Bleffed be the Pow'r who gave us,
Freely gave his Son to fave us,
Blefs'd the Son who freely came;
Honour, Bleffing, Adoration,
Ever, from the whole Creation,
Be to God and to the Lamb.

SHC

HYMN

CXXXIIL

For the Fifth of November,

HOUT to the Lord, and let our Joys
Thro' the whole Nation run;

Ye British Skies, refound the Noise
Beyond the rifing Sun.

Thee, mighty God, our Souls admire,
Thee our glad Voices fing,
And join with the celeftial Choir

To praise th' eternal King.

Thy Pow'r the whole Creation rules,
And on the ftarry Skies,
Sits finiling at the weak Defigns,
Thine envious Foes devife.

Thy Scorn derides their feeble Rage,
And with an awful Frown,
Flings vaft Confufion on their Plots,
And shakes their Babel down.

Almighty Grace defends our Land
From their malicious Pow'r;
Let Britain with united Songs
Almighty Grace adore.

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HYMN CXXXIV, 'For New Year's Day.

HE Lord of Earth and Sky, The God of Ages praife, Who reigns enthron'd on high, Ancient of endless Days;

Who lengthens out our Trial here, And fpares us yet another Year.

Barren and wither'd Trees,

We cumber'd long the Ground, No Fruit of Holiness

On our dead Souls was found; Yet doth he us in Mercy fpare, Another, and another Year.

When Juftice bar'd the Sword
To cut the Fig-tree down,
The Pity of our Lord

Cry'd, Let it ftill alone.

The Father mild inclines his Ear,
And spares us yet another Year.

Jefus, thy fpeaking Blood,

From God obtain'd the Grace,
Who therefore hath beftow'd
On us a longer Space:

Thou didst in our Behalf appear,
And lo, we fee another Year.

Then dig about our Root,

Break up our fallow Ground, And let much gracious Fruit

To thy great Praife abound: O let us all thy Praife declare, And Fruit unto Perfection bear,

HYMN CXXXV.

A Song of Praife to GoD from Great

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Britain.

ATURE with all her Pow'r fhall fing
God the Creator, and the King;
Nor Air, nor Earth, nor Skies, nor deas,
Deny the Tribute of their Praife.

Begin to make his Glories known,
Ye Seraphs that fit near his Throne;
Tune your Harps high, and spread the Sound
To the Creation's utmoft Bound.

All mortal Things of meaner Frame
Exert your Force, and own his Name!
Whilft with our Souls and with our Voice,
We fing his Honours, and our Joys.

He builds and guards the British Throne,
And makes it gracious like his own:
Makes our fucceffive Princes kind,
And gives our Dangers to the Wind.

Raise monumental Praises high
To him that thunders thro' the Sky;
The ftrongest Notes that Angels raife,
Faint in the Worship and the Praise.

HYMN CXXXVI.

For his Majesty King GEORGE, and Royal Family.

ORD, thou haft bid thy People pray, For all that bear the Sov'reign Sway, And thy Vicegerents Reign; Rulers, and Governors, and Pow'rs And lo! in Faith we pray for ours: Nor can we pray in vain. L

;

Jefus, thy chofen Servant guard,
And every threat'ning Danger ward
From his anointed Head;

Bid all his Griefs and Troubles cease,
And thro' the Path of heav'nly Peace
To Life eternal lead.

Cover his Enemies with Shame,
Defeat their dire nalicious Aim,
Their baffled Hopes deftroy;
But fhower on him thy Bleflings down,
Crown him with Grace, with Glory crown,
And everlasting Joy.

To hoary Hairs be thou his Ged,
Late may he fee that high Abode,
Late to his Heav'n remove;
Of Virtues full, and happy Days,
Accounted worthy by thy Grace,
To fill a Throne. above.

And when thou doft his Sp'rit receive,
O give us in his Offspring, give
Us back our King again;
Preferve them, Providence divine,
And let the long illuftrious Line
To lateft Ages reign.

Secure us of his royal Race,.
A Man to ftand before thy Face,
And exercife thy Pow'r !

With Wealth, Profperity, and Peace,
Our Nation and our Church to blefs,
Till Time fhall be no more.

The End of the First Book.

HYMNS

FOR

SOCIETY, and Perfons meeting in Christian-Fellowship.

BOOK II.

HYMN: I.

For SOCIETY.

HO can have greater Caufe to fing,

WH Who greater Caufe to blefs,

Than we the Children of the King,
Than we who Chrift poffefs?
Than we who Chrift poffefs?
Than we who Chrift poffefs?

With Angel-Hofts, dear Lamb, we join
To praife thy Love and Pow'r,
To magnify thy Grace divine,

Thou mighty Counsellor,

Thou mighty Counsellor,
Thou mighty Counseltor.