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I hail thy kind return!

Lord, make these moments blest.
From the low train of mortal toys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2. Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quick'ning word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3. Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulg'd in vain.



HYMN 9. H. M.

HYMN 9. H. M. [Doddridge.

VES, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead ;

And o'er our hellish foes

High rais'd his conqu❜ring head:
In wild dismay the guards around
Fall to the ground, and sink away.
2. Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,

And worship at his feet:

Joyful they come, and wing their way
From realms of day to Jesus' tomb.

3. Then back to heav'n they fly,

The joyful news to bear : Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!

Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled,
Hath left the dead, he rose to-day."
4. Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry, "Jesus who bled,
Hath left the dead, no more to die."
5. All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd

Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise, with thee we reign,
And empires gain beyond the skies.

Wesley Chapel.] HYMN 10. L. M. (6) [Raffles.
ATHER of mercies, God of love!


Oh, hear an humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,
Thy throne of glorious majesty:
Oh, deign to listen to my voice,
And bid this drooping heart rejoice.
2. I urge no merits of my own,
For I, alas, am all that's vile;
No-when I bow before thy throne,
Dare to converse with God awhile,

Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea,
"That dearest, sweetest name to me!
3. Within this heart of mine, I feel
The weight of sin's oppressive load:
Oh, help! or else I sink to hell,

Crush'd by thine arm, avenging God!
Entomb'd within that dread abyss,
And exil'd from the realms of bliss!
4. But ah! the thought alone is hell!

That prospect drives me to despair;
For who can 'mid those horrors dwell?
Or who those dreadful torments bear?
Where not a ray of hope appears,
Or beam of joy the bosom cheers!

Pastoral H.] HYMN 11. L. M. (6) [Addison.


HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care:
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

2. When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscapes flow.

3. Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With lively greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

4. Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dismal shade.



HYMN 12. 10s.


O bless the Lord our God in strains divine, With thankful hearts and raptur'd voices join; To us what wonders his right hand hath shown! Mercies, his chosen tribes have scarcely known! Like David blest, begin th' enraptur'd song; Let praise and joy awaken ev'ry tongue.

2. When, fir'd to rage, against our nation rose Chiefs of proud name, and bands of haughty foes, He train❜d our hosts to fight, with arms array'd, With health invigor'd and with bounty fed, Gave us his chosen Chief our sons to guide, Heard ev'ry pray'r, and ev'ry want supply'd.

3. No more against our land shall strangers rise, But fade and fall beneath avenging skies: Pleas'd the fierce heathen yield to happier sway, The groping savage hails the gospel day; Low sink the proud, the sons of blood be slain; Nor injur'd Zion lift her voice in vain.

4. O God! with splendor here let knowledge shine, Here ev'ry glory beam from truth divine; To Jesus' call the soul obsequious bend; Grace from thy Spirit in rich showers descend; Nations each day ascend the bright abode, And boundless praise unceasing rise to God.

Easter Hymn.]

HYMN 13. 7s.

HRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day!

Raise your joys and triumphs high!
Sing, ye heav'ns-and earth reply.

2. Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won :
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er:

Lo! he sits in blood no more.


3. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.

4. Lives again our glorious King!
'Where, O death! is now thy sting?'
Once he died our souls to save;
'Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?'



HYMN 14. 7s.

ESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.


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