EUCHARISTIC HYMNS.

"Immenfa Beneficia Laudibus immenfis celebranda."

O thou Patron God,

Thou God and Mortal, thence more God to Man,
Man's Theme eternal, Man's eternal Theme!
Thou canst not 'scape injur'd from our Praise.

PRIMAS.

NIGHT THOUGHTS. NIGHT IX.

HYMNS OF THANKSGIVING.

HYMN I. Praise for Converfion.

I

NOT

to myself I owe

That I, O Lord, am thine,

Free grace hath all the shades broke thro',

And caus'd the light to shine.

Me thou haft willing made

Thy offers to receive;

Call'd by the voice that wakes the dead,

I come to thee and live.

2 Why am I made to fee,

Who am by nature blind? Why am I taken home to thee,

And others left behind?

Because thy fov'reign love

Was bent the worst to fave,

Jefus, who reigns inthron'd above,

The free falvation gave.

3

Tho' once far off I ftood,

Nor knew myself thy foe,

Brought nigh by the Redeemer's blood,

Myfelf and thee I know:

No

4

No more a child of wrath

Thy fmiling face I fee;

And praife thee for the work of faith
Which thou haft wrought in me.

With me thy fpirit ftrove,

Almighty to retrieve;

Thou faw'ft me in a time of love,
And faid unto me, live.
By thee made free indeed,
I felt thy gracious words;
Thy mantle over me was spread,
And I became the Lord's:

5 Jefus, thy Son, by grace,

I to the end fhall be;

Made perfect through thy comeliness
Which I receiv'd from thee.

I drink the living stream

To all believers giv'n,
A fellow citizen with them,

Who dwell in yonder heav'n.

6 With all thy chosen band

I truft to fee thee there,

And, in thy righteoufnefs, to ftand
Undaunted at thy bar.

HYMN II. The Heavens declare the Glory of God.
I THE fky's a veil, the outward scene
Proclaims the majesty within;

Which boundless light, tho' hid behind, Breaks out too great to be confin'd. 2 The heav'n thy glorious impress wears, Thy image glitters in the ftars: The firmament, thine high abode, Seems too the spangled robe of God. 3 Whene'er its beauty I admire, It's radiant globes direct me high'r, In filent praise they point to thee, All light, all eye, all majefty! 4 Glory to him who ftuds the sky, (Earth's variegated canopy) Z 4

With

With lamps to guide us on our way, Faint emblems of eternal day. 5 Yes, Lord, each fhining orb declares Thy name in dazzling characters; As precious gems they dart their rays, And feem to form a crown of praise.

HYMN HI. On Afcenfion Day.

I LO! the Lord by whom falvation
Is to fallen man reftor'd,
Now refumes his blifsful ftation,
Shews himself th' Almighty Lord;
Slow afcending,

Bids us, for a while, farewel.
2 Who his heav'nly ftate fufpended,
And for man's atonement dy'd,
By unnumber'd hofts attended,
Rifes to his Father's fide;

Born by angels

Back to his eternal throne.

3 Seraphs, chaunt his endless praises,
Guard him to his ancient feat;
Open wide, ye heav'nly places,
Your returning God admit:
Heav'nly portals

Let the King of Glory in!
4 Chrift his kingdom re-inherits,
His before the world began;
Myriads of admiring fpirits

Hover round the fon of man ;
Wrapt in wonder

View the wounds he bore for us. 5" Worthy thou of exaltation,"

Loft in fweet furprife they fing;
"Mortals, with like acclamation,
Hail your great redeeming King:
Let your voices

Emulate th' angelic choir."

6 Yes, O Christ, from ev'ry creature,
Praife fhall to thy name be giv'n;
Worthy thou of more and greater,
King of faints and king of heav'n!
Kindling tranfports

Swell our hearts and tune our tongues! 7 Though our Lord is taken from us, Prefent but in fpirit now,

This his faithful word of promise
Made while fojourning below;
"Where I enter

Thither fhall my fervant come."
8 Him we praife for his afcenfion,
Conqueror of fin and death;
Gone up to prepare a mansion
For his ranfom'd flock beneath :
They fhall quickly

Reign with him in glory there.

9 There already is our treasure,

There our heart, our hope, our crown;
Thence on fublunary pleasure,

We with holy fcorn, look down:
Earth hath nothing,

Worth a moment's tranfient thought.
10. We fhall foon in blifs adore thee,
Gain the realms of endlefs day;
Soon be gather'd home to glory,
All our tears be wip'd away:

There, for ever,

Sing the Lamb's new fong of love.

HYMN IV. To the Trinity.

1 GLORIOUS union, God unfought;
Three in name and one in thought,
All thy works thy goodness fhow,
Center of perfection thou!

2 Praife we, with uplifted eyes,
Him that dwells above the fkies:
God who reigns on Sion's hill,
Made redeem'd, and keeps us ftill.

3 Join th' angelic hofts above
Praise the Father's matchless love,
Who for us his Son hath giv'n,

Sent him to regain our heav'n.
4 Glory to the Saviour's grace,
Help of Adam's helpless race;
Who, for our tranfgreffions flain,
Makes us one with God again.
5 Next the Holy Ghoft we blefs;
He makes known and feals our peace,
Us he cleanses and makes whole,
Quickens ev'ry dying foul.
6 Holy, bleffed, glorious Three,
One from all eternity,

Make us veffels of thy grace,
Ever running o'er with praife.
7 Thee we laud with grateful fong,
Sever'd from the guilty throng,
Ranfom'd by the Son who dy'd,
By the fpirit fanctified.

8 All the perfons join to raise,
Sinners to a state of grace;
All unite their blifs t' infure,
In the glorious work concur.
9 O that we his love might tafte!
Blefs us and we shall be bleft.
Cleanfe us, Lord, from fins abuse,
Fit us for the mafter's ufe!

10 In our hearts, thy temples dwell;
With the hope of glory fill:

Be on earth our gueft divine,
Then let heav'n make us thine.

HYMN V. Another.

I FATHER, Creator of mankind,
Thee we attempt to fing;

With thy Son and Spirit join'd,
Our everlafting king;

Us