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5 God is a 'sun: our brightest day
From his reviving presence flows;
God is a shield, thro' all the way,
To guard us from surrounding foes.
6 He pours his kindest blessings down,
Profusely down, on souls sincere;
And grace shall guide, and glory crown,
The happy fav'rites of his care.
7 O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace,
How blest, divinely blest, is he

Who trusts thy love, and seeks thy face,
And fixes all his hopes on thee!

STEELE.

344 L. M. Bramcoate 8. Lewton 30.

Delight in God's House, and Confidence in him, Ps. xxvii.
1 THOU, Lord, my safety, thou my light,
What danger shall my soul affright?
Strength of my life! what arm shall dare
To hurt whom thou hast own'd thy care?
2 One wish, with holy transport warm,
My heart has form'd and yet shall form;
One gift I ask, that to my end

Fair Sion's dome I may attend:
3 There joyful find a sure abode,
And view the beauty of my God;
For he within his hallow'd shrine
My secret refuge shall assign.
4 When thou, with condescending grace,
Hast bid me seek thy shining face,
My heart reply'd to thy kind word,
Thee will I seek, all-gracious Lord!
5 Should every earthly friend depart,
And nature leave a parent's heart,
My God, on whom my hopes depend,
Will be my father and my friend..
6 Ye humble souls, in every strait,
On God with sacred courage wait:

His hand shall life and strength afford;
O ever wait upon the Lord.

345 (1st P.) S. M. Price's 187. Hopkins 157.

Formas vain without Religion.

1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Thro' the creation's frame !

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Nature in

every dress

Her humble homage pays,

And finds a thousand ways t' express

Thine undissembled praise,

My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

[But pride, that busy sin,

Spoils all that I perform;

Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in,

And swells a haughty worm.]

Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain;

This wretched heart will ne'er be true,

Until 'tis form'd again.

6 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,

And to my God, my soul, ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise,

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DR. WATTS'S LYRICS.

LORD'S DAY ANTICIPATED.

345 (2d P.) 7s. 6 lines, Firth's 146, Turin 244.

Saturday Evening; or, Preparation for the Lord's Day.

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SA AFELY, Lord, another week,

Thou hast brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seek,

On the approaching Sabbath day :

Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.
2 [Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week our praise demand,
Guarded by Almighty power,
Fed and guided by his hand:
Though ungrateful we have been,
Making sad returns of sin.]

3 While we pray for pardoning grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciled face,

Shine away our sin and shame;
From our worldly care set free,
May we rest this night with thee.!
4 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy presence near
May thy glory meet our eyes
When we in thy house appear!
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

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5 May the Gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints: Thus may all our Sabbaths prove Till we join the church above.

NEWTON.

345 (3d P.) 8. 8. 6. Leach 290. Broadmead 150. Longing for the Lord's Day before its arrival. Sabbath drew on," Luke xxiii. 54.

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WEET day of rest! for thee I'd wait,
Emblem and earnest of a state
Where saints are fully blest!
For thee I'd look, for thee I'd sigh,
I'd count the days till thou art nigh,
Sweet day of sacred rest.

20 let my mind be always so;
My songs no interruption know,

Till death shall seal my tongue:
In heav'n a nobler strain I'll raise
And rest from every thing but praise,
My heav'n an endless song.

345 (4th P.) L. M. Rippon's 188. Bab.
Streams 23.

Saturday Evening Reflection.

ANOTHER week for ever gone!

How fast our days and minutes fly!" The joys of heav'n, or pains of hell, Await us and we soon must die. 2 The sins and follies of the week, Pardon, O Lord! for Jesus' sake; And a delightful Lord's-day frame Grant in the morn when we awake. 3 The endless Lord's-day soon will dawn; Ye saints, rejoice, and homeward press; Each week, and day, and hour for you; Leaves one of sin and sorrow less.

345 (5th P.) C. M. Ellenbro' 170. Maidstone 196.

Saturday Evening; or, the Lord's Day anticipated.

1 BEGONE, my worldly cares, away;
Nor dare to tempt my sight!

Let me begin the sweet Lord's day ft! Before I end this night.

2 Yes, let the work of pray'r and praise
Employ my heart and tongue;

Begin, my soul! thy Sabbath days
Can never be too long.

3 Let the past mercies of the week
Excite a grateful frame:

And may my tongue rejoice to speak,
Some good of Jesus' name.

4 Forgive my dullness, dearest Lord,
And quicken all my powers;

. Prepare me to attend thy word, To improve the sacred hours. 5 On wings of expectation borne, My hopes to heav'n ascend: I long to welcome in the morn, With Thee the day to spend.

LORD'S DAY MORNING, AND MORNING LECTURES.

346 (1st P.) 7s. Stoel 164. Hart's 221.
Jesus rising-Morning of the Lord's Day.
ORNING breaks upon the tomb,
Jesus dissipates its gloom!

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Day of triumph through the skies-
See, the glorious Saviour rise.
2 Christians, dry your flowing tears,
Banish unbelieving fears,

Look on his deserted grave,
Doubt no more his pow'r to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scatter'd shade;
Drive your anxious cares away,
See the place where Jesus lay.

346 (2d P.) S. M. Salem New 99. Gosport 53.

The Resurrection announced.

YE saints, dismiss your fear,

Let joy and hope succeed;

Transporting news devoutly hear,
The Lord is ris'n indeed.

-2. The promise is fulfill'd,
Redemption's work is done,
Justice with mercy's reconcil'd,
For God hath rais'd his Son.

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Angels, with saints rejoice,
The risen Victor sing;
And all the blissful seats above,
With loud Hosannas ring.

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