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Sin and want we come confessing,
Thou canst save and thou canst heal.
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow near us fly,
Angel-guards from thee surround us,
We are safe, if thou art nigh.

e 2 Though the night be dark and dreary,
-Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be;
Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn, in heaven awake us,
s Clad in light and deathless bloom.

HYMN 433. L. P. M.



St. Helen's. [*]

Thanksgiving for National Prosperity.
OW rich thy gifts, Almighty King!
From thee our public blessings spring;
The extended trade, the fruitful skies,
The treasures liberty bestows,

s The eternal joys the gospel shows,—
All from thy boundless goodness rise.

-2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store,
Which pours from every foreign shore;
Science and art their charms display;
Religion teaches us to raise

s Our voices to our Maker's praise,

As truth and conscience point the way. u 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs;

Here still may God in mercy reign; Crown our just counsels with success, With peace and joy our borders bless, And all our sacred rights maintain.


HYMN 434. 7s. Benevento. [b or *] New-year's Day.

P1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun

Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here:

Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;

We a little longer wait-
But how little, none can know.

o 2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind,-
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Lord, our expectations raise-
All below is but a dream.


3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Former kindnesses renew:

From this moment may we live
With eternity in view:

Bless the word to young and old :
Shed abroad a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.


HYMN 435. P. M. Amesbury. [* or b]

o 1

MOME, let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,

And never stand still, till the Master appear.
2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. -3 Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
4 The arrow is flown; the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
8 5 0 that each in the day of his coming may say,
"I have fought my way through;

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do." 6 0 that each, from his Lord, may receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done;

"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

e 1

HYMN 436. C. M. Canterbury. [b]
Reflections on the State of our Fathers.

OW swift the torrent rolls,


Which bears us to the sea!

The tide which hurries thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!

2 Our fathers, where are they,

With all they called their own?

Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honour gone.

3 But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought,
While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.

e 4 There, where the fathers lie
Must all the children dwell;
No other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.

-5 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!

While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to thee commend.

6 Of all the pious dead

May we the footsteps trace,

s Till with them, in the land of light,

We dwell before thy face.


HYMN 437. L. M. Dresden. [b or *]

p 1


The Knell.

FT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each from every trifle fly,
And ask, "Am I prepared to die?"

e 2 Soon, leaving all I love below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

3 O could I bear to hear him say,
"Depart, accursed, far away;
"With Satan, midst the flames of hell,
"Thou art forever doomed to dwell!"

4 Saviour! O help me now to see
And place my hope alone in thee;
Thy cleansing blood, thy spirit give,
Subdue my sins, and bid me live!
5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought alarming be,
"Perhaps it next may toll for me.'

8 6 Rather my spirit would rejoice,
And wish and long to hear thy voice;
Glad, when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine!


HYMN 438. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] A Thought of Eternity.

p1 W Derwhelmed with guilt and fear,

THEN, rising from the bed of death,

I see my Maker face to face,
O, how shall I appear?

-2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought;

g 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed


In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O, how shall I appear?


HYMN 439. S. M.


Olmutz. [*]

W1 from my grave shall rise,

AKED by the trumpet's sound,

And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.

2 Who can resolve the doubt, That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the lost cast out,

Or numbered with the blest?

30 thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die;

Who diedst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery ;-

4 Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe !

That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear.


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-2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair!

For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

s 4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,

Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

5 Prepare us, Lord! by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

HYMN 441.



Lanesboro'. [b or *]

The Heavenly Rest.

HERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
"There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast,
"Tis found above-in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.

s 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,


And all serene in heaven.

s 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,

And joys supreme are given;

There, rays divine disperse the gloom :-
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.


HYMN 442. C. M.
The Heavenly Jerusalem.




Tolland. [*]

Rev. xxi, 22.

ERUSALEM, my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?

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