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With them our Sovereign thee we own, , Thou God of wisdom, power, and love
And bow the knee before thy throne. We our successes owe.
2Let dove-ey'd peace, with odour'd wing, 2 The thundering horse, the martial band
On us her grateful blessings fing, Without thine aid were vain;
Freedom spread beauteous as the morn, And victory flies at thy command,
And plenty fill her ample horn. To crown the bright campaign.
3 Pour on our Chief thy mercies down, 3 Thy mighty 'arm, unseen, was nigh,
His days with heavenly wisdom crown;

When we our foes assail'd; Dispose his heart, where'er he goes, 'Tis thou hast rais'd our honours high, “To launch the stream that duty shows."

And o'er their hosts prevail'd. 4 Over our Capitol diffuse,

4 To our young race will we proclaim From hills divine, thy welcome deis; The mercies God has shown, While Congress, in one patriot band, That they may learn to bless his name, Prove the firm fortress of our land.

And choose hin for their own. 5 Our magistrates with grace sustain, 5 Thus, while we sleep in silent dust, Nor let them bear the sword in vain; Their fathers God shall be their trust,

When threatening dangers come, Long as they fill their awful seat, Bè vice seen dying at their feet. Their refuge, and their home. 6 Forever from the western sky Bid the destroying angel’ fly!

HYMN 269. L. P. M. Kippis. X With grateful songs our hearts inspire,

Newcourt, Psalın 46. And round us blaze, a wall of 'fire. Thanksgiving for national pirosperity

Tow thy giftsAlmighty King
HYMN 267. L. M.

From thee our public blessings
Antigua, Shoel.
Praise for national peace.

REAT Ruler of the earth and skies,

The extended trade, the fruitful skies, A word of thy almighty breath

The treasures liberty bestows, Can sink the world, or bid it rise ;

The eternal joys the gospel shows, Thy smile is life, thy frown is death.

All from thy boundless goodness rist'a 2 When angry nations rush to arms, 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, And rage, and noise, and tumult reign, Which pours from every foreign shore; And war resounds its dire alarms, Science and art their charms display : And slaughter dyes the hostile plain; Religion teaches us to raise 3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, Our voices to our Maker's praise, And marks their course, and bounds

-As truth and conscience point the way.

3With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, Thy word the angry nations own, To God we raise united songs, And noise and war are heard no more. Here still may God in mercy reign ; 4 Then peace returns with balmy wing ; Crown our just comsels with success, Reviving commerce spreads her sails; With peace and joy our borders bless, The fields are green, and plenty sings And all our sacred rights maintain. Responsive o'er the hills and vales. 5 Thou good, and wise,and righteous Lord, SICKNESS AND RECOVERY. All move subservient to thy will; Both peace and war await thy word, HYMN 270. C. M. Watts. b And thy sublime decrees fulil..

Carolina, Bangor, Wantage.
6 To thee we pay our grateful songs, Complaint and hope under great pain.
Thy kind protection still implore ; 'LORD am paind; but I resign
Oinay our hearts, and lives, and tongues
Confess thy goodness, and adore. T'is grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
HYMN 268. C. M.

Appoints the pains I feel.
Cambridge, Irish.

2 Dark are the ways of providence; Thanksgiving for victory over our enemies. While they who love thee groan: iT ,

Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense 5 And reign'st supreine below, Mysterious and unknown.

their power ;

3 Yet nature may have leave to speak, This is the sun-shine of the soul,

And plead before her God, Without it all is night. Lest th' o'erburden'd heart should break 4 My Lord, my life, O cheer my heart Beneath thine heavy rod.

With thy reviving ray, 4 These mournful groans and flowing And bid these mournful shades depart,

Give my poor spirit ase; (tears And bring the dawn of day!
While every groan my Father hears,
And every tear he sees.

HYMN 273. C. M. Cowper. b 5 is not some smiling hour at hand, The instability of worldly enjoyments.

