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Soo Jesus freely did appear
To grace a marriage feast.
Pear 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 best;
Their substance bless, and peace bestow,
To sweeten all the rest.

4. In purest love their souls unite,
That they with christian care,
May make domestic burthens light,
By taking mutual share.

5 As Isaac and Rebecca gave
A pattern chaste and kind;
So may this married couple live,
And die in friendship join'd,

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6 And when that solemn hour shall come,
And life's short space be o'er;
May they in triumph reach that home
Where they shall part no more.

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Spring. W HEN verdure cloths the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray; A fragrance breathes in every gale, How sweet the vernal day.

2 Hark! how the feathered warblers sing
'Tis nature,s cheerful voice;
Soft musick hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.

3 How kind the influence of the skies!
The showers with blessings fraught.
Bid virtue, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.

4 Then let my wondering heart confess, With gratitude and love,

The bounteous hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field, and grove.

5 That bounteous Hand my thoughts adore, Heyond expression kind, Hath better, nobler gifts in store, To bless the craving mind.

6 O God of nature and of grace,

Thy heavenly gifts impart;
Then shall my meditation trace
Spring, blooming in my heart

7 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song;
And love and gratitude divine
Attun my joyful song.

HYMN 104.—C. M.
Seed in different grounds.
E sons of earth, prepare the plough,
Brake up your fallow ground;

The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round. ,

2 The seed that finds a stony soil,
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sow’rs toil,
Soon wither'd scorch'd, and dead.

3 The thorny ground is sure to balk
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.

4 The beaten path and highway side
Receive the trust in vain;
The watchful birds the prey divide,
And pick up all the grain.

5 But where the Lord of grace and power
Has bless'd the happy field;
How plenteous is the golden store,
The deep wrought furrows yield.

6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace;
Let the same hand that gives the seed,
Provide a fruitful place.

HYMN 105.-P. M.
The Convert.

- HOW happy are they O Who the Saviour obey,

And havo laid up their treasure above!
Tongue can never express

– The sweet comfort and peace

Of a soul in its earliest love?

2 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favor divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb; o When at first I believ'd, What a joy I receiv'd, What a heaven in Jesus' namel

My redeemer to know.
And the angels could do nothing more,

Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,
And the lover of sinners adore.

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5 On the wings of his love,
I was carri’d above,
All my sin, and temptation and pain;
And I could not believe

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