o 4 Now, to the shining realms above,
I stretch my hands and glance my eyes:
u O for the pinions of a dove,

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To bear me to the upper skies!

5 There, from the bosom of my God, Oceans of endless pleasure roll; There would I fix my last abode,

And drown the sorrows of my soul.

HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] Christ is the Substance of the Levitical Priesthood. HE true MESSIAH now appears,

1

The types are all withdrawn:

o So fly the shadows and the stars,

Before the rising dawn.

b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kids, nor bullocks slain;
Incense and spice, of costly names,
Would all be burnt in vain.

-3 Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest,-

e When God himself comes down to be The offering and the priest.

-4 He took our mortal flesh, to show The wonders of his love;

e For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above.

5 Father, he cries, forgive their sins, For I myself have died;

d And then he shows his opened veins,And pleads his wounded side.

HYMN 13. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*] The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, and Restoration of this World.

ING to the Lord, who built the skies,
The Lord, who reared this stately frame:

Let all the nations sound his praise,

And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He formed the seas, and formed the hills,
Made every drop and every dust;
Nature and time, with all their wheels,
And put them into motion first.

3 Now from his high, imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres.

o He bids the shining orbs roll on,

And round he turns the hasty years. e 4 Thus shall this moving engine last, Till all his saints are gathered in;

o Then for the trumpet's dreadful blastTo shake it all to dust again!

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5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,

o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes;
o There's a new heaven and earth for you.

HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*]
The Lord's Day; or, Delight in Ordinances.

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ELCOME-sweet day of rest-
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
e Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
b 3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

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

o And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

HYMN 15. L. M. Sicilian. Gloucester. [*]

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Enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in Worship.

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AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,—
Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;

I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire ·
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
--3 (The trees of life immortal stand
In beauteous rows at thy right hand;
b And in sweet murmurs, by their side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling face-
And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.)
b 5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
-Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
o 6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
-Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

HYMN 16. L. M.

Oporto. Nantwich. [*]

Part the Second.

。 1 LORD, what a heaven of saving grace,

Shines through the beautics of thy face

And lights our passion to a flame !
Lord, how we love thy charming name!
e 2 When I can say, My God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,-
o I tread the world beneath my feet,

And all the earth calls good or great.
b 3 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
-Here we could sit and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coast of perfect light;
-Then shall our joyful senses rove

O'er the dear Object of our love.

o 5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees! -Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow

A drop of heaven on worms below.

6 Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass through this barren land; And in thy temple let us see

A glimpse of love-a glimpse of thee.]

HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*]

God's Eternity.

•1R Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,

ISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,

And rouse up every tuneful sound,
To praise th' eternal God.

g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah filled his throne;

Or Adam formed, or angels made,
Jehovah lived alone.

-3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;

e Eternity's his dwelling-place,

And EVER is his time.

o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past

a He fills his own immortal NOW, And sees our ages waste.

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-5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come;

The creatures-look, how old they grow,—
And wait their fiery doom!

o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies ;-
g My God shall live an endless day,
When old creation dies.

HYMN 18. L. M. Nantwich. [*]
The Ministry of Angels.

IGH on a hill of dazzling light,
The King of glory spreads his seat,

And troops of angels, stretched for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.
2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go,
Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb;
Make haste, ye cherubs, down below,
Sing, and proclaim the Saviour's come.
3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies,
And thick around Elisha stands;
Anon a heavenly soldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.
4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wandering church below;
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convoy too.

5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord?
At thy command they go and come;

With cheerful haste, obey thy word,

And guard thy children to their home.]

HYMN 19. C. M. Plymouth. Reading. [b*] Our frail Bodies, and God our Preserver. 1ET others boast how strong they be, Nor death, nor danger fear; e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are.

o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay;

e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away.

e 3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies, if one be gone;

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

-4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,-
The God who built us first;

o Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That reared us from the dust.

d 5 [He spoke; and straight our hearts, and brains, In all their motions rose;

Let blood, said he, flow round the veins;

And round the veins it flows.

6 While we have breath to use our tongues, Our Maker we'll adore;

His spirit moves our heaving lungs,

Or they would breathe no more.]

HYMN 20. C. M. Wantage. Bangor. [b]

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Backslidings and Returns.

THY is my heart so far from thee,
My God, my chief delight?

Why are my thoughts no more, by day,
With thee, no more by night?

2 [Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be,

As I have tasted in thy love,

As I have found in thee?]

-3 When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,

My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.