Since thou a pitying ear didst give,

And heard'st me when I pray'd :
I'll call upon thee whilst I live,

And never doubt thy aid.
Pale death, with all its ghastly train,

My soul encompass'd round,
Anguish, and sin, and dread, and pain

On ev'ry side I found.
To thee, O Lord of life ! I pray'd,

And did for succour flee;
“O save" (in my distress I said,)

« The soul that trusts in thee !" How good thou art ! how large thy grace!

How ready to forgive !
The helpless thou delight'st to raise,

And by thy love I love.
Then, O my soul ! be never more

With anxious thoughts distrest,
God's bounteous love doth thee restore

To ease, and joy, and rest.
My eyes, no longer drown’d in tears,

My feet from falling free,
Redeem'd from death and guilty fears,

O Lord ! I live to thee.

Hymn 60.

C. M.
WHEN all the mercies of my God,

My rising soulsurveys,
Why, my cold heart, art thou not lost

In wonder, love, and praise?

H

Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redrest,
While in the silent wonıb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy goodness lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd, Before iny

infant heart conceiv'd
From wbom those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp'ry paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe

And led me up to man.
Through bidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they.
Through ev'ry period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,

The pleasing theme renew.
Through all eternity, to thee

A grateful song I'll raise ; But oh! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.

SUPPLEMENT.

Hymn 61. P. M.

For Advent.
LAMB of God, that in the bosom

Of the Father dwellest higli,
Deigu to visit humble sinners

From thy rest above the sky. God incarnate ! leave thy glory,

Nor abhor the Virgin's womb; Spread salvation like a river ;

Jesus let thy kingdom come. Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven to earth come down ; Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus thou art all compassion,

Pure unbounded love thou art : Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every trembling heart. Shepherds, did you bear him coming,

Whilst you kept your flocks by night ? Did you see his Star in heav'n

Blaze with new created light?
Haste, ye Magi, come and worship;

See the orient Star before,
Bring your presents, gold and spices,

Blest Arabia's balmy store.

All ye joyous hosts of heav'n,

Loudly speak the Saviour's praise ;
Saints and angels in full chorus,

Your seraphic voices raise.
Come, O come, your Hallelujahs

In wide echoing songs proclaim;
Heav'n and earth with joy resounding

Praise the blest Redeemer's name.

CH

Hymn 62. P. M.

For Christmas Day. CHRISTIANS! awake, lift up your heads,

Salute the happy morn: Each heav'nly pow'r proclaims the glad hour ;

Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born,
Then let us join the beav'ns above,

Where hymping seraphs sing;
Join all the glad powers, for their Lord is

ours, Our Prophet, our Priest and our King.

Where shepherds watch their flocks by night,

Are joyful tidings given;
And gladly to earth is Jesus's birth

Proclaim'd with hosaunas from heaven.
Then let us join, &c.

The wise men guided by a star,

The wond'rous truth explore ; Their presents they bring to the new-born King,

They see him and humbly adore. Then let us joiu, &c.

Hymn 63. C. M.

For Christmas Day.
EHOLD! he comes ! the promis'd seed !

God's well beloved Son fulfils

The sure prophetic word.
Surrounded by no earthly pomp,

He seeks no earthly throue ;
By meekness, patience, truth, and love,

His dignity is shown.

Prepare ye then your songs of praise,

To bail th' incarnate King!
He comes! the promis'd Saviour comes !

Your glad honannas bring.

“ All glory be to God on high ;

“And heav'nly peace on earth ; “Goodwill to man,” with angels sing,

At your Redeemer's birth.

Hymn 64.

P. M.
ONGS of praise the angels sang;

Heav'n with hallelujabs rang;
When Jehovab's work begun,
When be spake, and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born ;
Songs of praise arose when he
Captive led captivity.