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HYMN 73. B. 1. L. M. 541}
*16 Our Lord into his garden comes, Winchester, Newcourt.. Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes; The Church's beauty in the eyes of Christ.
And calls us to a feast divine, KIND is the speech of Christ our Lord, Sweeter than honey, milk or wine.
Affection sounds in every word ; 17 Eat of the tree of life, my friends, “Lo, thou art fair, my love,” he cries; "Not the young.doves have sweeter eyes.
“ The blessings that my Father 'sends ;
“ Your taste shall all my dainties prove, 2["Sweetare thy lips, thy pleasing voice " And drink abundance of
" Salutes mine ear with secret joys ; " No-spice so much delights the smell, Jesus, we will frequent thy board, “. Nor milk nor honey tastes so, well.] And sing the bounties of our Lorá:
Bat the rich food on which we live 3^ Thou art all fair, my bride, to me; Demands more praise than tongués cán “I will behold no spot in thee." What mighty wonders love performs,
give.] And puts a comeliness on worms!
HYMN 175. B. 1. L. M.' ** 4 Defil'd and loathsome as we are,
Winchester, Luton. He makes us white, and calls us fair ; The description of Christ, the belovedi Adorns us with that heavenly dress, His graces, and his righteousness.
1 THE wond'ring world inquires to know 5" My sister, and my spouse,” he cries, “What are his charms," say they, above
Why I should love my Jesus so; “ Bound to my heart by various ties, “The objects of a mortal love?" " Thy powerful love my heart retains “In strong delight and pleasing chains.' | 2 Yes, my beloved, to my sight, & He calls me from the leopard's den, All human beauties, all divine,
Shows a sweet mixture, red and white; From this wide world of beasts and men, In my, beloved meet and shine. To Sions. where his glories are: Not Lebanon is half so fair.
3.White is his soul, from blemish free; Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains, Red with the blood he shed for mé; Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains, The fuirest-of ten thousand fairs ; Shall hold my feet, or force my stay, A. sun among ten thousand stars. When Christ- invites my soul away. 4.[His head the finest gold excels;
There wisdom in perfection dwells, HYMN 74. B. 1. L. M. 542} Green's Hundredth, Bath.
And glory like a crown adoras
Those temples once beset with thorns. The church the garilen of Christ.
5 Compassions in his heart are found, IWE are a garden wall?d around, Chosen and made peculiar ground, His sacred side no more shall bear
Hard by the signals of his wound: A little spot inclos'd by grace, The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.! Out of the world's wide wilderness, Like trees of myrrh and spice. we stand, 6(His hands are fairer to behold Planted by God the Father's hand ;
T'hai diainonds set in rings of gold ; And all his springs in Sion flow,
Those heavenly hands, that on the tree To make the young plantation grow.
Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come, 7 Though once he bow'd his feeble knees, Blow on this garden of perfume;
Loaded with sinsand agonies, Spirit divine, descend and breathe Now, on the throne of his command,
A gracious gale on plants beneath. His legs like marble pillars stand.) 4 Make our best spices flow abroad, a [llis eyes are majesty and love, To entertain our Saviour God: The eagle temper'd with the dove; And faith, and love, and joy appear, No more shall trickling sorrows roll And every grace be active here. Through those dear windows of his soul. 5 (Let my Beloved come and taste 9His mouth that pour'd out long complaints His pleasant fruits at his own feast: Now smiles and cheers his fainting saints, "I come, my spouse, I come,” he cries, His countenance more graceful is With love and pleasure. in his eyes. Than Lebanon, with all its trees. WATTS,
10 All over glorious is my Lord, 15 In paradise, within the gates,
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HYMN 76. B. 1. L. M.
HYMN 78. B. 1. L. M.
} Eaton, Italy, Rothwell.
Shoel, Newcourt. Christ dwells in heaven, but visits on earth. The strength of Christ's love, and the HEN strangers stand and hear
soul's jealousy of her own. ?W! me tell
1 Who is this fair one in distress, What beauties in my Saviour dwell, And, press'd with sorrows and with sins,
That travels from the wilderness, Where he is gone they fain would know, On her beloved Lord she leans ? That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best beloved keeps his throne
2 This is the spouse of Christ our God, on hills of light, in worlds unknown: And her request, and her complaint
Bought with the treasure of his blood; But he descends, and shows his face
Is but the voice of every saint.) In the young gardens of his grace.
3“0 let, my name engraven stand 3[In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand,
“ Both on thy heart and on thy hand: He feeds among the spicy beds,
“Seal me upon thine arm, and wear Where lilies show their spotless heads.
“That pledge of love forever there. 4 He has engross'd my warmest love ; 4. Stronger than death thy love is known,
" Which floods of wrath could never No earthly charms my soul can move : I have a mansion in his heart,
drown; Nor death nor hell shall make us part.) To quench a fire so much divine.
