poorer members of the congregations; and the Editor, being anxious that all classes of the community should be able to take part in the devotional exercise of singing the praises of the Almighty in the public Congregation, resolved to issue the Hymns without the music, at a price which should place the publication within the means of the humblest classes. Whatever may be the merits or the demerits of the Selection, the Editor can safely say that he has undertaken his task conscientiously, unbiassed by any partyspirit, and uninfluenced by sectarianism. His sole object, throughout the undertaking, has been to collect from the writings of accredited authors, such Hymns as are adapted for public singing in Churches-such hymns, in fact, as fitly express what ought to be the feelings of every sincere and devout worshipper. CHURCH WALK, ULVERSTON. HYMNS. HYMN 1. Again the day returns of sacred rest, Which when He made the world Jehovah blest; Let us devote this consecrated day, In life our guardian, and in death our friend, HYMN 2. All hail the great Immanuel's Name ! Ye angels, prostrate fall: Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. B Crown Him ye martyrs of our God, Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, Ye Saints, redeem'd of Adam's race, Ye realms of every tongue and name, Oh! that with yonder sacred throng, Join in the everlasting song, HYMN 3. Almighty Father! rob'd with light, And say, O Lord, "Thy will be done." And when oppress'd with grief we lie, When brighter scenes are fled and gone, Still may our souls submissive cry, Father in Heav'n, "Thy will be done." HYMN 4. Almighty Maker of my frame, How vain are all his hopes and fears. Oh! be a nobler portion mine! My God! I bow before Thy throne; HYMN 5. Angels from the realms of glory, Now proclaim Messiah's birth; [ship, [ship, Come and worship- Come and wor- Saints, before the altar bending, [ship, Suddenly the Lord descending, Sinners wrung with true repentance, Worship Christ the new-born King. HYMN 6. As through this wilderness I stray, If Thou, my Lord, my God, art near. When rising floods my soul o'erflow, And raise my head and cheer my heart. If rough and thorny be the way, |