Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,
"Go cast out devils in my name;
"Nor let my Prophets be afraid,

"Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme.

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

"G" Bid the whole earth my grace receive; O preach my Gospel," saith the Lord,

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"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,

"I'm with you till the world shall end;
"All power is trusted in my hands;
"I can destroy, and can defend."

5 He spake, and light shone round his head;
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode!
They to the farthest nations spread
The grace of their ascended God,

HYMN XXVIII.

ADVENT.

The Coming and Office of Christ.

18, 19.

Luke iv.

ARK the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long!

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

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,
Tenrich 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 XXIX. EPIPHANY.

The Blessedness of Gospel Times; or, the Revelation of Christ to Jews and Gentiles. Isa. v. 2, 7-10. Matt. xiii. 16, 17.

OW beauteous are their feet

H 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 desir'd 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 XXX.

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Christ dying, rising, and reigning.
E dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
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 XXXI.
ASCENSION.

Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7.

OUR Lord is risen from the dead,

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

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye beavenly 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 chaunt 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 XXXII.

PENITENTIAL.

The Penitent's Supplication.

Thou that heart, when sinners er
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
HYMN XXXIII.

PENITENTIAL.

Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4.

H Has wander'd from the Lord!

[OW oft, alas! this wretched heart

How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calis, "Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come!
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove?

And shall a pardon'd rebel live

To speak thy wondrous love? 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

HYMN XXXIV.

PENITENTIAL.

The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2-4.

H Here in thy ways forgotten lie?

OW long, thou faithful God, shall I

When shall the means of healing be
The channels of thy grace to me?
2 Sinners on every side step in,
And wash away their pain and sin;
But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,
Still lie expiring at the pool.

3 Thou cov'nant-angels, swift come down,
To-day, thine own appointments crown;
Thy power into the means infuse,
And give them now their sacred use.
14 Thou seest me lying at the pool,

I would, thou know'st I would be whole;
O let the troubled waters move,
And minister thy healing love.

HYMN XXXV.
PENITENTIAL.

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

At Jesu's feet to lay it down!

To lay my soul at Jesu's feet!
2 Rest for my soul I long to find:
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, ali stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would; but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away!
HYMN XXXVI.

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The Necessity of renewing Grace.
OW helpless, guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!

The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 The will perverse, the passions blind, In paths of ruin stray :

Reason debas'd can never find

The safe, the narrow way.

3 Can aught beneath a power divine The stubborn will subdue?

"Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine,
To form the heart anew.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recal,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.

5 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live!

A beam of heaven, a vital ray

'Tis thine alone to give.

6 O change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine!

Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN XXXVII.

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 O 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.

5 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 XXXVIII.

The Joys of Heaven.

HYMN XXXIX.

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

OME, we that love the Lord,
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 fav'rites 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 XL.

Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18.
OW long shall earth's alluring toys
Detain our heart and eyes,
Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies?

2 These transient scenes will soon decay,
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.

Th' 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 th' angelic choir.

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 prospect 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.

Sleep, that may me more vig'rous 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, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN XLVI.

Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Bre nations, bow with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring 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 crowd 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.

5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
6 Let humble penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart
Life, hope and joy to every heart.

HYMN XLIX.

The Lord's Day.

What saw the Lord arise;

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near
To feast his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
Where Jesus is within,

Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till it is call'd to soar away
To everlasting bliss.

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HYMN L.

Preparations for religious Worship.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,
Let my religious hours alone;

From flesh and sense I would be free,
And hold communion, Lord, with thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,
To see thy grace, to taste thy love,
And feel thine influence from above.
3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that men call rich and great.
4 Send comfort down from thy right hand,
To cheer me in this barren land;
And in thy temple let me know
The joys that from thy presence flow.

HYMN LI.

Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beauty. Isaiah xxxiii. 17.

SHOULD nature's charms to please the eye,

In sweet assemblage join,
All nature's charms would droop and die,
Jesus, compar'd with thine..

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,
And vain her blooming store;
Her brightness languishes to shade,
Her beauty is no more.