1 2 3 YE 575.91 (duke xii. 354–38.) dotew. w/T & Let all your lamps be bright,038 91T And trim the golden flameblodā ba▲ Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name. I of tot veil vaM ¿ And ready all appear. T In such a posture found; He shall his Lord with rapture see,? And be with honour crown'd. Jthe slid W 576. 1 GREA (DEUT, Xxiii. 9.) L. M. YREAT God of heaven and nature, rise, See Britain bow before thy face, 2 No arm of flesh we make our trust; 999ll & I 3 Our guilt might draw thy vengeance down? A NN 4 Forgive the follies of our times, And purge our land from all its crimes; 577. (JOEL i. 14.) C. M. 1 SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 3 Great God! and why is Britain spar'd, O make thy awful warnings heard, 4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 578. (PSALM XC. 3-9.) 7's. 1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, 2 Fixt in an eternal state, They have done with all below; But how little--none can know. 3 As the winged arrow flies, 5 Thanks for mercies past receive, 579. 1 THE HE Lord of earth and sky,i) & Who reigns enthron'd on high, Who lengthens out our trial here,,enang ( ♪ spares us yet another year. And 2 3 Barren and wither'd trees, We cumber'd long the ground; buħ. No fruit of holiness On our dead souls was found: Yet doth he us in mercy spare, When justice gave the word The pity of our Lord, Cried, Let it still alone tab wred yodT The Father mild inclines his earli And 1 580. A ND now, my soul, another year, gh I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last. 2 Awake, my soul, with utmost care Thy true condition learn! ** [ કે, What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair, 3 Now a new scene of time begins, With zeal pursue the heavenly road, I AND is this life prolong'd to me? Oh, let me then prepare to be C. M. l & JT 2 In vain these moments shall not pass, Lord, I accept thine offer'd grace, 3 Now cleanse my soul from every sin, Now let my flesh and soul begin 4 My thankful lips shall loud proclaim The wonders of thy praise, .088 And spread the savour of thy name," Ɑ 5 On earth let my example shine And when I leave this state, May heaven receive this soul of mine olew A £ To bliss supremely great. ioza smj vdT nd vikers 1sdW 582. (PSALM 147.) 300 Mən A 1 WITH songs and honours sounding loud,1 2 Address the Lord on high; 9 392 Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, loo 2 He sends his showers of blessings downersⱭ + To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, W 3 His steady counsels change the face. I Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, 1 Descend and clothe the ground; aval S The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends his word, and melts the snow; He calls the warmer gales to blow, zm va |