e 3 Eternal Judge, the action cease; Our lips are seal'd in conscious shame; b 'Tis ours in sackcloth to confess,

And thine, the sentence to proclaim. 4 Ten thousand witnesses arise, Thy mercies and our crimes appear, More than the stars that deck the skies, And all our dreadful guilt declare. e 5 How shall we come before thy face, And in thine awful presence bow? What off'rings can secure thy grace, Or calm the terrours of thy brow? e 6 Thousands of rams in vain might bleed; Rivers of oil might blaze in vain; Or the first-born's devoted head With horrid gore thine altar stain. - But thy own Lamb all-gracious God, Whom impious sinners dar'd to slay! • Has sovereign virtue in his blood To purge the nation's guilt away. -8 With humble faith to that we fly; With that may we be sprinkled o'er ; Trembling no more in dust we lie,

And dread thy hand and bar no more. DODDRIDGE

HYMN 140. L. M. Weldon. [*] Thanksgiving: Seasons crowned with Goodness. Ps. lxv 11. 1 TERNAL Source of every joy!

1E Well may thy praise our lips employ:

While in thy temple we appear,

To hail thee Sovereign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,

7 And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Thro' all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horrour wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.

6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes;
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.

RIPPON'S COL.

HYMN 141. L. M. Green's. [*]

Dedication of a House for Worship. Ps. lxxxvii, 5. ND will the great eternal God,

e 1

AN

On earth establish his abode?
And will he, from his radiant throne,
Avow our temple for his own?

o 2 We bring the tribute of our praise;
And sing that condescending grace,
Which to our notes will lend an ear,
And call us sinful mortals near.

-3 Our Father's watchful care we bless,
Which guards our synagogues in peace!
That no tumultuous foes invade,
To fill our worshippers with dread.
e 4 These walls we to thy honour raise ;
Long may they echo to thy praise;
And thou, descending, fill the place,
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
-5 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the glories of his train;
• While power divine his words attends,
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.

g 6 And in the great decisive day,

When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,

That crowds were born to glory here. DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 142. H. M.

Allerton. [*]

Dedication of a House for Worship.

"N sweet exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;

O'er heaven and earth he reigns,

Through everlasting days;

g He, with a nod, the world controls,
Sustains, or sinks, the distant poles.
e 2 To earth he bends his throne-
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,
And wide his glories shine:

• Fair Salem, still his chosen rest:
Is with his smiles and presence blest.

3 Great King of glory, come,
And with thy favour, crown
This temple as thy dome-
This people as thy own:

Beneath this roof, O deign to show,
How God can dwell with men below.

4 Here may thine ears attend
Thy people's humble cries;
And grateful praise ascend,
All fragrant, to the skies:

• Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

-5 Here may th' attentive throng, Imbibe thy truth and love;

And converts join the song

Of seraphim above:

o And willing crowds surround thy board, With sacred joy, and sweet accord.

-6 Here may our unborn sons And daughters sound thy praise; And shine like polish'd stones, Through long succeeding days: g Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples stand, and men adore.

FRANCIS.

HYMN 143. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] Ordination: Joshua the high Priest. Zech. iii, 6, 7. REAT Lord of angels, we adore

1

And thro' ten thousands sons of light,
Stoops to regard what mortals dɔ.

e 2 Amidst the wastes of time and death,
-Sucessive pastors thou dost raise,

Thy charge to keep, thy house to guide,
And form a people for thy praise.

below;

• 3 The heav'nly natives with delight
Hover around the sacred place;

Nor scorn to learn from mortal tongues
The wonders of redeeming grace.

-4 At length, dismiss'd from feeble clay,
Thy servants join th' angelic band;
o With them, thro' distant worlds they fly;
e With them, before thy presence stand.
o 5 O glorious hope! O blest employ !
• Sweet lenitive of grief and care!
When shall we reach those radiant courts,
And all their joy and honour share?
-6 Yet while these labours we pursue,
Thus distant from thy heavenly throne,
Give us a zeal and love like theirs,

g And half their heaven shall here be known.

HYMN 144. H. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Whitchurch. [*]

Ordination. Ministers a sweet savour to God.2 Cor. ii, 15,16 RAISE to the Lord on high,

Pho spreads his triumphs wide!

• While Jesus' fragrant name
Is breath'd on every side:
-Balmy and rich the odours rise,

o And fill the earth, and reach the skies.
2 Ten thousand dying souls,

Its influence feel-and live;
Sweeter than vital air

The incense they receive:

o They breathe anew, and rise and sing-
• Jesus the Lord, their conquering King.
e 3 But sinners scorn the grace,

That brings salvation nigh:
They turn away their face.

And faint, and fall, and die.
p So sad a doom, ye saints, deplore,
a For O! they fall to rise no more.
4 Yet, wise and mighty God,
Shall all thy servants be,

In those who live or die,

A savour sweet to thee;

• Supremely bright thy grace shall shine,

e Guarded with flames of wrath divine. DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 145. L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]

Gospel Ministry instituted by Christ. Eph. iv, 11,
1F Smile on our homage and our vows;
ATHER of mercies, in thy house,

While, with a grateful heart, we share
These pledges of our Saviour's care.
2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scattered his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.

3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honour'd name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame;

Hence dictates the prophetic sage,
And hence the evangelic page.

4 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,
Pastors from hence and teachers rise:
Who, tho' with feebler rays they shine,
Still gild a long-extended line.
5 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And fed by Christ their graces live:
o While guarded by his potent hand,
'Midst all the rage of hell they stand.
6 So shall the bright succession run,
Through the last courses of the sun;
While unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.
- Jesus our Lord their hearts shall know,
The spring whence all these blessings flow:

o Pastors and people shout his praise,

12.

g Thro' the long round of endless days. DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 146. C. M. Sunday. [*]

Gospel Treasure in earthen vessels.

How rich thy bounty, King of kings!

Thy favours, how divine!

The blessings which thy gospel brings,
How splendidly they shine!

2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys;
Should gold and gems compare,

How mean! when set against those joys,
Thy poorest servants share?

SELECT.

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