SOUTHERN DISTRICT OF NEW-YORK, SS.

BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the 28th day of June, in the 47th year of the Independence of the United States of America, Henry C. Sleight, (in behalf of a Committee of the Brick Church) of the said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following to wit:

"The Brick Church Hymns, designed for the use of social prayer meetings and families, selected from the most approved authors, and recommended by Gardiner Spring, D. D. Pastor of said Church."

In conformity to the act of Congress of the United States, entitled, "An set for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned;" and also, to an act entitled, "An act supplementary to an act, entitled, an act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned, and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints."' JAMES DILL. Clerk of the Southern District of New-York

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HYMNS.

"HYMN 1. C. M. 1 COME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.

2 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise,

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

3 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate,
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

4 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry,
"Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead
No more to die."

5 All hail triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise,
With thee we reign,

And empires gain
Beyond the skies.

HYMN 5. C. M.

1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!