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Christ, in all his Characters, Offices, and Relations, is precious. In these superior excellencies, this edition is, I hope, equal to any that has yet appeared; and will, with Doctor Watts's Psalms and Hymns, in four books, be sufficient for any church of Christ, in any circumstances, and on all subjects. The subjects in this volume, which are various, are adapted to console the saint and awaken the sinner— are suited equally for the public worship of God, the tloset, and the family. And, as singing in families is an uncommon, though necessary part of worship, I embrace this opportunity of presenting to the reader the words of an old writer:—“As the increase or decay of christian piety is generally accompanied with the use or neglect of family worship, so the duty is more or less defective as singing in families is more or less used. If christians would but consider the great necessity and usesultiess of this duty, and the decay of religion and piety that attends the neglect of it; and if they had a due regard to their own souls, the good of mankind, and the glory of God, surely they could not make so light of it. I wish that all who make a profession of religion would more seriously consider the happiness that results from it. The tloset is a sweet employment, but we should not, by any means, cause family worship and singing to be neglected thereby. Why should we be ashamed to let our neighbours know that we owned and praised God in our families as well as in our churches 2 The fear of being thought singular appears to be one great cause of this neglect. If those persons would consider how great a Benefactor Almighty God is to them, they would find no reasonable plea for the neglect of it. Let every one consider that the most ready and effectual means to make it universal is, for every
family to begin. So let our light shine that others also may glorify our Father which is in heaven. I appeal to any religious person, whether they have not been much affected when (as they occasionally walked the streets) they have heard a family thus employed. The occasion of the Jailor's conversion, was by the sing:
ing of Paul and Silas; and we know not how many
persons may be converted by our practising this duty; and this I may say, that it is a very ready way to discountenance profane sofigs and to promote religion.
O that it could be said of us, as it was of the primi
tive christians, who, instead of profane songs, used
nothing but spiritual and divine hymns; so that, (as St. Jerom relates of the place where he lived,) you
could not go into the field, but you might hear the ploughman at his hallelujahs, the mower at his hymns, and the vine dresser singing David's Psalms.”
I deem it unnecessary to make any apology for taking many of the following hymns from authors who
differ in doctrinal sentiments from myself, and the
churches with which I am connected. The hymus,
themselves, superior in their kind, and on subjects in
which all real christians agree, must and will be their own apology.
Committing all my imperfect, but well meant labors,
to the blessing of God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, whose honor alone has, I trust, been my mo
tive for engaging in them, and to the candor of the christian church, I remain with unceasing affection, to all that love the Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity,
their brother and servant, for Jesus' sake.
John DoDELL. Poole, Dorsch, March 1st, 1806.
T0 FIND ANY HYMN BY THE FIRST LINE.
ACCEPT, O Lord our songs of praise
A debtor to mercy alone
All glory to the eternal Three .
Almighty God, while earth and heaven
Aloud we sing the wond’rous grace
And art thou with us, gracious Lord
And may I hope, that when no more
And will the great eternal God
At this unwonted hour, behold
Awake, and sing the song -
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve .
BACKSLIDERS, who your mis’ry feel
Behold the day! th” appointed day—2d part
Behold the gift of God - -
Behold the mighty Saviour comes .
Beside the gospel pool - t;
Blest is the mem'ry of the just
CAN reason comprehend a God
Čome, deatest Lord, and bless this day
Come, tune, ye saints, your noblest strains
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched
DARE we indulge our wrath and strife
Deep are the wounds which sin has made
Deluded souls who think to grasp