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Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd ; 12 His conscience knows no secret stings, That mercy I adore.

While peace and joy combine 3 In each event of life, how clear

To form a life whose holy springs Thy ruling hand I see !

Are hidden and divine. Each blessing to my soul most dear. 3 He waits in secret on his God; Because conferr'd by thee.

His God in secret sees : 4 In every joy that crowns my days, Let earth be all in arms abroad, In every pain I bear,

He dwells in heavenly peace. My heart shall find delight in praise, 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Or seek relief in prayer.

Beyond this world and time, 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, Where neither eyes nor ears have been,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Nor thoughts of sinners climb. Resign’d,when storms of sorrow lower, 5. He wants no pomp-nor royal throne

My soul shall meet thy will. To raise his figure here; 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, Content and pleas'd to live unknown The gathering stormy shall see;

Till Christ, his life, appear. My steadfast heart shall know no fear;16 He looks to heaven's eternal hill That heart will rest on thee. To meet that glorious day ;

But patient waits his Saviour's will HYMN 156. L M. H. K. Whire. To fetch his soul away.

Eaton, Leeds, China.
The ar of Bethlehem.

· Hymn 158. 7s. Cowper. 1 WHEN marshall’d on the nightly Temptd, but flying to Christ the refuge.

Hotham, Bath-Abbey.

ESUS. of
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

While the raging billows roll, –

While the tempest still is high! 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, Hide me, () my Saviour, hide,

From every host, from every gem : Till the storm of life is past; But one alone the Saviour speaks, Safe into the haven guide ; It is the star of Bethlehem.

O, receive my soul at last. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, (dark, 2 other refuge have I none

The storm was loud, the night was Hangs my helpless soul on thee; he ocean yawn'd, and rudely blowd Leave, ah!' leave me not alone, The wind that toss'd my foundering Still support and comfort me : bark.

Ah my trust on thee is stay'd, 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, All my help from thee I bring:

Death-struck. I ceas á the tide to stem: Cover my defenceless head
When suddenly a star arose,

With the shadow of thy wing. It was the star of Bethlehem. 5 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 5 It was my guide, my light, my all,

All iix all in thee I find! It bade my dark forebodings cease;

Raise the fallen, cheer the, faint, And through the storm and danger's

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. It led me to the port of peace. [thrall, Just and holy is thy name, 6 Now safely moor’d-my perils o’er, vile and full of sin I am,

I am all unrighteousness,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem;
Forever and forevermore,

Thou art full of truth and grace. The star--the star of Bethlehem!

HYMN 159. C. M. Stede. b or *

Dorset, Windsor, St. Anns. HYMN 157. C. M. Watts's Sermons. *

Walking in darkness, and trusting in Gordo Stade, Abridge. The hidden life of a Christian.

HEAR,gracious God, my humble moan,

To thee I breathe my sighs: O HAPPY.souls that lives con high; When will the mournful night be gone ? His hopes are fix'd above the sky; 2My God_could I make the claimAnd faith forbids his fear.

My Father and my friend,


And call thee mine, by every name 3 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,

On which thy saints depend ! I fear to call thee mine; 3 By every name of power and love, The springs of comfort seem to fail, I would thy grace entreat:

And all my hopes decline. Nor should my humble hopes remove, 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Nor leave thy sacred seat.

Thou art my only trust; 4 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns,

And still my soul would cleave to thee, Thy word is all my stay ;

Though prostrate in the dust. Here I would rest till light returns, Thy preserce makes my day.

HYMN 162. 8.7. 4. Fuwcelt.

Tamworth, Littleton. HITMN 160. C. M. Newton. bor * Cast down, yet-hoping in God.

St. Davids, Dundee; York. O that I were as in months past. Wherefore art thou thus cast dowu? SW

WEET was the time, when first I felt Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness,

The Saviour's pardoning blood Bid thy restless fears be gone; Apply'd to cleanse iny soul from guilt, Look to Jesus,

And bring me home to God.. And rejoice in his dear name. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal’d, 2 What though Satan's strong temptations

His praises tund my tongue ; Vex and grieve thee day by day, And when the evening shades prevail'd And thy sinful inclinations His love was all my song.

