4 Are not the righteous dear to thee,
Now as in ancient times;
Or does this sinful land exceed,
Gomorrah in its crimes?

5 Still we are thine, we bear thy name;
Here yet is thine abode;

Long has thy presence bless'd our land-
Forsake us not, O God.

60 may thy people, priests and Prince,
Thy choicest blessings share;
And know thee by that gracious name—
"The God that heareth pray'r."

HYMN 81.

1 BEHOLD, where breathing love divine Our dying master stands !

His weeping followers gathering round,
Receive his last commands.

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips,
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave.
Became its author well.

3"Blest is the man, whose, soft'ning heart
"Feels all another's pain;

"To whom the supplicating eye,

"Was never rais'd in vain.

4 "Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth "A stranger's woes to feel,

"And bleeds in pity o'er the wound "He wants the power to heal.

5 "He spreads his kind supporting arms "To every child of grief; "His secret bounty largely flows, "And brings unask'd relief.

6"To gentle offices of love

"His feet are never slow;

"He views through mercy's melting eye

"A brother in a foe.

7" Peace from the bosom of his God; "My peace to him I give ;

"And when he kneels before the throne, "His trembling soul shall live.

8 "To him protection shall be shewn ;
"And mercy from above,
"Descend on those who thus fulfil
"The perfect law of love."

HYMN 82.

1 God, how endless is thy love, Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new;

And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great guardian of our sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all our drowsy pow'rs.
3 We yield our pow'rs to thy command,
To thee we consecrate our days:
Perpetual blessings from thine hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

4 Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise him all creatures here below;

Praise him above ye angelic host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost.

HYMN 83.

1 COME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we turn our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live,
At this poor dying rate;
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

HYMN 84.

1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,

Amidst his Father's throne:

Prepare new honours for his name,
And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around;
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the prayers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise:
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain

For ever on thy head.

5 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood,
Hast set the pris'ners free;

Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

grace,

6 The worlds of nature and of
Are put beneath thy pow'r;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promis'd hour.

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HYMN 85.

RIUMPHANT, Lord, thy goodness reigns

Thro' all the wide celestial plains;

And its full streams redundant flow
Down to th' abodes of men below.

2 Thro' nature's works its glories shine;
The cares of Providence are thine:
And grace erects our ruin'd frame
A fairer temple to thy name.

3 0 give to ev'ry human heart
To taste and feel how good thou art;
With grateful love, and rev'rend fear,
To know how blest thy children are.
4 Let nature burst into a song:
Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong:
Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise,
All vocal with your Maker's praise.

5 Ye saints, with joy the theme pursue;
Its sweetest notes belong to you;
Chose by this condescending King
For ever round his throne to sing.

HYMN 86.

REAT Father of mankind,

1 GR

We bless that wond'rous grace,

Which could for Gentiles find

Within thy courts a place.

How kind the care

Our God displays,
For us to raise

A house of pray'r.

2 Tho' once estranged far,

We now approach thy throne;

For Jesus brings us near,

And makes our cause his own: