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3 Vying with that heav'nly choir, Who chant Thy praise above, We on eagles' wings aspire,

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The wings of faith and love: Thee they sing, with glory crown'd; We extol the slaughter'd LAMB: Lower if our voices sound,

Our subject is the same.

FATHER, GOD, Thy love we praise,
Which gave Thy SON to die;
JESUS, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify:

SPIRIT, COMFORTER divine,

Praise by all to Thee be giv'n,

Till we in full chorus join,

And earth is turn'd to heav'n.

Hymn.

Singing aright.

1 JESUS, Thou SOUL of all our joys, For whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strength exert; Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim; Compose into a thankful frame,

And tune Thy people's heart.

2 While in the heav'nly work we join,
Thy glory be our whole design,
Thy glory, not our own:
Still let us keep our end in`view,
And still the pleasing task pursue,
To please our GOD alone.

3 The secret pride, the subtle sin,
O let it never more steal in,
T'offend Thy glorious eyes!
To desecrate our hallow'd strain,
And make our solemn service vain,
And mar our sacrifice.

4 Thee let us praise, our common LORD,
And sweetly join with one accord
Thy goodness to proclaim:
JESUS, Thyself in us reveal,
And all our faculties shall feel
Thy harmonizing Name.

5 With calmly reverential joy,
O let us all our lives employ,
In setting forth Thy love!

And raise, in death, our triumph higher;
And sing, with all the heav'nly choir,
That endless song above.

Hymn.

General Thanksgiving.

1 FATHER of mercies! let our songs
With Thee acceptance find,
While we Thy loving-kindness trace
To us and all mankind.

We thank Thee for creation's gift,
For life preserv'd by Thee,
And all the blessings life affords,
So vast, and yet so free.

2 But chiefly for redemption's gift,
To us in JESUS giv'n;

For all the means of grace on earth,
And all our hopes of heav'n.
O let a sense of this Thy love
Our best affections raise,

That while our lips proclaim Thy grace
Our hearts may show Thy praise.

3 LORD! may we give ourselves to Thee!
And, walking in Thy ways,
In righteousness and holiness

May serve Thee all our days.

To FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST,
Let equal praise ascend

From worlds below which soon must cease, And worlds that know no end.

Hymn.

Morning Hymn.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice."

2 Redeem thy mis-spent moments past,
And live this day as 'twere thy last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For GOD's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.

4 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing,
High glory to th' eternal King.

5 Praise GOD, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST.

Hymn.

Morning Hymn.

1 THE rising sun has chas'd the night,
And brought again the cheering light:
Thus mercy multiplies our days,
And bids us multiply our praise.

2 We laid us down, and sweetly slept;
The LORD our souls in safety kept:
We wake His goodness to proclaim,
And sing new honours to His Name.

3 We know not what His will ordains,
But 'tis our joy that JESUS reigns:
Though dangers, snares, and foes abound,
Th' eternal arms will us surround.

4 Teach us to walk with Thee to-day,
Our only care to keep Thy way:
Ourselves to Thee we would resign,
Content to know that we are Thine.

Hymn.

Evening Hymn.

1 GLORY to Thee, my GOD, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thy own almighty wings!

2 Forgive me, LORD, for Thy dear SON,
The ill that I this day have done;
That, with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
With joy behold the judgment-day.

4 O let my soul on Thee repose!

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close! Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make To serve my GOD, when I awake.

5 If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No pow'rs of darkness me molest.

6 Praise GOD, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST!

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