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IN innocence I wash my hands, Thine altar with the sacred bands,
Whose tongues thy praises sound.
How oft, inspir’d with warmth divine,
Thy threshold have I trod ! How lov'd the courts whose walls enshrine
The glory of my God.
Pour then, O pour, while thus I tread
The paths by thee prepar'd, The beams of mercy on my bead,
And round me plant thy guard !
TITAL spark of heav'nly flame,
Quit, Oh quit, this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain !-the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life.
Hark! they wbisper-angels say,
The world recedes, it disappears,
With sounds seraphic ring,
Ö death! wbere is thy sting?
Hymn 54. L. M.
For the Charity Children. WH
THEN wand'ring comfortless, and low,
In poverty's dark vale of woe,
may your bosoms doubly know
L. M. FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord !
Hymn 56. C. M. OTHON, whose tender mercy hears Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye! See low before the throne of
grace, A wretched wand'rer mouru : Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, “ Return ?" And shall my guilty fears prevail,
To drive me from thy feet?
This only safe retreat.
Without one cheering ray,
How desolate my way!
With beams of shine !
A taste of joy divine.
Thy presence only can bestow
Delights which ne'er can cloy;
And my eternal joy.
Hymn 57. P. M. THE "HE Lord my pasture sball prepare
And feed me with a shepherd's care, His presence shall
my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary wand'ring steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord! art with me still, Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden streams and herbage crown'd, Aud streams shall murmur all around.
Hymn 58. L. M. O
THOU! to whose all searching sight,
The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart—it pants for thee, O burst these bands and set it free! Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my
affections to the cross ; Hallow each thought, let all within Be clean, as thou, my God, art clean. If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way: No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesu, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head and cheer my
heart. Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee! O let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy bill ! If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
Hymn 59. C. M. OH H thou! who when I did complain,
Didst all my griefs remove; O Saviour, do not now disdain
My humble praise and love !