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Our life and liveliness are fled,

And many number'd with the dead.
5 We need defence from all our foes,

We need relief from all our woes :
If earth and hell should yet assail,

Let neither earth nor hell prevaila * 6 Near to each other and to thee,

LORD, bring us all in unity;
Oh, pour thy Spirit from on high,

And all our numerous wants supply.
7 Oh, show that in our low estate,

No blessing for us is too great ;

We plead thy Son, we plead thy word, ; O Founder, Patron, bounteous LORD!

427 (38 P.) L. M. China 300. Rochford 22.

A holy Glance at happier Days. .
1 ONCE more, O Lord, thy children meet

To bow before thy mercy seat;
But we unite with lessen'd joy,

While former days our minds employ. . 2 Ah! how we hasten’d to thy house ;

Mingled our joys, our tears, our vows !
We throngid to hear, and pray, and praise,

On Sabbath and on weekly days.
3 The young, the old, the rich, the poor,

Devoutly knock'd at mercy's door,
And plac'd on Jesus' head the crown;

But some are to the dust gone down.
4 Alas! those happy days are past,

Our smiling skies are overcast;
But shall we now despairing mourn ?

No!—for we hear thee say, Return! · 5 Return ! -Oh kind inviting voice !

We hear, we gladden, we rejoice ;
And pray thy Spirit, from on high,
May all our wants again supply,

6 Then shall we run thy heavenly ways

As in our holier, happier days;
Our following times the best shall be,

Sweet foretastes of eternity.. 427 (4th P.) 1ls. Geard 156. Broughton 172.

Comfort for the Church in Trouble. 10 ZION ! afflicted with wave upon wave,

Whom no man can comfort, whom no man

can save; With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismay'd,

In toiling and rowing thy strength is decay'd. 2 Loud roaring the billows now nigh overwhelm,

But skilful's the Pilot who sits at the helm,
His wisdom conducts thee, his pow'rthee defends,

In safety and quiet thy warfare he ends. 30 fearful! O faithless ! in mercy he cries,

My promise, my truth, are they light in thine
i eyes ?
Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand,

Thro' tempest and tossing I'll bring thee to land. 4 Forget thee, I will not, I cannot, thy name

Engravd on my heart doth for ever remain;
The palms of iny hands whilst I look on, I see

The wounds I received, when suff'ring for thee. 5 I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans,

For thou art most near me, my flesh and iny bones,
In all thy distresses thy Head feels the pain;

Yet all are most needfil, not one is in vain. 6 Then trust one, and fear not ; thy life is secure,

My wisdom is perfect, supreme is my power;
In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine,

To make thee at length in my likeness to shine. 7 The foolish, the fearful, the weak are my care,

The helpless,the hopeless, I hear their sad prayr;
From all their afflictions, iny glory shall spring,
And the deeper their sorrows, the louder they'll

L. H, C.

428 8.7.4. Trevecca 37. Kentucky 114.

Longing for the Spread of the Gospel.* 10'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,

Look, my soul, be still and gaze ;
All the promises do travail,

With a glorious day of grace,
Blessed jubilee,
May thy morning dawn apace!.
2 Let the Indian, let the Negro,

Let the rude Barbarian, see
That divine and godlike conquest

Once obtain'd on Calvary;
And in millions
To our dear Redeemer flee.
. Or Let the Gospel

Loud resound from pole to pole.
3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness,

Grant them, Lorn, the saving light;
And from eastern coast to western

May the morning chase the night,
Pouring radiance,
As of one day sevenfold bright.

— And redemption,

Freely purchas'd, win the day,
4 Blessed Saviour, spread thy Gospel,

Ride and conquer, never cease ;
May thy wide, thy vast dominions,

Multiply, and still increase,
Till all nations
Hail and crown THEE PRINCE of PEACE.

On-Sway thy sceptre,

Saviour, all the world around.

PAUSE.—Lewes 63, Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord, Psa. cl.6. 5 Every creature, living, breathing,

In divinely grateful lays, • To avoid several repetitions in this much-loved Hymn, and to give familiar rhyme to the last lines of each verse, alterations are here made, which may be adopted or omitted as it shall seem proper.

FATHER, Son, and Spirit, praising,

Magnify the God of Grace:

Fill the UNIVERSE with praise !
429. L. M. Gloucester 12. Coombs's 45.

The Increase of the Church.
I SHOUT, for the blessed Jesus reigns !

w Thro’ distant lands his triumphs spread; . And sinners, freed from endless pains,

Own him their Saviour, and their head , 2 His sons and daughters from afar,

Daily at Sion's gate arrive;
Those who were dead in sin before,

By sov’reign grace are made alive. 3 [Oppressors bow beneath his feet,

D'ercome by his victorious pow'r;
Princes in humble posture wait,

And proud blasphemers learn t'adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,

Nations remote their offerings bring ;
And unconstrain’d their homage pay

To their exalted God and King.)
5 O may his conquests still increase, ..

And every foe his pow'r subdue ;
While angels celebrate his praise,

And saints his growing glories shew. 6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,

From all below and all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name,

In songs as lasting as his love." 430 148th. Dartmouth 46. Carter Lane 141.

The Increase of the Messiah's Kingdom.
ALL hail, incarnate God!

The wond'rous things foretold
Of thee in sacred writ
With joy our eyes behold:


Still does thine arm new trophies wear,

And monuments of glories rear. 2 To thee the hoary head

Its silver honours pays;
To thee the blooming youth

Devotes his brightest days:
And every age their tribute bring,

And bow to thee, all-conquering King. 3 O haste, victorious Prince,

That happy glorious day,
When souls, like drops of dew,

Shall own thy gentle sway: .
O máy it bless our longing eyes,

And bear cur shouts beyond the skies! 4 All hail, triumphant Lord !

Eternal be thy reign !
Behold the nations sue

To wear thy gentle chain :
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand for ever sure,

431 148th. Portsmouth New 144. Grove 125.

The completing of the spiritual Temple, Zech. iv. 7. 1 SING to the Lord above,

w Who deigns on earth to raise
A temple to his love,

A monument of praise :
Ye saints around, thro' all its frame
Harmonious sound the Builder's name.

Beneath his eye and care,
The edifice shall rise
Majestic, strong, and fair,

And shine above the skies :
There shall he place the polish'd stone
Ordain’d the work of grace to crown.

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