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To want with patience, to abound with fear And walk between presumption and despair. Then shall thy blood wash out the stain of guilt, And not in vain, for me, even me, be spilt.

VENI CREATOR: SPIRITUS.

Paraphrased by Dryden.

CREATOR SPIRIT, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come visit every pious mind;.
Come pour Thy joys on human kind;,
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make Thy temples worthy Thee.-

O source of uncreated light,
The Father's promised Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;:
Come, and Thy sacred unction bring
To sanctify us, while we sing..

Plenteous of grace, descend from high,...
Rich in Thy sevenfold energy!
Thou strength of His almighty hand,
Whose power does heaven and earth command,
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who dost the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown'st thy gift with eloquence,

Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts!
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay Thy hand, and hold them down.

Chase from our minds the infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe :
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The FATHER, and the Son, by Thee.

Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name :
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died:
And equal adoration be,

Eternal Paraclete, to Thee.

FOR A CHARITY SERMON.-J. Bowdler, Jun.

GOD, from his throne above the skies,

› This darkling orb surveys;

And bids the sun in glory rise

To cheer a guilty race.

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Alike to court and lowly glen,
Alike to friend and foe,
Freely for all the sons of men,
His daily bounties flow.

Nor rich with mercies less divine,
IMMANUEL'S holy name,

When, Heir and Lord of Judah's line,
The great Deliverer came.

No bounded love, no partial grace,
The heavenly heralds sung;
They told of joy to every race,
Of praise in every tongue.

For wide as ocean ranges round,
And far as winds can rove,
From Salem swell'd the solemn sound
Of pardon, peace, and love.

Oh! then, while winged to Heaven in prayer
Our grateful accents flow,

For all the gifts we freely share,
And all the hopes we know :

Be our's the joy with ready zeal
To hail a Father's will;
The love a Saviour felt to feel,
The work he wrought fulfil.

So through the earth shall mercy reign,

And God, by mercy won, Receive his long-lost world again, The kingdom of his Son.

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THANKFULNESS.-J. Bowdler, Jun.

SING to the LORD with cheerful voice,
From realm to realm the notes shall sound,
And heaven's exulting sons rejoice

To bear the full Hosanna round.

When starting from the shades of night,
At dread JEHOVAH's high behest,
The sun array'd his limbs in light,
And earth her virgin beauty dress'd;

Thy praise transported Nature sung

In pealing chorus wide and far; The echoing vault with rapture rung, And shouted ev'ry morning star. When bending from His native sky,

The Lord of Life in mercy came, And laid his bright effulgence by,

To bear on earth a human name;

The song, by cherub voices raised,

Roll'd through the dark blue depths above, And Israel's shepherds heard, amazed, The seraph notes of peace and love.

And shall not man the concert join,

For whom this bright creation rose; For whom the fires of morning shine, And eve's still lamps that woo repose?

And shall not he the chorus swell,

Whose form the incarnate Godhead wore ? Whose guilt, whose fears, whose triumphs tell How deep the wounds his SAVIOUR bore!

Long as yon glittering arch shall bend,

Long as yon orbs in glory roll,
Long as the streams of life descend,
To cheer with hope the fainting soul;

Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice,
Shall bid the song of rapture sound;
And heaven's exulting sons rejoice

To bear the full Hosanna round.

THE SABBATH.-J. Bowdler, Jun.

WHEN GOD from dust created man,
Six days beheld the growing plan,

Six days His power confess'd;
The seventh, in festal joy arrayed,
His perfect work, well-pleased, surveyed
The Almighty Sire, and bless'd.

And, mindful of that solemn day,
His grateful son's their homage pay
Before the eternal throne;

With hymns of praise and pious prayer,
His everlasting rest declare,

And, joyful, wait their own.

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