Brick Presbyterian Church.....
New York 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.

NEW-YORK:

PUBLISHED BY REQUEST OF THE MEMBERS.

1823.

H. C. Sleight, Printer, Jamaica, L. .

SOUTHERN DISTRICT OF NEW-YORK, SS.

BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the 28th day of June, in the 47th year 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 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 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-Yorks SELECTION

OF

HYUNS.

HYMN 1. C. М. 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.

HYMN 2. С. М.

1 WHY does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colours wear?

What doubts are these that waste your faith
And nourish your despair?

2 What though your num'rous sins exceed
The stars that fill the skies,
And, aiming at the eternal throne,
Like pointed mountains rise ?

3 What though your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation swell,
And hath its curs'd foundations laid
Low as the deeps of hell?

4 See here an endless ocean flows
Of never failing grace !
Behold a dying Saviour's veins
The sacred flood increase !

5 It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound :
Now, if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne'er be found.

6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,
And pard'ning blood, that swells above
Our follies and our thoughts.

HYMN 3. L. M.

1 'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cried, And meekly bow'd his head and died. 'Tis finish'd-yes the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won.