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Hymn 7. C. M.

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THEN all thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in pray'r.

Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Ere yet my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

Hymn 8. C. M.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear?

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

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought,

When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear ?

But thou hast told my troubl'd mind,
Who does her sins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.

Then see the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late,

And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give my sorrows weight.

For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.

Hymn 9. P. M.

GOD

OD, our strength, to thee we pray;
Turn not thou thy face away;

Gracious to our vows attend,
While the humble knee we bend.

Give us not thy wrath to know,
Nor to feel the vengeful blow,
By thy just decrees assign'd
To the men of impious mind.

Give us, Lord, thy grace to share ;
Feed us with a shepherd's care,
And our pow'r to latest days.
O'er our foes triumphant raise.

While each heart with joy possest,
Dances in the throbbing breast:
And each tongue in grateful lays,
Consecrates to thee its praise.

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Hymn 10. P. M.

O! he comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain,

Thousand, thousand saints attending,

Swell the triumph of his train:

Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign.

See mountains levell'd, vallies rise,
Streams on beds of amber play;
See floods of glory burst the skies,
Kings and kingdoms fade away:
Hallelujah! hail, all hail, immortal day.

Behold Jehovah's mighty car,

Blazing with eternal flame,

Hark! the seraphic songs from far,

Chant the great Redeemer's name;

Hallelujah! echoes thro' the vaulted frame.

See the glorious God descending,
See the angels in array,

Hark! the awful trumpet sounding,

"Come to judgment, come away,

Hallelujah! come to judgment, come away."

"Tis done!—the awful process ended,
Nature's clouds are swept away;
The sun of glory, now descended,
Opens an eternal day:

Hallelujah! hail, all hail, eternal day.

TH

Hymn 11. P. M.

HOU that sitt'st enthron'd above,
Thou, in whom we live and move,
Thou that art most great, most high,
Lord, from all eternity.

O how sweet! how excellent!
"Tis when tongue and heart consent;
Grateful hearts and joyful tongues,
Hymning thee in tuneful songs!

When the morning paints the skies,
When the stars of ev'ning rise,
We thy praises will record,
Sov'reign Ruler! mighty Lord!

Decks the spring with flow'rs the field,
Harvests rich doth autumn yield;
Giver of all good below,

Lord from thee these blessings flow.

Sov'reign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record:
Giver of these blessings! we
Pour the grateful songs to thee.

FIE

Hymn 12. C. M.

NIERCE passions tear the troubl'd mind,
As tempests vex the sea;

But peace and calm content we find,
When, Lord, we turn to thee,

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In vain we try by reason's rule To bend the stubborn will; "Tis only in a Saviour's school

We learn such heav'nly skill.

They, Lord, who sit at thy blest feet,
Thy holy word to hear,

True comfort there are sure to meet,
Nor know one anxious fear.

In dangers they shall find thee nigh,
Their steps secure to lead ;
And still thy love shall strength supply,
Proportion'd to their need.

No more, then, be our transient days
'Midst passion's storms mis-spent ;
Lord, seek me in thy school of grace,
Calm peace and blest content.

Hymn 13. P. M.

ORAISE to God, immortal praise,

PRAIS

For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the sweets that breathe around,
For the flow'rs that paint the ground.

Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of waving grain.
Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that rip'ning warmth diffuse:

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