Our drooping Spirits now revive, HYMN LXXVII. MORNING. OM E, let us adore. The Lord's gracious Hand, (Our great GOVERNOR) Our Shepherd alone The Lord let us blefs, Who reigns on the Throne The Prince of our Peace; Who evermore faves us By fhedding his Blood; All hail, holy Jefus, Our Lord and our God. We daily will fing Thy Merits, thy Praise, Preferve Preferve us in Love, E REI fleep, for ev'ry Favour This Day fhew'd By my God, I will praife my Saviour. O my Lord, what fhall I render Still the fame, Gracious, good, and tender? Leave me not, but ever love me; Be my Blifs, "Till thou hence remove me. Vifit me with thy Salvation; Let thy Care Now be near, Round my Habitation. Thou Thou my Rock, my Guard, and Tower, Me with all thy Power. So, whene'er in Death I flumber, Let me rife With the Wife, Counted in their Number. L ORD! what a wretched Land is this No chearing Fruits, no wholefome Trees, Yet the dear Path to thine Abode, Lord! may we keep that heav'nly Road, Long Nights and Darknefs dwell below, But the bright World to which we go, Our Journey is a thorny Maze, And reach at Zion's Hill. See See the kind Angels at the Gates, There Jefus the Forerunner waits, Eternal Glories to the King, That brings his People through, Their Tongues fhall never cease to fing, And endless Praise renew. BE HY M N LXXXI. For a Lord's Day Morning. EHOLD, the Morning Sun His Beams thro' all the Nations run, But where the Gofpel comes, It calls dead Sinners from their Tombs, Within thy Churches, Lord, For Life, without thy Love, No Joy can be compar'd with this, We'd We'd hear thy Word with love, Our gracious God, how plain Ο HYMN LXXXII. The Nation's Profperity, and the Church's Increase. SHINE, mighty God, on Britain, fhine, Reveal thy Power through all our Coasts, When shall thy Name, from Shore to Shore, Sing to the Lord, ye diftant Lands, He, the great Lord, the fov'reign Judge, Wifely commands the Worlds he made, |