Sin and want we come confessing,
Thou canst save and thou canst heal.
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow near us fly,
Angel-guards from thee surround us,
We are safe, if thou art nigh.

e 2 Though the night be dark and dreary,
-Darkness cannot hide from thee;
Thou art he who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be;
Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn, in heaven awake us,
8 Clad in light and deathless bloom.

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HYMN 433. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [*]
Thanksgiving for National Prosperity.
rich thy gifts, Almighty King!
From thee our public blessings spring;
The extended trade, the fruitful skies,
The treasures liberty bestows,

How

The eternal joys the gospel shows,-
All from thy boundless goodness rise.
-2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store,
Which pours from every foreign shore;
Science and art their charms display;
Religion teaches us to raise

s Our voices to our Maker's praise,

As truth and conscience point the way. u 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs;

Here still may God in mercy reign; Crown our just counsels with success, With peace and joy our borders bless, And all our sacred rights maintain.

KIPPIS.

HYMN 434. 7s. Benevento. [b or *]

New-year's Day.

WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here:

Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;

We a little longer wait

But how little, none can know.

o 2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find ;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind,-
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Lord, our expectations raise-
All below is but a dream.

g 3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Former kindnesses renew:
From this moment may we live
With eternity in view:

Bless the word to young and old:
Shed abroad a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale 13 told,
May we dwell with thee above.

HYMN 435. P. M. Amesbury.

NEWTON

[* or b]

YOME, let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,

And never stand still, till the Master appear.
2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. -3 Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
4 The arrow is flown; the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
5 O that each in the day of his coming may say,
"I have fought my way through;

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do.' 6 0 that each, from his Lord, may receive the glad

word,

"Well and faithfully done;

"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

HYMN 436. S. M. Norwalk.

Reflections on the State of our Fathers.
TOW swift the torrent rolls,

HOW

Which bears us to the sea!

The tide which hurries thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!

[b]

2 Our fathers, where are they,

With all they called their own?

Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honour gone.

3 But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought,
While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.

e 4 There, where the fathers lie
Must all the children dwell;
No other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.

-5 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!

While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to thee commend.

6 Of all the pious dead

May we the footsteps trace,

s Till with them, in the land of light,

We dwell before thy face.

ALEXANDER'S COL.

HYMN 437. L. M. Dresden. [b or

P1 OF

The Knell.

FT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each from every trifle fly,
And ask, "Am I prepared to die?"

2 Soon, leaving all I love below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

3 O could I bear to hear him say,
"Depart, accursed, far away;

"With Satan, midst the flames of hell,
"Thou art forever doomed to dwell!"

4 Saviour! O help me now to see
And place my hope alone in thee;
Thy cleansing blood, thy spirit give,
Subdue my sins, and bid me live!
5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought alarming be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me."

86 Rather my spirit would rejoice,
And wish and long to hear thy voice;
Glad, when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine!

NEWTON.

HYMN 438. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] A Thought of Eternity.

P1W Derwhelmed with guilt and fear,

THEN, rising from the bed of death,

I see my Maker face to face,
O, how shall I appear?

-2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

g 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O, how shall I appear?

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HYMN 439. S. M.

ADDISON.

Olmutz. [*]

W1 from my grave shall rise,

"AKED by the trumpet's sound,

And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.

2 Who can resolve the doubt,

That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the lost cast out,
Or numbered with the blest?
30 thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die;
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery ;—

4 Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe !

That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 440. C. M. Dundee. [*]

81 FAR

Heaven.

NAR from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

-2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

5 Prepare us, Lord! by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

STEELE

HYMN 441. Lanesboro'. [b or *]
The Heavenly Rest.

P 1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;

P

There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast,
"Tis found above-in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.

3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

8 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,

And joys supreme are given;

There, rays divine disperse the gloom
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

HYMN 442. C. M.

UNION COL

Tolland. [*]

The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. xxi, 22

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home!

ever dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace in thee?