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Then shall, with universal dread,
The sacred myftic book be read,
To try the living and the dead.
The judge ascends his awful throne,
He makes each secret sin be known,
And all with shame confess their own.
Oh, then what interest shall I make,
To save my last important stake,
When the most just have cause to quake!
Thou mighty, formidable King,
Thou mercy's unexhausted spring,
Some comfortable pity bring.
Forget not what my ransom coft,
Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost,
In storms of guilty terror toft,
Thou, who for me did'It feel such pain,
Whose precious blood the cross did staing
Let not those agonies be vain.
Thou, whom avenging powers obey,
Cancel my debt, too great to pay,
Before the fad accounting day.
Surrounded with amazing fears,
Whose load my soul with anguish bears,
I figh, I weep; accept my tears.
Thou, who wert mov'd with MARY's grief,
And by absolving of the thief,
Haft given me hope ; nov give relief.
Reject not my unworthy prayer :
Preserve me from that dangerous snare,
Which death and gaping hell prepare.
Give my exalted soul a place,
Among thy chosen right-hand race,
The fons of God, and heirs of grace.
From that insatiable abyss,
Where Aames devour, and serpents hiss,
Promote me to thy feat of bliss.

Prostrate

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Prostrate my contrite heart I rend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me in my end.
Well

may they curse their second breath,
Who rise to a reviving death :
Thou, great Creator of mankind,
Let guilty man compaffion find !

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H Y M N XXI.
PUBLIC THANKSGIVING.
ALVATION doth to God belong ;

His pow'r and grace shall be our song ;
His hand hath dealt a deadly blow,
And terror strikes the haughty foe.

Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear
Propitious to his people's prayer;
And, tho' deliverance long delay
Answers in his well-chosen day.

O may thy grace our land engage
(Rescu'd from fierce tyrannic rage)
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour, and our King !

Our temples, guarded from the flame,
Shall echo thy triumphant name;
And ev'ry peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.

Still be it our fupreme delight,
To walk as in thy honour'd light:
Still in thy precepts and thy fear
To life's last hour to persevere.

H Y, M, N XXII.

The WISH.
N vain the dusky night retires,
In vain the morn with purple light
Adorns the eastern lky.

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In vain the gaudy rising fun,

The wide horizon gilds;
Comes glitt'ring o'er the filver streams,

And chears the dewy fields.
In vain, dispensing vernal sweets,

The morning breezes play ;
In vain, the birds with chearful songs,

Salute the new-born day.
In vain, -unless my Saviour's face

These gloomy clouds controul,
And disipate the sullen shades

That press my drooping foul. Oh! visit then thy servant, Lord,

With favour from on high : Arise, my bright, immortal fun,

And all these shades will die.
When, when shall I behold thy face,

All radiant and ferene,
Without those envious dulky clouds

That make a veil between
When shall that long-expected day

Of sacred vision be,
When my impatient soul shall make
A near approach to thee!

H Y M N XXIII. For MIDNIGHT.
By Bishop KENN, Author of the Morning and Evening

Hymns.
Y God, now I from sleep awake,

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From midnight terrors me secure,
And guard my heart from thoughts impure.
Bleft angels, while we silent lye,
You hallelujahs sing on high :
You joyful hymn the Ever-Blest ;
Before the throne, and never reft.
I with your choir celestial join,
In off ring up a hymn divine:
With you in heaven I hope to dwell,
And bid the night and world farewell.

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My soul, when I shake off this dust,
Lord, in thy arms I will entrust:
O make me thy peculiar care,
Some mansion for my soul prepare.
Give me a place at thy faint's feet,
Or fome fall'n angel's vacant seat :
I'll ftrive to fing as loud as they
Who sit above in brighter day.
O may I always ready ftand,
With my lamp burning in my hand:
May I in sight of heaven rejoice,
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice.
All praise to thee, in light array'd,
Who light thy dwelling place haft made:
A boundless ocean of bright beams,
From thy all-glorious God-head (treams.
The fun, in its meridian height,
Is very darkness in thy fight :
My soul, O lighten and inflame,
With thought and love of thy great name.
Bless'd Jefu ! thou on heav'n intent,
Whole nights haft in devotion spent ;
But I, frail creature, foon am tir’d,
And all my zeal is soon expird.
My soul, how canft thou wcary grow
Of antedating bliss below,
In facred hymns and heav'nly love,
Which will eternal be above?
Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,
Fresh ardours kindle in

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heart :
One ray of thy all-quick’ning light,
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.
Lord, lest the tempter me surprise,
Watch over thine own sacrifice ;
All loose, all idle thoughts cast out,
And make my very dreams devout.
Praise God, from whom all bleflings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below :
Praise him above ye heav'nly boft :
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost..

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VERSES

My

VERSÉS for the Use of the Sick.
Y God, with grateful heart I'll raise

A daily altar to thy praises
Thy friendly hand my course directs,
Thy watchful eye my bed protects.
When dangers, woes, or death are nighg.
Past mercies teach me where to fly s
The fame Almighty arm can aid,
Now fickness grieves, and pains invade.
To all the various helps of art,
Kindly thy healing Pow'r impart ;
BETHESDA's bath * refus'd to save,
Unless an angel bless’d the wave.
All medcines act by thy decree, ..
Receive commiffion all from THEE :
And not a plant which spreads the plains,
But teems with health when heaven ordains.
Clay and Siloam's + Pool we find,
At heav'ns command restor'd the blind;
Hence Jordan's I waters once were seen
To wath a Syrian leper cleaño
But grant me nobler favours fill,
Grant me to know and do thy will ;
Purge my foul soul from every stain,
And save me from eternal pain.
Can such a wretch for pardon fue !
My crimes, my crimes arise in view,
Arreft my trembling tongue in prayer,
And pour the horrors of despair.
But, ch! regard my contrite fighs,
My tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes ;
To me thy boundless love extend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend !
These lovely names I ne'er could plead,
Had not thy fon vouchfaf'd to bleed ;
His blood procures for Adam's race
Admittance to the throne of

grace.
See John V. 41
+ Jobni ix. 7. I 1 Kings v. 10.

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