Often fill thee with dismay ; 3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles; Thou shalt conquer,

The world no more could charm; Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, And lean'd upon his aim.

Froin without and from within ; 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, Jesus saith, he'll ne'er forget thee, And saw his glory shine ;

But will save from hell and sin : And when I read his holy word,

He is faithful I call'd each promise mine.. To perform -his gracious word. 5 Now, when the evening shade prevails, |4 Though distresses now attend thee, My soul in darkness mouros;

And thou tread'st the thoray road; And when the morn the Night reveals, His right hand shall still defend thee; No light to me returns.

Svon' he'll bring thee home to God! 6 My prayers are now a chattering noise, Therefore praise him, For Jesus hides his face ;

Praise the great Redeemer's name. I read, the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case.

HYMN 163. Ļ M. Newton, X 7 Now Satan threatens to prevail,

Portugal, Dunstan, Bath. my his

Prayer answered by crosses.


Might more of his salvation know, HYMN 161. C. M. Strele. * And-seek, more earnestly, his face.

Charmouth, Canterbury, Bedford 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, Troubled, but making God a refuge.

And he, I trust, has answered prayer'; ID

EAR Refuge of my weary soul, But it has been in such a way
On thee, when sorrows rise,

As almost drove me to despair. On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour My, fainting hope relies.

At once he'd answer my request; 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, And by his love's constraining power

For thou alone canst heal; Subdue my sins, and give me rest. Thy word can bring a sweet relief 4 Instead of this, he made me feel For every pain I feel

The hidden evils of my heart,

Vet Lord, thy mercies cannot fail." I in Faith, and love, and every grace;



And let the angry powers of hell My soul forgets the heavenly prizt! Assault my sou in every part.

And treads the downward road 5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seem'd 4 Great God, create my soul anew, Intent to aggravate my wo;

Conform my heart to thine, Cross'd all the fair designs I schem’d, Melt down my will, and let it flow, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. And take the mould divine. 6" Lord, why is this?” I trembling cried, 5Then shall my feet no more depart

, “ Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ?” Nor wandering senses rove ; “? Tis in this way,” the Lord replied, Devotion shall be all my heart, " I answer prayer for grace and faith: And all my passions love. 7" These inward trials 1 employ, “ From self and pride to set thee free ;

HYMN 166. L. M. Cowper. ** And break thy schemes of earthly joy,

Eaton, Rothwell. " That thou may’st seek thy all in me.

Reiurn of joy.

1 WHEN darkness long has veiļd my Hymn 164. L. M. Walto's Sermons. *

mind, Dunstan, Roth well, Wells.

And smiling day once more appears; A Christian's treasure. All things.

Then, my Redeemer! then I find OW vast the treasure we possess The folly of my doubts and fears.

How rich thy bounty,King of grace: 2 1 chide my unbelieving heart; This world is ours, and worlds to come!

And blush that I should ever be Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home

Thus prone to act so base a part, 2 Paul is our teacher: while he speaks, Or harbour one hard thought of thee. The shadows flee, the morning breaks, His words like beams of knowledge shine 30, let me then, at length, be taught And fill our souls with light divine. (What I am still so słow to learn.

That God is love, and changes not, 3 Cephas is ours : he makes us feel

Nor knows the shadow of a turo. The kindlings of celestial zeal: While sweet Apollos' charming voice But when my faith is sharply tried,

4 Sweet trath, and easy to repeat; Gives us'a taste of heavenly joys.

I find myself a learner yet, 4. The springing corn, the stately wood, Upskilful, weak, and apt to slide. Grow to provide us house, and food, 5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee Fire, air, earth, water, join their force, Subdues the disobedient will ; All nature serves us in her course.