“And hell and earth in rain combine 5 [He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shows me where his glories are ;
5“ But I am jealous of my heart,
" Lest it should once from theè depart; No chariot of Amminadib
+6 Then let thy name be well impress'd The heavenly rapture can describe.
“ As a fair signet on my breast. 60 may my spirit daily rise
6 "Till thou hast brought me to thy home, On wings of faith above the skies,
66 Where fears and doubts can never come, Till death shall make my last remove, « Thy countnance let me often see, To dwell foro ver with my love.]
" And often thou shalt hear from me. HYMN 77. B. 1. L. M. 7 “Come, my beloved, haste away, 545 Shoel, Castle Street. "Cut short the hours of thy delay;
“Fly like a youthful hart or roe The love of Christ to the Church, inchis language “Over the hills where spices grow."
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Appears the King, and thus he says, ""How fair my saints are in my sight, '"My love how pleasant for delight!" TIMES AND SEASONS. 2 Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord,;
There's heavenly grace in every word
HYMN 79. B. 1. L, M.
A morning hymn.
1 GOD of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, 4 These are the joys he lets us know
And like a giant doth rejoice In fields and villages below:
To run his journey through the skies. Give us a relish of his love,
2 From the fair chambers of the east But keeps his noblest feast above. The circaft of his race begins,
3 Such wondrous love awakes the lip 547}
And, without weariness or 'rest, 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, Round the whole earth he flies and shines.! To thee I rais'd an evening cry : 30, like the gun may 1 fulfil
Thou heard'st when I began to pray, Th' appointed duties of the day,
And thine almighty help was nigh. With ready mind and active will 3 Supported by thine heavenly ajd, March on, and keep my heavenly way. I laid me down, and slept secure : 4 (But I shall rove and lose the race,
Not death should make my heart afraid, If God, my sun, should disappear,
Though I should wake and rise no more. And leave me in this world's wild maze, 4 But God sustain's me all the night; To follow every wandering star.) Salvation doth to God belong; 5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
He rais'd my head to see the light, Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
And make his praise my morning song. Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,
HYMN 81. B. 1. - L. M. X Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 550 6 Give me thy counsel for my guide,
Nantwich, Dunstan. And then receive me to thy bliss;
A song for morning or evening. All my desires and hopes beside MY
Y God, how endless is thy love! Are faint and cold, compar'd with this.
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above, 548}
HYMN 6. B. 2. C. M. * Gently distiỉ like early dew.
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ;
Thy sovereign word restores the light, ' NCE more,my soul, the rising day And quickens all my drowsy powers.
31 yield my powers to thy command; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To thee I consecrate my days; To Him that rules the skies.
Perpetual blessings from thine hand 2 Night unto night his name repeats, Demand perpetual songs of praise. wide as the heaven on which he sits, 551} Evening Hymn, Shoel.
PSALM 141. L. M. To turn the seasons round. 3'Tis he supports my mortal frame; Watchfulness and brotherly reproof.
A morning or evening Psalm. My tongue shall speak his praise;
, My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays.
And let my nightly worship rise, 4[On a poor worm thy power might tread, Sweet as the evening sacrifice. And I could ne'er withstand :
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,
Lord, But mercy held thine hand.
From every rash and heedless word; 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Nor let my feet incline to tread Since the last setting sun; The guilty path where sinners lead. And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, 30 may the righteous, when I stray, And yet my moments run.]
Smite and reprove my wandering way; 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Whilst I enjoy the light;
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night.
4 When I behold them press'd with grief,
I'll cry to Heaven for their relief; PSALM 3. L. M. b
And by my warm petitions prove Vinety-seventh Psalm, Putney.
How much I prize their faithful love. A morning psalm.
HYMN 8. B. 2. C. M.
Devizes, Christmas. In this weak state of flesh and blood! A hymn for morning or evening. My peace they daily discompose, COSANNA, with a cheerful sound But my defence and hope is God.
Ten thousand snares attend us round, | Assist the offerings of my tongue And yet secure we stand.
To reach the lofty skies. 2 That was a most amazing power, 2 Through all the dangers of the day
That rais'd us with a word, Thy hand was still my guard, And every diy, and every hour And still to drive my wants away We lean upon the Lord.
Thy mercy stood prepar’d.) 3 The evening rests our weary, head, 3 Perpetual blessings from above
And angels guard the room; Encompass me around, We wake, and we adınire the bed But O, how fèw returns of love
That was not made our toinb. Hath my Creator found ! 4 The rising morning can't assure 4 What have I done for him that died.
That we shall end the day; To save my wretched soul? For death stands ready at the door, How are my follies multiplied, To seizé our lives away.
Fast as my minutes roll! 5 Our breath is forfeited by · sin 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, To God's avenging law;
To thy dear cross I fee, We own thy grace, immortal King, And to thy grace my soul resign, In every gasp we draw.
To be renew!d by thee. 6 God is our sun, whose daily light| Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood,
Our joy and safety brings ; I lay me down to rest, Our feeble flesh lies safe at night As in th' embraces of my God, Beneath his shady wings.
Or on my Saviour's breast.
PSALM 4. C: M...
.An evening psalm.
ORD, thou wilt hear me when I And every evening shall make known I fear before thee all the day,
(pray ; Some fresh memorial of his grace.
Nor would I dare to sin. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 2 And while I rest my weary head, And I, perhaps, am near my home;
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed.
With my own heart and thee. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; Peace is the pillow for my head;
3 I pay this evening sacrifice; While well appointed angels keep
And when my work is done, Their watchful stations round
Great God, my faith and hope relies bed. my
Upon thy grace alone. 4 In vain the sons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things;
4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to
I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Epeace, My God in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings.
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep. 5[Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy presence ne'er depart;
PSALM 139. 34 Part. C. M. And in the morning make me hear
Braintree, Arlington. The love and kindness of thy heart.
The mercies of God innumerable. 6 Thus when the night of death shall come
An evening psalm.
ILORD,when I count thy mercies ofer, With sweet salvation in the sound.]
They strike me with surprise ;
Not all the sands that spread the shore IIYMN4. B.2, C. M. *
To equal numbers rise.554} Barby, Bedford.
2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, An evening song.
the product of thy skill; Like holy incense risc; [song,
DREAP Sovereign, lei my evening and hourly blessings from thy hands
3 These on my heart by night I keep;15 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,
How kind, how dear to me! Promise a joyful crop ; Omay the hour that ends my sleep, The parched grounds look green again, Still' find my thoughts with thee. And raise the reaper's hope.
6 The various months thy goodness crowns; 557}
PSALM 63. 2d Part. C. M. * How bounteous are thy ways;
The bleating docks spread o'er the downs, Midnight thoughts recollected. And shepherds shout thy praise. ’TY
WAS in the watches of the night
PSALM 65. 2d Part. C.M. * I kept thy lovely face in sight
Peterborough, Colchester. Amid the darkest hour.
The providence of God in air, earth, "My flesh lay resting on my bed ;
and sea; or,
the blessing of rain. My soul arose on high ;
I'TIS by thy strength the mountains My God, my life, my hope," I said, God of eternal power! (stand,
Bring thy salvation nigh.” The sea grows calm at thy command, 3 My spirit labours up thine hill, And tempests cease to roar.
And climbs the heavenly road : 2 Thy morning light and evening shade But thy right hand upholds me still, Successive comforts bring;
While I pursue my God. Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, 4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head Thy flowers adorn the spring.
The shadow of thy wings; 3 Seasons and times,and moons and hours, My heart rejoices in thine aid ; Heaven, earth, and air are thine;
My tongue awakes and sings. When clouds distil in fruitful showers, 5. But the destroyers of my peace
The Author is divine. Shall fret and rage in vain ; 4 Those wandering cisterns in the sky, The tempter shall forever cease, Borne by the winds around,
And all my sins be slain. With watery treasures well supply 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death,
The furrows of the ground. And send them down to dwell 5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, In the dark caverns of the earth, And ranks of corn appear; Or to the deeps of hell.
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year. THE SEASONS OF THE YEAR.
PSALM 147. 2d Part. L. M. *
Portugal, Antigua. 558} St. David, Cambridge.
Summer and winter. The blessings of the spring ; or, God gives rain. 1 LET Sion praise the mighty God, A pealm for the Husbandman.
And make his honours known abroad,
6. For sweet the joy, our songs to raise, Good is the Lord, the heavenly King,
“ And glorious is the work of praise.' Visits the pastures every spring,
20ur children are secure and blest ; And bids the grass appear.
Our shores have peace, our cities rest; 2 The clouds, like rivers, rais’d on high, He feeds our sons with finest wheat, Pour out, at thy command,
And adds his blessing to their meat. Their watery blessings from the sky, 3 The changing seasons he ordains,
To cheer the thirsty land, The early and the latter rains ; 3 The soften'd ridges of the field
His fakes of snow like wool be sends, Permit ‘the corit to spring;
And thus the springing corn defends, The valleys rich provision yield, 4 With hoary frost he strews the ground;
And the poor labourers sing. His hail descends with clattering sound. 4 The little hills, on every side,
Where is the man, so vainly bold, Rejoice at falling showers;
That dares defy his dreadful cold. The meadows,dress’d in all their pride, 5 He bids the southern breezes blow:
Perfume the air with flowers, Tho icę dissolves, the waters dow;
Psalm 65. 3d Part: C. M. X 560}