Durham, Bangor, Windsor. Give it, o God, thy swift corninand, 1 THE

evils that beset our path,

Who can prevent or cure? With ail the joys it brings.

We stand upon the brink of death, Hymn 271. L. M. Cowper. b

When most we seem secure. Bath, German, Old Hundred. 2 If we to-day sweet peace possess, Afflictions sanctified by the word. It soon may be withdrawn; O , ;

Some change may plunge us in distress, Thy gracious covenant, O Lord! Before to-morrow's dawn. It guides me in the peaceful way; | 3 Disease and pain invade our health, I think upon it all the way.

And find an easy prey ; ? What are the mines of shining wealth? And oft, when least expected, wealth The strength of youth, the bloom on Takes wings and flies away. health?

4 The grounds from which we look for What are all joys, compar'd with those, Produce us often pain; [fruit Thine everlasting word bestows ! A worm unseen attacks the root, 3 Long unaliicted, undismay'd,

And all our hopes are vain. In pleasure's path, secure I stray'd : 5 Since sin has fill'd the earth with wo, Thou mad'st me feel thy chast’ning rod, And ereatures fade and die;

And straight I turn'd unto my God. Lord, wean our hearts from things below, 4What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,

And fix our hopes on high. I bless thine hand that caus’d the smart, HYMN 274. L. M. Cowper. b or * It taught my tears awhile to flow; Bint sav'd me from eternal wo.

Leeds, Eaton, Quercy. 50! hadst thou left me unchastis'd,

Calling upon Christ in temptation and affliction.

1THE billows gwell, the winds are high, Thy precept I had still despis’d; And still the snare in secret laid,

Out of the depths to thee I call, Had my unwary feet betray'd.

My fears are great, my strength is small. I love thee, therefore, O my God: 12 Ó Lord, the pilot's part perform ; And breathe tow'rds heaven, thy bright And guide and guard me through the abode ;

storm! Where, in thy presence fully blest,

Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Thy chosen saints forever rest.

Control the waves, say, “Peace-be HYMN 272. C. M. Steele. 6

still !!! Wantage, York, Bangor.

3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, Desiring the presence of God in affliction My soul still hangs her hopes on thee ;

Thy constant love, thy faithful care Look down with pitying eye, Is all that saves me from despair. While with protracted pain opprest, 4 Dangers of every shape and name

I breathe the plaintive sigh. Attend the foilowers of the Lamb, 2 Thy gracious presence, () my God, Who leave the world's deceitful shore, My every wish contains ;

And leave it to return no more. With this, beneath affliction's load, 5 Tho' tempest toss'd, and half a wreck,

My heart no more complains. My Saviour through the foods I seek ; 3 This can my every care control, Let neither winds, nor stormy rain

Gild each'dark scene with light; Force back my shatter'd bark again.

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(YMN 275. C.M. Heginbotham. b or * 3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin Windsor, St. Anns.

By my kedeemer's blood : Comfort in sickness and death.

Now let: my Aesh and soul begin

The honours of my God. WHEN sickness shakes the languid

4 Let me no more my soul beguile Each dazzling pleasure flies;

With sin's deceitful toys: Phantoms of bliss no more obscure Let cheerful hope increasing still Our long-deluded eyes.

Approach to heavenly joys. 2 Then the tremendous arm of death 5 My thankful lips shall loud proclaim Its hated sceptre shows;

The wonders of thy praise, And nature faints beneath the weight And spread the savour of thy name Of complicated woes.

Where'er I spend my days. 3 The tottering frame of mortal life 6 On earth let my example shine, Shall crumble into dust;

And when I leave this state, Nature shall faint-but learn, my soul! May heaven receive this soul of mine On nature's God to trust.

To bliss supremely great. 4 The man, whose pious heart is fix'd On his all-gracious God,

HYMN 278. L.M. Watts's Sermons. * In every frown may comfort find,

Luton, Wells, Portugal.
And kiss the chast’ning rod.

The privileges of the living above the dead. 5 Nor him shall death itself alarm; 'A WAKE, my zeal, awake, my love, On heaven his soul relies;

To serve my Saviour here below, With joy he views his Maker's love, And holy angels cannot do.

In works which perfect saints above And with composure dies.

2 Awake, my charity, to feed HYMN 276. C. M. Doddridge. b or *

The hungry soul, and clothe the poor :

In heaven are found no sons, of need, St. Davids, Dundee.

There all these duties are no more. Praise for recovery from sickness. OVEREIGN of ife, I own thy hand 3 Subdue thy passions, O my soul! In every chast’ning stroke;

Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, And, while I sinart beneath thay rod, Daily thy rising sins control, Thy presence I invoke.

And be thy victories ever new. 2 To thee, in my distress, I cried, 4 The land of triumph lies on high, And thou hast bow'd thine ear;

There are no foes t' encounter there : Thy powerful word my life prolong'd, Lord, I would conquer till I die, And brought salvation near.

And finish all the glorious war. 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, Let every flying hour confess

Tha!, with the pious throng, I gain thy gospel fresh renown; I may record my solemn vows,

And when my life and labours cease, And tune my grateful song. May I possess the promis'd crown! 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand HYMN 279. L.M. Dodilridge. b or *** Renews our lab'ring breath:

Newcourt, German, Eaton. Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints

The wisdom of redeeming time. Triumphant e’en in death.

1 OD of eternity, from thee HYMN 277. C. M. Watts's Serm. 6 orMoments, and days, and months, and

F Did infant time his being draw; The true inproveinent of life.

Revolve by ihine unvaried law. (years, A Are days and seasons given? | Steady and strong the current flows ; 0 let ine then prepare to be Lost in eternity's wide seaA fitter heir of heaven.

The boundless gulf from whence it rose. 2 In vajn these moments shall not pass, 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men These golden hours be gone:

Before the ' rapid streams, are borne, Lord, I accept thine offer'd grace, On to the everlasting home, I bow before thy throne.

Whence not one soul can e'er r 2 2



4 Yet, while the shore on either side

HYMN 282. S. M.

赛 Presents a gaudy fatt'ring show,

Newton, Shirland, Froome We gaze, in fond amazement lost,

The expiring saint, Nor think to what a world we go.

1 5 Great Source of wisdom! teach my heart

SEE the pleasant bed

Where lies the dying saint:
To know the price of every hour ; Though in the icy arms of death,
That time may bear me on to joys He utters no complaint.
Beyond its measure, and its power. 2. His aspect is serene ;
HYMN 280. C. M. Watts's Lyrics. b) He knows that arın on which he rests

He smiles in joyful hope,
Plympton, Canterbury, London.

Is an unfailing prop.
Death and eternity.

3 He lifts his eyes in love, "My thoughts, that often mount the

To his almighty Friend, skies, Go, search the world beneath,

Whose power from every fear secures, Where nature all in ruin lies,

And guards him to the end. And owns her sovereign-death. 4 He speaks of dying love,

Which his kind Lord display'd, 2 The tyrant, how he triumphs here !

And trusts, though conquer'd now by His trophies spread around!

He shall like him be made. (death, And heaps of dust and bones appear

Through all the hollow ground. 5 He knows his Saviour died, 3 But where the souls, those deathless He looks for victory o'er the grave,

And from the dead arose: That left their dying clay? (things,

And death, the last of foes.. My thoughts, now stretch out all your And trace eternity. [wings,

6 His happy soul is wash'd

In sin-atoning blood : 40, that unfathomable sea! Those deeps without a shore,

Exulting in eternal love, Where living waters gently play,

He wings his way to God." Or fiery billows roar!

HYMN 283. L. M. Fawcett. O 5 There we shall swim in heavenly bliss,

Carthage, Putney. Or sink in flaming waves;

Death of the sinner and saint. While the pale carcass breathless lies

1 Among the silent graves.

WHAT scenes of horrour and of

HYMN 281. C. M. Watts's Sermons. b) Await the sinner's dying bed!

Death's terrours all appear in sight,
Carolina, York.
Death of kindred improved.

