-3 Here we come thy Name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near :
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;—
Make the fruits of grace abound,—
Bring relief from all complaints:
o Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

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NEWTON.

HYMN 122. H. M. Bethesda. [*]

Sabbath Morning.

ELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return,

Lord, make these moments blest.
-From the low train of mortal toys,
o 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 quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

o 3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,

Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.

HAYWARD.

HYMN 123. C. M. Sunday. [*]
The Lord's Day.

1 Tin concert with the blest,

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,

Who, joyful, in harmonious lays
Employ an endless rest.

e 2 Lord, may we still remember thee,
And more in knowledge grow;

-And may we more of glory see,
While waiting here below.

o 3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was displayed,

g By God the Eternal Word, than when This universe was made.

o 4 He rises, who our souls hath bought, With grief and pain extreme:

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g 'Twas great-to speak the world from nought'Twas greater-to redeem.

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DECOURCY'S COL.

HYMN 124. C. M. Hymn 2d. [* b]

Devotion.

W Be my vain wishes stilled;

HILST thee I seek, protecting Power!

-And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.

e 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed,To thee my thoughts would soar:

o Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore.

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-3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see!

e Each blessing to my soul most dear, Because conferred by thee.

o 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear,

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o My heart shall find delight in praise,

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Or seek relief in prayer.

o 5 When gladness wings my favoured hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill;

e Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.

-6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see;

o My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee.

WILLIAMS.

HYMN 125. C. M. St. Ann's. [* b]

Send down a coal of heavenly fire,
To warm each waiting heart.

2 Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

3 Within these walls let holy praise,
And love and concord dwell;

e Here give the troubled conscience peace, The wounded spirit heal.

4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind bestow;

e And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow.

-5 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers;

e And, in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares.

6 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforced by mighty grace,

Awaken many sinners round,
To come and fill the place.

NEWTON.

HYMN 126. 7s. Fairfax. [b]

A Blessing humbly requested.

1LORD, we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow; e. O do not our suit disdain !

Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend; In compassion, now descend; -Fill our hearts with thy rich grace; o Tune our lips to sing thy praise. -3 In thine own appointed way, a Now we seek thee, here we stay; Lord, we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow.

4 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford;

Let thy Spirit now impart

Full salvation to each heart.
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e 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;

Those who are cast down, lift up,
Make them strong in faith and hope.

-6 Grant that all may seek, and find
Thee a God supremely kind :

Heal the sick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.

RIPPON.

HYMN 127. 8 & 7. Love divine. [*]

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Love divine.

1 LOVE divine, all love excelling!

Joy of heaven, to earth come down!

Fix in us thy humble dwelling:

All thy faithful mercies crown.

e Jesus, thou art all compassion!
Pure, unbounded love, thou art !

o Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every trembling heart.

a 2 Breathe, O breathe, thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast!

e Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promised rest.
-Take away the power of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be;

o End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

-3 Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive!
Suddenly return-and never-
Never more thy temples leave!
-Then we should be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above;

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o Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy precious love.

4 Finish then thy new creation;
Pure, unspotted may we be;
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored by thee:

g Changed from glory unto glory,

Till in heaven we take our place;

e Till we cast our crowns before thee,

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Lost in wonder, love, and praise! MADAN'S COL

HYMN 128. C. M. Reading. [b]

Seed in different Grounds. Matt. xiii. 3.
E sons of earth, prepare the plough,"
Break up your fallow ground:

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The sower is gone forth to sow,

And scatter blessings round.
2 The seed that finds a stony soil,
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sower's toil,

Soon withered, scorched, and dead.
3 The thorny ground is sure to balk
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.

4 The beaten path and highway side
Receive the trust in vain;
The watchful birds the prey divide,
And pick up all the grain.

o 5 But where the Lord of grace and power
Has blessed the happy field;

How plenteous is the golden store,
The deep-wrought furrows yield!

e 6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace;

-Let the same hand that gives the seed,

Provide a fruitful place.

COWPER.

HYMN 129. L. M. Sicilian. [*]
Close of Worship.

'D' Help us to feed upon thy word;

ISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord;

All that has been amiss, forgive,

And let thy truth within us live.

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good;

Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every fettered soul release,

And bid us all depart in peace.

HART.

HYMN 130. L. M. Portugal. [*]

Close of Worship.

1 HE peace which God alone reveals, And by his word of grace imparts,

Which only the bebever feels,

Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts.