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[Chorus]-Then, O crown us with thy blessing,
Through the triumphs of thy grace;
Then shall praises never-ceasing,
Echo through thy dwelling place.



HYMN 50. C. M.

ATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory shines!

For ever be thy name ador'd,

For these celestial lines!

2. Here may the wretched sons of want,
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

3. Here the Redeemer's welcome voice,
Spreads heav'nly peace around,
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

4. O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

5. Divine Instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;

Teach me to love thy sacred word
And view my Saviour there.

O haste.]

HYMN 51. 8s.


HASTE, with ev'ry gift inspir'd,
With glory, truth and grace attir'd,



Thou Star of heav'n's eternal morn,
Thou Sun, whose beams divine adorn.

2. Saints shall be glad before thy face,
And grow in faith, and truth, and grace;
Thy church shall blossom in thy sight-
Yield fruits of peace and pure delight.

3. O, hither then, thy footsteps bend,
Swift as a roe, from hills descend-
Mild as the sabbath's cheerful ray,
Till life unfolds eternal day.


HYMN 52. C. M.

TAIL to thy brightness, glorious sun,
That gilds the op'ning day:

How far beyond the cold, pale moon,
Thy warm superior ray!

At thy approach shall nature smile,
Her orient tears dry up;

The birds with songs the time beguile,
With glad'ning joy they hop.

2. But ah, how transient is thy gleam!
Thy hast'ning steps forbode
That the refulgence of thy beam
Is but a fading good.

Yet still a Sun prepares to rise,

That brings eternal day,
And shows us an immortal prize
That never will decay.

How Beautiful.] ANTHEM 53. [From Isaiah.

HOW beautiful are the feet of him that

publisheth salvation!

As for our Redeemer, the Lord of Hosts is his The Holy One of Israel.

Surely, he hath borne our griefs,


And carried our sorrows: he died for us. Being risen from the dead, he dieth no more.

O ye gates, lift up your heads,

And be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors,
And let the King of Glory enter.

Who is he? who is the King of Glory?
The Lord, strong and mighty!
The Lord, mighty in battle!

Jehovah of Hosts, he is the King of Glory!
Cry aloud, spare not! lift up thy voice like a
Show my people their transgressions. [trumpet;
Wo to the wicked! Say unto the righteous,
It shall be well with him.

Vesper Hymn.] HYMN 54. 85. & 7s. [Anon.
HARK! the vesper hymn is stealing

O'er the waters, soft and clear;

Nearer yet, and nearer pealing,
Now it bursts upon the ear!
Farther now-now farther stealing-

Soft it fades upon the ear.

[Chorus]-Jubilate, Amen.

2. Now, like moon-light waves retreating, To the shore it dies along;

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Now, like angry surges meeting,
Breaks the mingled tide of song:
Hush! again, like waves retreating,
To the shore it dies along.-[Chorus.]

Florence.] HYMN 55. 8s. & 7s.

NOME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it-
Mount of God's unchanging love.
2. Here I raise my Eben-Ezer,
Hither by thine help I'm come,
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood.
3. Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain❜d to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love:
Here's my heart-O take and seal it-
Seal it from thy courts above.

Hallelujah Chorus.] ANTHEM 56. [Haydn's.
HALLELUJAH to the God of Israel!
He will save us in the day of fight.

Hallelujah, the Lord is our defender!
He will save us in the day of fight.

God is great in battle, for he is the Lord of Hallelujah! he is our refuge:

I will praise him for ever, ever more.


Immortality, Barby.] HYMN 57. C. M. [Steele.
HE Saviour calls-let ev'ry ear
Attend the heav'nly sound;


Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

2. For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal wo.

3. Here springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your ev'ry pain,
Immortal fountain! full supplies!

Nor shall you thirst in vain.

4. Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heav'nly joys-

And can you yet delay ?

5. Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts,
To thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

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