Drives doubt and discontent away, 5 The sun rolls round to make our day, and thy rebellious worm is still. The moon directs our nightly way; While angels bear us in their arms,

6 Thou art as ready to forgive, And shield us from ten thousand harms.

As I am ready to repine,

Thou therefore all the praise receive; 60 glorious portion of the saints !

Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. Let faith suppress our sore complaints ; And tune our hearts and tongues to sing HYMN 167. C. M. Mrs. Steele. * Our bounteous God, our sovereign King.

Carthage, Hymn 2d.
HYMN 165. C. M. Watts's Lyrics. *

The supreme good.
Barby, York.

1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest The comparison and complaint.

And wanders unconfin'd (wings, 1 INFINITE Power, eternal Lord, Amid th' unbounded scene of things,

Which entertain the mind; All nature. rose ť obey thy word, 2 In vain we trace creation o'er,

And moves at thy command. In search of sacred reet; With steady course thy shining sun The whole creation is too poor,

Keeps his appointed way: Too mean to make us blest. And all the hours obedient run 3 In vain would this low world employ The circle of the day.

Each fattering specious wile; 3 But ah! how wide my spirit flies, There's nought can yield a real joy,

And wanders from her God ! But our Creator's smile.

IN HOW "Sovereiger' is thy hand!

A , .

Let earth and all her charms depart, HYMN 170. L. M. Barbauld. * Unworthy 'of the mind;

Truro,, Shoel, 97th Psalm. In God alone this restless heart

The Christian warfare. An equal bliss can find.

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WAKE, my soul! lift up eyes;

See where thy foes against thee rise HYMN 168. L. M. Scott.

* In long array, a numerous host; Quercy, Carthage, Psalm Ninety-seventh.

Awake, my soul! or thou art lost. Liberty of conscience.

2 See where rebellious passions rage, BSURD and vain attempt! to bind, The meanest foe of all the train

And fierce desires and lusts engage ; To force conviction, and reclaim The wandering, by destructive flame. 3 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;

Perils and snarès beset thee round; 2 Bold arrogance, to snatch from Heaven

Beware of all; guard every part; Dominion not to mortals given! O'er conscience to usurp the throne,

But most, the traitor in thy heart. Accountable to God alone.

4 Come then,my soul! now learn to wield

The weight of thine immortal shield ; 3 Jesus, thy gentle law of love

Put on the armour from above Does no such cruelties approve;

Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. Mild as thyself, thy doctrine 'wields

No arms, but what' persuasion yields. 5 The terror and the charm repel, 4 By proofs divine, and reasons strong,

And powers of earth, and powers of bell; It draws the willing soul along;

The man of Calvary triumph'd here : And conquests to thy church acquires, Why should his faithful followers fear? By eloquence which Heaven inspires.

HYMN 171. C. M. Barbauld. * HYMN 169. L. M. Newton.

Hymn 2d, Barby, Abridge.

The Christian pilgrim. Blendon, Psalm 97th, Castle-Street. Min by nature; grace and glory. 'O'R country is Immanuel's ground,

We seek that promis'd soil: I LORD, what is man! extremes The songs of Sion cheer our hearts, how. wide

While strangers here we toil. In this mysterious nature join ! The flesli, to worms and dust, allied,

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, The soul immortal and divine!

And oft are bath'd in tears ;

Yet nought but heaven our hopes can 2 Divine at first, a holy Aame, And nought but sin our fears. [raise,

Kindled by the almighty's breath; 3 Our powers are oft dissolv'd away Till, stain'd by sin, it soon became The seat of darkness, strife, and death.

In ecstasics of love ;

And while our bodies wander here, 3 But Jesus, O! amazing grace! Our souls are fix'd above.

Assun'd our nature as his own, 4 We purge our mortal dross away, Obey'd and suffer'd in our place, Refining as we run;

Then took it with him to his throne. But while we die to earth and sense 4 Now what is man, when grace reveals

Vur heaven is here begun.
The virtue of a Saviour's blood ?
Again a life divine. he feels,

Despises earth,and walks with God. 5 And what in yonder realms above,

WORSHIP Is ransom'd inan ordain’d to be With honour, holiness, and love, HYMN 172. L. M. Pres. Davies. * No seraph more adorn'd than he.

