5 May heart, and voice, and life combine,
His goodness to express;

May all that hear us with us join,

And our Redeemer bless.

ANOTHER.

I FATHER of Lights, to Thee, from whom
Each perfect gift descends;

To Thee with humble prayers we come,
For all our bounteous friends.

2 Blessings, the payment of the poor,
Our lips and hearts return:

May Heaven, which gave, augment their store,
And comfort those that mourn!

3 O that we better could improve
What's in such plenty sown!
But dews of grace are from above,
Our wants and sins our own.

4 Only the lowly and the meek
Shall rest of mind obtain:

Such followers does our Saviour seek,
Such shall His kingdom gain.

5 Thither may we be safe convey'd,
When life's rough storms are o'er,
And all who give their friendly aid
To help us to the shore.

6 To God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, One and Three,
As is, and was, for time to come,
Eternal glory be !

ANOTHER.

1 To Thee, O Lord, our God and King,
Whose mercies ne'er decay,

We thus in artless numbers sing,
And thus our praise we pay.

2 Whate'er is human ebbs and flows,
As wasting time prevails;

But grace Divine no changes knows,
Charity never fails.

3 From thence flow plenteous streams and clea. And may they never cease:

'Tis you who plant and water here,
'Tis God that gives the' increase.

4 May He your pious alms regard,
Your warmth of zeal approve;
With ample blessings still reward
The labour of your love.

5 May all the pleasing pains you share
Be crown'd with wish'd success;
The present age applaud your care,
And future ages bless!

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A MORNING HYMN.

WE lift our hearts to Thee,

O Day-star from on high!

The sun itself is but Thy shade,

Yet cheers both earth and sky.

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O, let Thy orient beams

The night of sin disperse ; The mists of error and of vice

Which shade the universe!

How beauteous nature now!

How dark and sad before!

With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

O, may no gloomy crime

Pollute the rising day!

Or Jesu's blood, like evening dew,

Wash all the stains away.

May we this life improve,

To mourn for errors past,

And live this short-revolving day
As if it were our last.

To God the Father, Son,

And Spirit, One and Three,

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall for ever be.

AN EVENING HYMN.

I ALL praise to Him who dwells in bliss, Who made both day and night; Whose throne is darkness, in the' abyss Of uncreated light.

2 Each thought and deed His piercing eyes With strictest search survey:

The deepest shades no more disguise
Than the full blaze of day.

3 Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings,
No evil shall molest;

Under the shadow of Thy wings

Shall they securely rest.

4 Thy angels shall around their beds
Their constant stations keep:

Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For Thou dost never sleep.

5 May we with calm and sweet repose,
And heavenly thoughts refresh'd,
Our eyelids with the morn's unclose,
And bless the Ever-bless'd.

A FUNERAL HYMN, FOR A SCHOLAR, OR OTHER YOUNG PERSON.*

I VAIN man, of mortal parents born,
Know thou art born to die!

How frail our state, how short our life,
How full of misery!

2 As flowers from mother-earth we rise,
A fading bloom we spread;
As soon we waste and pass away
Among the' unnumber'd dead.

3 As shadows glide o'er hills and dales,
And yet no tracks appear;

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So swift we vanish hence; our souls

Have no abiding here.

Omitted in the second and all following editions.

4 The mourners go about the streets With solemn steps and slow; Thus must it be for you and

To the same home we go.

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5 So teach us, Lord, to number out
Our life's uncertain days,

We sweetly may our heart apply
To heavenly wisdom's ways.

6 O holy Lord! O mighty God!
When we resign our breath,

Then save us from the bitter pains
Of everlasting death.

A PRAYER FOR ONE THAT IS LUNATIC
AND SORE VEXED.

I JESU, God of our salvation,
Hear our call; Save us all
By Thy death and passion.

2 Jesu, see Thine helpless creature;
Bow the skies; God, arise,

All Thy foes to scatter.

3 Jesu, manifest Thy glory

In this hour, Show Thy power,
Drive Thy foes before Thee.

4 Jesu, help, Thou serpent-bruiser;
Bruise his head, Woman's Seed,
Cast down the accuser.

5 Jesu, wound the dragon, wound him;

Make him roar, Break his power,

Let Thine arm confound him.