2 To fteer our dangerous courfe between
The rocks on either hand,
And fix us in our golden mien,
And bring our charge to land.
3 Made apt by thy fufficient grace,
To teach as taught by thee,
We come to train in all thy ways
Our rifing progeny.

4 Their felfish will in time fubdue,
And mortify their pride;

And lend their youth a facred clew
To find the Crucify'd!

5 We would in ev'ry step look up,
By thy example taught,

T'alarm their fear, excite their hope,
And rectify their thought.

6 We would perfuade their heart t' obey,
With mildeft zeal proceed;
And never take the harsher way,
When love will do the deed.

7 For this we afk, in faith fincere,
The wifdom from above;

To touch their hearts with filial fear,
And pure ingenuous love:

8 To watch their will to fenfe inclin'd,
With-hold the hurtful food;

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And gently bend their tender mind,
And draw their fouls to God.

A MASTER's PRAYER.

MAS

HYMN CCXXVII.

ASTER fupreme, I look to thee

1 For grace and wisdom from above;

Vefted with thy authority,

Endue me with thy patient love.

2 That, taught according to thy will To rule my family aright,

I may the appointed charge fulfil, With all my heart and all my might. 3 Inferiors, as a facred truft,

I from the fov'reign Lord receive, That what is fuitable and just, Impartial I to all may give: 4 O'erlook them with a guardian eye; From vice and wickednefs reftrain: Miftakes and leffer faults pafs by, And govern with a loofer reign. 5 The fervant faithfully difcreet, Gentle to him, and good, and mild, Him I would tenderly entreat,,

And fcarce diftinguish from a child." 6 Order if fome invert, confound, Their Lord's authority betray, I hearken to the gofpel-found, And trace the providential way, 7 As far from abjectnefs as pride, With condefcending dignity, Jefus, I make thy word my guide, And keep the poft aflign'd by thee.

8 O could I emulate the zeal

Thou doft to thy poor fervants bear; The troubies, griefs, and burdens feel Of fouls intruited to my care:

9 In daily pray'r to God commend

The fouls whom God expir'd to fave; And think how foon my fway may end, And all be equal in the grave.

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HYMN CCXXVIII.

ALL hail! happy day,

When enrob'd in our clay,

The Redeemer appear'd upon earth:
How can we refrain

For to join the glad ftrain,
And to hail our Immanuel's birth?
2 How boundless that love,
First begotten above,

And through Jesus to finners made known!
Lift, lift up your voice,

And exulting rejoice,

For Jehovah to earth is come down. 3 Ye angels of God

Sound his praifes abroad,

And acknowledge him JAH, the I AM.
We alfo will join

In a hymn fo divine,
Giving glory to God and the Lamb.
To Chrift we will fing,

As our High Priest and King,
And our Prophet to teach us the road:
But more than all this,

For Almighty he is,

And we own him our crucify'd God!

5 To Jefus's praise

Let us fpend all our days,

For 'tis he that our furety has stood;
He fojourned below,

That his mercy might flow,

And he purchas'd our pardon with blood!

6 O

may the return

Of this once bleffed morn

Be for ever remember'd with joy ;

Sweet accents of praife
All our voices fhall raife,
Hallelujahs fhall be our employ.
7 Let echo prolong

The harmonious fong,
Hallelujahs again and again :
He kindles the fire,

Whom the nations defire,

And to him we devote the glad ftrain.
Bleft Jefus while we

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Pay our tribute to thee,

Let us worship, admire, and adore,
Accept as thy crown,

What before was thine own,
Hallelujahs and praife evermore.

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HYMN CCXXIX,

HARK! the herald-angels fing,

"Glory to the new-born King;
"Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
"God and finners reconcil'd."
Joyful, all ye nations, rife,
Join the triumphs of the skies,
With the angelic hoft proclaim,
"Chrift is born in Bethlehem."
2 Chrift, by highest heav'n ador'd,
Chrift, the everlating Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb:
Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead fee,
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men t' appear,
Jefus our Immanuel here.

3 Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings;

Mild he lays his glory by,

Born, that man no more may die,
Born to raise the fons of earth,
Born to give them fecond birth.
4 Come, defire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rife, the woman's conqu'ring feed,
Bruife in us the ferpent's head:
Adam's likenefs now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place;
Second Adam from above,
Reinftate us in thy love.

NEW YEAR'S DAY.

HYMN CCXXX.

I THE Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praife!
Who reigns enthron'd on high,
Ancient of endless days;
Who lengthens put our trial here,
And fpares us yet another year.
2 Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground;
No fruit of holiness

On our dead fouls was found;
Yet doth he us in mercy fpare,
Another, and another year.
3 When juftice bar'd the fword,
To cut the fig-tree down;
The pity of our Lord,

Cry'd," Let it ftill alone;"
The Father mild inclines his ear,
And fpares us yet another year.