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Our drooping Spirits now revive,
With all thy quick'ning Grace:
Speak now the gracious Word, O God,
'Tis finifh'd, go in Peace.

HYMN

LXXVII.

MORNING.

OM E, let us adore.

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The Lord's gracious Hand,

(Our great GOVERNOR)
Who gave a Command
And Charge to his Angels
To watch round our Bed,
To guard us from Evils,
From Dangers and Dread.

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,
Thou merciful Spring
Of Pity and Grace:
Thy Kindnefs for ever
To Men we will tell;
And fay, our dear Saviour
Redeems us from Hell.

Preferve

Preferve us in Love,
While here we abide;
Nor ever remove,
Nor cover, nor hide,
Thy glorious Salvation;
'Till joyful we see
The beautiful Vifion
Compleated in thee.

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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
To thy Name,

Still the fame,

Gracious, good, and tender?

Leave me not, but ever love me;
Let thy Peace

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,
Safely keep,
While I fleep,

Me with all thy Power.

So, whene'er in Death I flumber,

Let me rife

With the Wife, Counted in their Number.

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ORD! what a wretched Land is this
That yields us no fupply;

No chearing Fruits, no wholefome Trees,
Nor ftreams of living Joy.

Yet the dear Path to thine Abode,
Lies thro' this horrid Land,

Lord! may we keep that heav'nly Road,
And run at thy Command.

Long Nights and Darknefs dwell below,
With fcarce a twinkling Ray;

But the bright World to which we go,
Is everlasting Day.

Our Journey is a thorny Maze,
May we march upward ftill,
Forget the troubles of the Ways,

And reach at Zion's Hill.

See

See the kind Angels at the Gates,
Inviting us to come!

There Jefus the Forerunner waits,
To welcome Trav'llers Home!

Eternal Glories to the King,

That brings his People through, Their Tongues fhall never cease to fing, And endless Praise renew.

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HY M N LXXXI.

For a Lord's Day Morning.

EHOLD, the Morning Sun
Begins his glorious Way,

His Beams thro' all the Nations run,
And Life and Light convey.

But where the Gofpel comes,
It spreads diviner Light,

It calls dead Sinners from their Tombs,
And gives the Blind their Sight.

Within thy Churches, Lord,
We long to find our Place:
Thy Power and Glory to behold,
And feel thy quick'ning Grace.

For Life, without thy Love,
No Relifh can afford;

No Joy can be compar'd with this,
To ferve and pleafe the Lord.

We'd

We'd hear thy Word with love,
And now would fain obey,
Send thy good Spirit from above,
To guide us, left we stray.

Our gracious God, how plain
Are thy Directions giv'n!
may we never hear in vain,
But find the Path to Heav'n.

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HYMN

LXXXII.

The Nation's Profperity, and the Church's Increase.

SHINE, mighty God, on Britain, fhine,
With Beams of heav'nly Grace;

Reveal thy Power through all our Coasts,
And fhew thy fmiling Face.

When shall thy Name, from Shore to Shore,
Sound all the Earth abroad,
And diftant Nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God?

Sing to the Lord, ye diftant Lands,
Sing loud with folemn Voice,
While British Tongues Exalt his Praife,
And British Hearts rejoice.

He, the great Lord, the fov'reign Judge,
That fits enthron'd above;

Wifely commands the Worlds he made,
In Juftice and in Love.

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