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WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heav'n?

When wilt thou banish my complaints, And shew my sins forgiv'n?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.

[HYMNS 32, 66.]


1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God,
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds,
Where stars revolve their little rounds:
Not heav'n thy presence can contain,
Nor heav'n of heav'ns thy power restrain:
Thee, while the first archangel sings,
He veils his face beneath his wings.
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too.
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!


4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
And babes have learnt to lisp thy name:
But, oh! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.


1 BLESS'D be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.

3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.

4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.


1 I GIVE immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all my comforts here,
And better hopes above :
He sent his own eternal Son
To die for sins that man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,

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Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe;

And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
4 Almighty God! to thee

Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:

Where reason fails with all her


There faith prevails and love adores.


1 FATHER of heav'n! whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend.
2 Almighty Son! Incarnate Word!
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.
3 Eternal Spirit! by whose breath
The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning power extend.
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son;
Mysterious Godhead? Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.


1 HOLY, holy, holy, Lord!
Self-existent Deity,

By the hosts of heav'n ador'd,
Teach us how to worship thee.
All perfection dwells in thee,
Though to us obscurely known;
Three in One, and One in Three,
Great Jehovah, God alone!

2 Glorious thou in holiness,

Father, didst thy rights maintain;
Truth and grace at once express,
When thine only Son was slain..
Here is deepest wisdom seen;

Here the richest stores of grace:
Mildest love, and vengeance keen;
O how bright their mingled rays!

3 Fearful thou in praises too,

Glorious Saviour, slaughter'd Lamb!
We with joy and wonder view
All thy glory, all thy shame!
Be thy death the death of sin;
Be thy life the sinner's plea;
Save me, teach me, rule within,-
Prophet, Priest, and King to me.
4 Wonder-working Spirit, thine
Is the saving grace we sing ::
Set on us thy seal divine;

Safely to thy kingdom bring:
To our souls thy glory shew;
Shed abroad a Saviour's love:
Fill us with thy peace below;

Lead us to thy joys above.

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[PSALMS 5, 19, 27, 42, 48, 63, 65, 84, 87, 89, 92, 95, 99, 118, 122, 132, 150. HYMNS 19, 33.]






WELCOME Sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

The king himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to day;

Here we may meet, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day within the place

Where thou, my God, hast been,
Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasureable sin.

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

And gladly sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.


1 ANOTHER six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun:

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath bless'd.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;

Provides an antepast of heav'n,
And gives this day the food of sev❜n.

3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies;

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