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- Hymn 118. C. M.

JMarriage. John ii. 1, 2.

1 Since Jesus freely did appear
To grace a marriage feast;
Dear Lord, we ask thy presence here
To make a wedding guest.

2. Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favour crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow
Of all rich dowries blest
Their substance bless, and peace bestow,
To sweeten all the rest. * -

4 In purest love their 'souls unite,

#. they, with christian care,

May make domestic burdens light,
By taking mutual share.

5 True helpers may they prove indeed,
In pray’r, and faith, and hope;
And see with joy a godly ..
To build their houshold up.
6 As Isaac and Rebecca gave
A pattern chaste and kind,
So may this married couple live,
And die in friendship join'd.
7 ‘O may each soul assembled here,
Be married. Lord, to thee;
Clad in thy robes made white and fair,
To spend eternity.” "

Hymn 119. L. M.

1 To nature's God devoutly raise
Your grateful voice in songs of praise;

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'Tis he, who form'd the human kind, And gave to man the social mind: M a de Eden's beauties round him rise, And crown'd him lord below the skies, But what were Eden's charming bowers, To lonely man with social powers ? 3 He wants a friend! what can atone 2 Man was not made to be alone : *Tis from the social state that flow The sweetest pleasures here below. 4 The God of heav'n was pleas'd to make A blooming Eve for Adam's sake; Then join'd their hearts in bands of love, And sent them blessings from above. 5 Then sacred be the plighted hand, And sacred be the marriage band; . May love from each to other beam, And virtue be their constant theme. 6 And when death cuts the vital cord, May each be wedded to the Lord; To share with saints the bliss of heaven, Bliss purer than by marriage given.

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Family Religion. Gen. xviii. 19. 1 FATHER of men, thy care we bless, Which crowns our families with peace; From thee they sprung, and by thy hand Their root and branches are sustain'd. 2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, Be our domestic altars rais’d ; Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell. 3 To thee may each united house, Morning and night present its vows;


A. : Our servants there and rising race
Be taught thy precepts and thy grace.

4 O may each future age proclaim,
The honours of thy glorious name,
While pleas'd and thankful we remove,
To join the family above.

Hymn 121. L. M.
For a Master of a Family.

1 MAstER supreme, I look to thee
For grace and wisdom from above
Wested with thine authority,
Endue me with thy patient love.

2 That taught according to thy will,
To rule my family aright,
I may th’ appointed charge fulfil,
With all my heart and all my might.

3 Inferiors as a sacred trust,
I from the sovereign Lord receive,
That what is suitable and just,
Impartial, I to all may give.

4 O'erlook them with a guardian eye,
From vice and wickedness restrain :
Mistakes and lesser faults pass by,
And govern with a gentle rein.

5 O could I emulate the zeal
Thou dost to thy poor servants bear !
The troubles, griefs, and burdens feel,
Of souls entrusted to my care.

6 In daily pray’r to God commend
The souls whom Jesus died to save,
And think how soon my sway may end,
And all be equal in the grave.

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Hymn 122. C. M.
Death of a Child. 2 Sam. xii. 22, 23.

ALAs how chang'd that lovely flower,
Which bloom'd and cheer'd my heart!

Fair fleeting comfort of an hour,
How soon we’re call'd to part 1

And shall my bleeding heart arraign
That God whose ways are love?

Or vainly cherish anxious pain
For her who rests above 2

No 1–let me rather humbly pay
Obedience to his will, `

And with my inmost spirit say,
The Lord is righteous still.

From adverse blasts and low'ring storms
Her favour’d soul he bore,
And with yon bright angelic forms,
She lives to die no more.
Why should I vex my heart, or fast;
No more she’ll visit me;
My soul will mount to her at last,
And I her face shall see.
Prepare me blessed Lord to share
The bliss thy people prove;
Who round thy glorious throne appear,
And dwell in perfect love.

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On the Death of a Child.
LiFE is a span, a fleeting hour,
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That e'en in blooming dies.

Death spreads, like winter's frozen arms.

And beauty smiles no more;

Ah! where are now those rising charms,
Which pleas'd our eyes before :

3 The once lov’d form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.

4 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo, stern winter flies;
And dress'd in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.
5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When, what we now deplore,
Shall rise in full immortal prime
And bloom to fade no more.
6 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears,
Religion points on high;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.

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1 My God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days;
Why was this fleeting breath renew’d,
But to renew thy praise ?
2 Thine arms of everlasting love
Did this weak frame sustain,
When life was hov'ring o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
Did I my soul resign,
In firm dependance on that truth,
Which made salvation mine.
4 Back from the borders of the grave,
At thy command I come;

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