2 How vast, how full, how rich, how free,
Dear Jesus, thy rich treasures be!
To the full fountain of our joys,
We gladly come for fresh supplies.
3 For this we wait upon thee, Lord,
For this we listen to thy word:
Descend like gentle show'rs of rain,
Nor let our souls attend in vain.

HYMN 74. C. M.

Thanksgiving.

1 LORD, at thy table I behold
The wonders of thy grace;
But most of all admire, that I
Should find a welcome place:
2 I, that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;

I, that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood!

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!

My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 Eat, O my friends, the Saviour cries,
The feast was made for you:

For you I groan'd, and bled, and died,
And rose, and triumph'd too.

5 With trembling faith, and bleeding heart, Lord, I accept thy love:

"Tis a rich banquet I have had,

What will it be above?

6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n,
Join all your praising pow'rs;

No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord,
I'd give them all to thee:

Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.

. 8 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God, whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

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HYMN 75. C. M.

Hosanna.

HOUT and proclaim the Saviour's love,
Ye saints, that taste his wine;

Join with your kindred saints above,
In loud Hosannas join.

2 A thousand glories to our God,
Who gives such joy as this;
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.

3 To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,

The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and Angels join.

HYMNS,

MISCELLANEOUS TIMES AND SEASONS.

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HYMN 76. C. M.

Frail life, and succeeding eternity.
HEE we adore, eternal Name!
And humbly own to thee,

THEE

How feeble is our mortal frame;

What dying worms are we!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell,
Leaves the small number less.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath at first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we go,
We're trav❜lling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground, To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

5 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal state of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy or endless woe
Attends on ev'ry breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

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7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

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HYMN 77. C. M.

Time is short.

1 THE time is short! the season near,
When death will us remove;

To leave our friends, however dear,
And all we fondly love.

2 The time is short! sinners, beware,
Nor trifle time away;

The word of great salvation hear,
While it is call'd to-day.

3 The time is short! ye rebels, now
To Christ the Lord submit ;
To mercy's golden sceptre bow,
And fall at Jesu's feet.

4 The time is short! ye saints, rejoice;
The Lord will quickly come:
Soon shall ye hear the Bridegroom's voice,
To call you to your home.

5 The time is short! it swiftly flies,
The hour is just at hand;

When we shall mount above the skies,
And reach the wish'd-for land.

6 The time is short! the moment near,
When we shall dwell above;
And be for ever happy there,
With Jesus, whom we love.

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HYMN 78. L. M.

Eternity.

ETERNITY! stupendous theme!

Compar'd herewith, our life's a dream.

Eternity! O awful sound,

'Adeep, where all our thoughts are drown'd!"

2 Eternity! the dread abode,
And habitation of our God;

His glory fills the vast expanse,
Beyond the reach of mortal sense.

3 But an eternity there is

Of dreadful woe, or joyful bliss;
And, swift as time fulfils its round,
We to eternity are bound.

4 What countless millions of mankind
Have left this fleeting world behind!

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They're gone; but where ?-ah! pause and
Gone to a long eternity.

5 Sinner, can'st thou for ever dwell
In all the fiery deeps of hell;
And is death nothing, then, to thee;
Death, and a dread eternity?

6 Ye gracious souls, with joy look up;
In Christ rejoice, your glorious hope;
This everlasting bliss secures;

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God and eternity are yours.

HYMN 79. L. M.
Eternal life.

TERNAL life! how sweet the sound
To sinners, who deserve to die!

Proclaim the bliss the world around,
And shout the joys, ye worlds, on high.

2 Eternal life! how will it reign,

When, mounting from this breathless clod,
The soul, discharg'd from sin and pain,
Ascends t' enjoy its Father, God!

3 Eternal life! how will it bloom

In beauty on that blissful day,