Bath, Angel's Hymn.' 6 Nearest the throne, and first in song, Private worship.--Self examination, Man shall his hallelujahs raise;

1W THAT strange perplexities arise ; While wondering angels round him What anxious fears and jealousies! throng,

What crowds in doubtful light appear! And swell the chorus of his praise.

How few, alas! approv'd and clean SOPPLEMENT,

X 2

2 And what am I?–My soul, awake, 4 If orphans they are left behind, And an impartial survey take: Thy guardian care we trust; Does no dark sign, no ground of fear, That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, In practice or in heart appear? If weeping o'er their dust. 3 What image does my spirit bear?

Hrmn 175. , 148th. B. Francis, . Is Jesus form'd and living there?

Triumph, Portsmouth. Say, do his lineaments divine

On opening a place of worship. In thought, and word, and action shine ? 1


REAI King of glory, cone, 4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still; And with thy favour crown The secrets of my soul reveal ;

This temple as thy dome, My fears remove : let me appear This people as thy own: To God, and my own conscience,clear. Beneath this roof, odeign to show 5 Scatter the clouds, which o'er my head How God can dwell with men below Thick glooms of dubious terror spread ;|2 Here may thine ears attend Lead me into celestial day,

Our interceding cries, And, to myself, myself display.

And grateful praise ascend, 8 May I at that bless'd world arrive, slive; Here may thy word melodious sound,

All fragrant, to the skies:
Where Christ through all my soul shall
And give full, proof that he is there,

And spread celestial joys around! Without one gloomy doubt or fear. 3 Here may th' attentive throng

Imbibe thy truth and love, Hymn 173. L. M. Doddridge. *

And converts join the song
Portugal, Castle Street.

Of seraphim above,
Family worship.

And willing crowds surround thy board, *. ATHER of all, thy care we bless, With sacred joy and sweet accord peace;

And daughters sound thy praise, From thee they spring, and by thy hand

And shine, like polish'd stones, They have been, and are still sustain'd.

Through long succeeding days; 2To God, most worthy'to be prais’d, Here, Lord, display thy saving power, Be our domestic altars rais'd;- While temples stand, and men adore. Who, Lord of heaven,scorns not to dwell With saints in their obscurest cell. HYMN. 176. L. M. Dodilridge. * 3 To thee may each united house,

Gloucester, Oporto, Newcourt.

On opening a place of w:78'rin. Morning and night, present its vows; Our servants there, and rising race,

REAT God, thy watehful care we

bless, Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace. Which guards our synagogues in peace; 40 may each future age proclaim Nor dare tumultuous foes in vade, The honours of thy glorious name! To fill, our worshippers with dread. While pleas'd and thankful we remove, 2 These walls we - to thy honour raise ; To join the family above.

Long-may they echo to thy praise ; HYMN 174. C. M. Doddridge. * With choicest tokcos of thy grace.

And thou, descending, fill the place Arlington, York, Hymn 2d. Christ's condescending regard to little children. 3 Here let the great . Redeemer reign Selmallis engaging Tharms EE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, With all the graces of his train;

While power divine his word attends, Hark! how he calls the tender lambs, To conquer foes, and cheer his friends. And folds them in his arms!

4 And, in the great decisive day, 2 Perniit them to approach," he cries, When God the nations shall survey, Nor scorn their humble name;

May it before the world appear, " For 'twas to bless such souls as these, That crowds were born to glory here. "The Lord of angels came.

HYMN 177. S. M. S. Stennett.

* 3 We bring them, Lord, hy fervent prayer,

St. Thomas, Pelham. And yield them up to thee; The pleasures of social worship.

OW Chipe let our offspring be!

my Redeemer God


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