Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heaven on which he sits
To turn the seasons round.

3 'T is he supports my mortal frame,
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 [On a poor worm thy power might tread, And I could ne'er withstand;

Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,
But mercy held thine hand.

5 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,

And yet thou lengthen'st out my thread, And yet my moments run.]

6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine Whilst I enjoy the light;

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Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night.

C. M. Staughton, 265. Glasgow, 376.
An evening song.

READ Sov'reign! let my evening.
Like holy incense rise;

Assist the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

[song

2 [Through all the dangers of the day Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepared.]

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;

But oh, how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

4 What have I done for Him that died
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine
To thy dear cross I flee,
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood I lay me down to rest,

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As in the embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast.

C. M. Sprowston, 365. Piety, 513. A hymn for morning and evening. HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,

upholding hand: Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power
That raised us with a word,
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The evening rests our weary head, And angels guard the room; We wake, and we admire the bed That was not made our tomb. 4 The rising morning can't assure That we shall end the day;

For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.

5 Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God's revenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In every gasp we draw.

6 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.

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C. M. Newbury, 132. Warwick, 471.
Godly sorrow arising from the suffer-
ings of Christ.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all exposed to wrath divine
The glorious sufferer stood!]

3 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature's sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away
"T is all that I can do.

4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refined,
Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.

5 Th' almighty Ruler of the sphere,
The glorious and the great,
Brings his own all-sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.]

6 Had I the pinions of a dove
I'd climb the heavenly road;
There sits my Saviour dress'd in love,
And there my smiling God.

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L. M. Ripon, 188. Power, 478.
The same.

SEND the joys of earth away-
Away, ye tempters of the mind!
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along
Down to the gulf of black despair,
And whilst I listened to your song,
Your streams had e'en conveyed me there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treach'rous
And bid me seek superior bliss. [seas.
4 Now to the shining realms above
I stretch my hands, and glance_mine
O for the pinions of a dove, [eyes :
To bear me to the upper skies!

5 There, from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasures roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

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C. M. Bethlehem, 426.
Christ the substance of the Leviti-
cal priesthood.

THE true Messiah now appears,
The types are all withdrawn ;
So fly the shadows and the stars
Before the rising dawn.

2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kid, nor bullock slain;
Incense and spice of costly names
Would all be burnt in vain.

3 Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest,

When God himself comes down to be The offering and the priest.

4 He took our mortal flesh, to show The wonders of his love:

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For us he paid his life below,
And prays for us above.

Father,' he cries, 'forgive their sins,

For I myself have died;'

And then he shows his open'd veins, And pleads his wounded side.

The creation, preservation, dissolution, and restoration of this world. ING to the Lord that built the skies, The Lord that rear'd this stately frame;

SING

Let all the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his name. 2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills, Made every drop, and every dust, Nature and time, with all their wheels, And push'd them into motion first. 3 Now, from his high imperial throne, He looks far down upon the spheres; He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round he turns the hasty years. 4 Thus shall this moving engine last Till all his saints are gather'd in; Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast To shake it all to dust again!

5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies, And lightning burn the globe below, Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, There's a new heaven and earth for you.

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4 Haste then, but with a smiling face,
And spread the table of thy grace:
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.
5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

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LORD, that the beauties thy
ORD, what a heaven of saving grace
And lights our passions to a flame!
Lord, how we love thy charming name!
2 When I can say, My God is mine,'
When I can feel thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.
3 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear object of our love.

5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,

And pluck new life from heavenly trees;
Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow
A drop of heaven on worms below.

6 Send comforts down from thy right hand. While we pass through this barren land, And in thy temple let us see

A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.]

The enjoyment of Christ: or, delight

in worship.

Let my religious hours alone; Fain would my eyes my Saviour see, I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. 3 [The trees of life immortal stand In flourishing rows at thy right hand; And in sweet murmurs by their side Rivers

Stretch all my thoughts abroad, And rouse up every tuneful sound, To praise the eternal God.

2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread, Jehovah fill'd his throne;

Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
The Maker lived alone.

3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime:
Eternity's his dwelling place,
And ever is his time.

4 While like a tide our minutes flow.
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal now,

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At thy command they go and come; With cheerful haste obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home.

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WHY is my heart so far from thee,

My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day
With thee, no more by night?

2 [Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in thy love,
As I have found in thee?]

3 When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,

4

My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.

But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs

Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

5 [Trifles of nature or of art,
With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude into my thoughtless heart,
And thrust thee from my arms.]

6 Then I repent, and vex my soul
That I should leave thee so;
Where will those wild affections roll,
That let a Saviour go!

7 [Sin's promised joys are turn'd to pain,
And I am drown'd in grief;
But my dear Lord returns again,
He flies to my relief.

8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise,
He draws with loving bands:
Divine compassion in his eyes,
And pardon in his hands.]

9 [Wretch that I am to wander thus
In chase of false delight!
Let me he fasten'd to thy cross
Rather than lose thy sight.]

Nor death nor danger fear;

, a glimpse of But we 'll confess, O Lord, to thee,

What feeble things we are.

2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;

A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.
Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone;
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

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And bring my heart to rest On the dear centre of my soul, My God, my Saviour's breast.]

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L. M. Derby, 169. St. Olave's, 176. A song of praise to God the Redeemer. LET the old heathens tune their song

Of great Diana and of Jove;

But the sweet theme that moves my Is my Redeemer and his love. [tongue 2 Behold, a God descends and dies, To save my soul from gaping hell; How the black gulf where Satan lies Yawn'd to receive me when I fell! How justice frown'd, and vengeance stood To drive me down to endless pain! But the great Son proposed his blood, And heavenly wrath grew mild again. 4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord! To thee be endless honours given: Thy wondrous name shall be adored Round the wide earth and wider heaven.

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L. M. Simeon's Song, 438.

The creation, preservation, dissolution, and restoration of this world. ING to the Lord that built the skies, SING The Lord that rear'd this stately frame;

Let all the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his name. 2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills, Made every drop, and every dust, Nature and time, with all their wheels, And push'd them into motion first. 3 Now, from his high imperial throne, He looks far down upon the spheres; He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round he turns the hasty years.

4 Thus shall this moving engine last Till all his saints are gather'd in; Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast To shake it all to dust again!

4 Haste then, but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace: Bring down a taste of truth divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine. 5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love.

6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

Henley, 38. Reuben, 328. The Lord's-day.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;

Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been,

Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

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L. M. Broadway, 381. Chard, 175. The enjoyment of Christ: or, delight in worship.

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