Unveils the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad! 2 To him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents: He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants. 3 To them his sovereign will He graciously imparts; And in return accepts, with smiles, The tribute of their hearts. 4 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God.

But saints exalted near his seat,
Have no assaults to fear.

5 I'm pleas'd to meet him in his court,
And taste his heavenly love;
But still I think his visits short,
Or I too soon remove.

6 He shines, and I am all delight;
He hides, and all is pain;
When will be fix me in his sight,
And ne'er depart again?

HYMN 180. L. M. J. Stennett. Evening Hymn, Quercy.

The Sabbath.

Hopkins, Watchman.

Forme vain without religion. LMIGHTY Maker, God!

Another sabbath is begun ;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day that God hath bless'd.

Thy glories how diffus'd abroad Through the creation's frame! 2 Nature, in every dress,

Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator, too; Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due. 4 Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain, This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until 'tis form'd again.

5 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise.
HYMN 179. L.M. Watts's Sermons. *
Hymn Second, Mear.

Appearance before God here and hereafter.

WHILE I am banish'd from thy house, I mourn in secret, Lord; When shall I come and pay my vows, And hear thy holy word.

2 So while I dwell in bonds of clay,
My weary soul shall groan;
When shall I wing my heavenly way,
And stand before thy throne.
3 I love to see my Lord below,

His church displays his grace;
But upper worlds his glory show
And view him face to face.
4 I love to worship at his feet,

Though sin attack me. there,

As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows. 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 With joy,great God, thy works we view, In various scenes, both old and new. With praise, we think on mercies past; With hope, we future pleasures taste. 5 In holy duties, let the day In holy pleasures pass away; How sweet a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

2

3

A hymn for the evening of the Lord's day. FR shed its quickening beams; REQUENT the day of God returns,

And yet how slow devotion burns;
How languid are its flames!
Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.
Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine;
Before the throne of Ged appear,
And feast on love divine.

HYMN 182. C. M. Barbauld.
Christians, Dundee, St. Davids.
The Lord's day morning.
Awakes the kindling ray;
GAIN the Lord of life and light
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

20 what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke, this day.
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

5 Jesus, the friend of human kind,

Was crucified and slain-
Behold the tomb its prey restores!
Behold he lives again!
6 And while his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies,
Broken beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

HYMN 183. L. M. Doddridge.
Antigua, Winchester.

For the close of public worship. 1THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we

1TH love;

But there's a nobler rest above; To that our longing souls aspire, With cheerful hope, and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death shall reach the place; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which dwell upon immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of angry foes;

No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 40 long expected day, begin ; Dawn on these realms of pain and sin; With joy we'll tread th' appointed road, And sleep in death to rest with God.

2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw,

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;

And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees, 4 While Moses stood with arms spread Success was found on Israel's side,[wide, But when through weariness they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd. 5 Have you no words! Ah, think again, Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. 6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent To heaven in supplication sent; Your cheerful songs would oftener be "Hear what the Lord has done for me!"

HYMN 185. C. M. E. Jones. bor

"Perhaps will hear my prayer; "But if I perish, I will pray, "And perish only there.

I can but perish, if I go; "I am resolv'd to try; "For, if I stay away, I know "I must forever die."

Paraphrase of the Lord's prayer. FATHER, ador'd in worlds above! Thy glorious name be hallow'd still; Thy kingdom come with power and love, And earth like heaven obey thy will. Lord!, make our daily wants thy care: Forgive, the sins which we forsake:

And let us in thy kindness share, As fellow-men of ours partake. 3 Evils beset us every hour! Thy kind protection we implore: Thine is the kingdom, thine the power; Be thine the glory evermore!

HYMN 187. 8.7.4. Jay. Helmsley, Tamworth. A blessing requested. COME, thou soul-transforming Spirit. Bless the sower and the seed: Let each heart thy grace inherit, Raise the weak, the hungry feed; From the Gospel

Now supply thy people's need. 20 may all enjoy the blessing, Which thy word's design'd to give; Let us all, thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive; And forever

To thy praise and glory live.

HYMN 188. H. M. Toplady.
Triumph, Portsmouth.
Jubilee.

1 B The gladly solemn sound!

LOW ye the trumpet, blow

Let all the nations know,

The year, &c.

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:
The year, &c.

5 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace ;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face:

The year, &c.

3

HYMN 189. L. M. Doddridge.

Green's Hundredth, Fountain. Ezekiel's vision of the dry bones. OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye; See Adam's race in ruin lie; Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, And scatters slaughter'd heaps around. 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live? And can these perish'd bones revive? That, mighty God, to thee is known, That wondrous work is all thy own. Thy ministers are sent in vain To prophesy upon the slain; In vain they call, in vain they cry, Till thine Almighty aid is nigh. 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, Life spreads thro' all the realms of death; Dry bones obey thy powerful voice; They move, they waken, they rejoice. 5 So, when thy trumpet's awful sound Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground,

Dead saints shall from their tombs arise, And spring to life beyond the skies.

HYMN 190. C. M. Cowper. * Abridge, Parma. The light and glory of God's word. 1WHAT glory gilds the sacred page! Majestic like the sun,

It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.
2 His hand that gave it still supplies
His gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The paths of truth and love;
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

HYMN 191. H. M. Doddridge.
Bethesda, Triumph.

Fruitful showers, emblems of the effects of the gospel,
ARK the soft-falling snow,

M and the descending rain!

To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;
But waters earth | And calls forth all
Thro' every pore Her secret store.
2 Array'd in beauteous green

The hills and vallies shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine.

The harvest bows The copious seed Its golden ears Of future years. 3 So, saith the God of grace, My gospel shall descend, Almighty to effect The purpose I Millions of souls

intend:

THE CHURCH.

Shall feel its power, Tomillions more.

HYMN 192. 6. 4.

Bermondsey, Hymn to the Trinity.

Worthy the Lamb. 1 Get earth and skies reply, LORY to God on high!

Praise ye his name:
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing aloud evermore,
Worthy the Lamb.

2 Jesus, our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load,

Praise ye his name:

Tell what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won:
Sing his great name alone;
Worthy, the Lamb.

3 While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one

Praising his name;

Those who have felt his blood
Sealing their peace with God,
Sound his dear fame abroad,

Worthy the Lamb.

4 Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy Lord to bless;
Praise ye his name:
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb.

And spread their wings to shelte Thus saith the Lord to his elect, [then "So will I guard Jerusalem." 2 And what then is Jerusalem, This object of his tender care? Where is its worth in God's esteem Who built it?-Who inhabits there! 3 Jehovah founded it in blood, The blood of his incarnate Son; There dwell the saints, once foes to God, The sinners whom he calls his own. 4 There, though besieg'd on every side, Yet much belov'd, and guarded well; From age to age, they have defy'd The utmost force of earth and hell 5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, This city has a sure defence; Her name is call'd, "THE LORD I! THERE;"

And who has power to drive them hence?