2 To day he bids the faithful reft,
To day he fhow'rs his grace;
Seek ye my face, (our Lord invites)
Lord, we would feek thy face.

3 To day our feet fhall tread thy courts,
In pray'r, and praife, and love;
O may our works be offer'd

4

As those by faints above!

pure,

may we please thee well to day,
May that be all our care!

Give us thy grace left evil thoughts
Shou'd mingle in our pray❜r.

5 Let heav'n, propitious, aid our fouls,
Let heav'n in pity hear;
Come with us to thy temple Lord,
And we'll adore thee here.

1

BL

HYMN

X.-C. M.

Sunday Noon.

LESS'D be thy name, immortal King,
Of all the nations Lord;

Whose love provides for fainting fouls
The cordial of thy word.

2 Lift up our fouls in holy zeal,

Inflame our breafts with love; Touch our unhallow'd lips with fire, ◇ thou anointing dove!

8 Leave

3

4

Leave then, my foul, the things of earth,
With God's affembly join;

Lo! Heav'n defcends to welcome man

To tafte the things divine!

I come, dear Saviour, lo! I come,
Lord of my life and foul;

I come difeas'd, and faint, and fick,
Be pleas'd to make me whole.

5 I thirft, and fly to thee, my Lord,
Thou fountain-head of good;
Filthy I come, and all unclean,
O cleanfe me in thy blood!

1

L

HYMN

XI.

-C. M.

Sunday Evening.

O! Now the fun declines apace,
The holy fabbath flies;

Come, therefore, let us close the day
In facred harmonies.

2 When, O dear Jefus, when fhall I
Behold thee all ferene?
Blefs'd in perpetual fabbath-day,
Without a veil between ?

3 Affift me while I wander here,
Amidft a world of cares;

Incline my heart to pray with love,
And then accept my pray'rs.

4 Releafe

4 Release my foul from every chain,
No more hell's captive led,
And pardon that repenting child
For whom the Saviour bled!

5 Behold the ftreams of purple gore,
That trickle from his fide!
And pardon that repenting child,
For whom the Saviour dy'd.

6 Spare me my God; O fpare the foul,
That gives itself to thee!
Take all that I poffefs below,
And give thyself to me.

7 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give
To be my guide, and friend;
To light my ways to ceaseless joys,
To fabbaths without end.

1

HYMN

GL

Before Sermon.

gave

the word!

LORY to God, who
And bid the preachers cry;
Who caus'd his will to be proclaim'd,
And brought falvation nigh.

2 Lord ever give us of this bread,

And grant us ears to hear;

Hearts to receive the heav'nly feed,
And bring forth fruit with fear.

3 Leave then, my foul, the things of earth, With God's affembly join;

4

5

Lo! Heav'n defcends to welcome man

To tafte the things divine!

I come, dear Saviour, lo! I come,
life and foul;

Lord of my
I come difeas'd, and faint, and sick,
Be pleas'd to make me whole.

I thirst, and fly to thee, my Lord,
Thou fountain-head of good;
Filthy I come, and all unclean,
O cleanfe me in thy blood!

1

HY M N XI.

Sunday Evening.

-C. M.

LO! Now the fun declines apace,

The holy fabbath flies;

Come, therefore, let us close the day
In facred harmonies.

2 When, O dear Jefus, when fhall I Behold thee all ferene?

3

Blefs'd in perpetual fabbath-day,
Without a veil between?

Affift me while I wander here,

with love,

Amidft a world of cares;
Incline my heart to pray
And then accept my pray❜rs.

4 Releafe

4

5

Release my foul from every chain,
No more hell's captive led,
And pardon that repenting child

For whom the Saviour bled!

Behold the streams of purple gore,
That trickle from his fide!
And pardon that repenting child,
For whom the Saviour dy❜d.

6 Spare me my God; O fpare the foul,
That gives itfelf to thee!
Take all that I poffefs below,
And give thyfelf to me.

7 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give
To be my guide, and friend;
To light my ways to ceafeless joys,
To fabbaths without end.

1

G

HY M N

XII.-C. M.

Before Sermon.

LORY to God, who gave the word!
And bid the preachers cry;

Who caus'd his will to be proclaim'd,
And brought falvation nigh.

2 Lord ever give us of this bread,
And grant us ears to hear;

Hearts to receive the heav'nly feed,
And bring forth fruit with fear.