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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 !

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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,
“ Sister spirit, come away.”.
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me my soul can this be death?

The world recedes, it disappears,
Heav'n opens on my eyes, my ears

With sounds seraphic ring,
Lend, lend your wings !-I mount, I fy!.
O grave! where is thy victory?

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,
Expos'd to error, want, disease,
And vice, more fatal still than these,
Your fost'ring care our bosoms cheer'd,
Our infant minds with learning stor’d;
For you our hands to heav'n we raise,
With grateful hearts in pray'r and praise,

may your bosoms doubly know
The joys your lib'ral acts bestow,
And long, through years revolving, prove
The blessings of fraternal love,
That to the humane heart is giv’n,
A foretaste of the bliss of heav’u.
For you our hands to beav'n we raise
With grateful hearts in pray'r and praise.

Hymn 55.

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 !
Eternal truths attend thy word ;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Tili suns shall rise to set no more.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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?
O let not this dear refuge fail,

This only safe retreat.
Absent from thee, my guide, my light,

Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,

How desolate my way!
O shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of shine !
And let thy healing voice impart

A taste of joy divine.


Thy presence only can bestow

Delights which ne'er can cloy;
Be this my solace here below,

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 !

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