Presages of eternal night!
UST friends and kindred drop 2 His sins in dreadful order rise,

And fill his soul with sad surprise ; And helpers be withdrawn? Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears, While sorrow wich a weeping eye And not one ray of hope appears.

Counts up our comforts gone? 3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast; 2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God! Where er he turns he finds no rest; Our helper and our friend :

Death strikes the blow-he groans and Nor leave us in this dangerous road,

cries Till all our trials end.

And, in despair and horrour-dies. 30 may, our feet pursue the way 4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss : Our pious fathers led !

His soul is fill'd with conscious peace; With love and holy zeal obey A steady faith subdues his fear; The counsels of the dead.

He sees the happy Canaan near. #Let us be wean'd from all below, 5 His mind is tranquil and serene, Let hope our grief expel,

No terrours in his looks are seen ; While death invites our souls to go His Saviour's smile 'dispels the gloom,

Where our best kindred dwell, And smooths his .passage to the tomb.

Mustand die ?

6 Lord, make my faith and love sincere, HYMN 286. C. M. Doddridge. b or *

My judgment sound,my conscience clear; Plympton, Hymn Second, York,
And when the toils of life are past,

Death of a minister,
May I be found in peace at last.

1 Now
Tow let our drooping hearts revive,

And all our tears be dry; HYMN 284. C. M. Doddridge. Why should those eyes be drown'd in Canterbury, Carolina.

Which view a Saviour nigh? [grief, On the death of children.

2 What tho' the arm of conquering death 'YE mourning saints,

whose streaming

Does God's own house invade ? tears

What though the prophet, and the priest, Flow o'er your children dead,

Be number'd with the dead? Say not in transports of despair, That all your hopes are Aed. 3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,

The aged, and the young2 While cleaving to that darling dust, The watchful eye in darkness clos’d, In fond distress ye lie,

And mute the instructive tongue;Rise, and, with joy and reverence, view,

A heavenly Parent nigh. 4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, 3“I'll give the mourner,"saith the Lord, His eye still guides us, and his voice

New comfort to impart; “In my own house a place:

Still animates our heart, “No name of daughters and of sons

« Could yield so high a grace. 5“ Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord, 4“ Transient and vain is every hope - For I will ne'er forsake my own

My church shall safe abide ; “A rising race can give;

" Whose souls in me confide." "In endless honour and delight, My children all shall live.”.

6 Through every scene of life and death, 5We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,

This promise is our trust;

And this shall be our children's song, Through which thy face we see; And bless those wounds which through

When we are cold in dust. our hearts,

HYMN 287. L.M. Watts's Lyrics. b Prepare a way to thee.

Bath, Armley, Putney. HYMN 285. C. M. Steele. b or * On the death of friends. China, York, Carolina, Chelsea.

FAREWELL, dear friend, a short Death of a young person. 1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch’a Till we shall meet again above, By death's resistless hand, [away And trees of life bear fruits of love.

Where endless joys and pleasures dwel', Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,

Which pity must demand. 2 There glory sits on every face, 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, There friendship smiles in every eye, O may this truth, imprest

There shall our tongues relate the grace With awful power-Í too must die That led us homeward to the sky.

Sink deep in every breast. 30'er all the names of Christ our King 3 Let this vain world engage no more :

Shall our harmonious voices rove; Behold the gaping tomb !

Our harps shall sound from every string It bids us seize the present hour! The wonders of his bleeding love.

To-morrow death may come. 4 How long must we lie lingering here, 4 The voice of this alarming scene While saints around us take their flight; May every heart obey ;

Smiling they quit this dusky sphere, Nor be the heavenly, warning vain, And mount the hills of heavenly light.

Which calls to watch and pray. 5 Come, sovereign Lord, dear Saviour, 50 let us fly, to Jesus fly,

come ; Whose powerful arm can save;

Remove these separating days; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, Send thy bright wheels to fetch us home; and triumph o'er the grave.

That golden hour, how long it stays!

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