o Hosanna to my dying God. "L ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll o 3 My passions rise and soar above; And learn the notes that Gabriel sings. e 4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains, For want of their immortal strains; p And, in such humble notes as these, Must fall below thy victories. 5 Well, the kind minute must appear, When we shall leave these bodies here,o These clogs of clay;—and mount on high, o To join the songs above the sky.] HYMN 6. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] A Morning Song. 1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes: Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay o 2 Night unto night his Name repeats, g Wide as the heaven, on which he sits, To turn the seasons round. -3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak his praise; e My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. e 4 (On a poor worm thy power might tread, And I could ne'er withstand: p Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thy hand. p 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled, -And yet thou length'nest out my thread,- o Then shall my sun in smiles decline, HYMN 7. C. M. Hymn 2d. Wantage. [b] 1 'D An Evening Song. READ Sovereign, let my ev'ning song, Assist the off'rings of my tongue, To reach the lofty skies. 2 Through all the dangers of the day, o 3 Perpetual blessings from above e But Oh, how few returns of love d 4 What have I done for Him, who died Fast as the minutes roll! e 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, -And to thy grace my soul resign, 6 (Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood, As in the embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast.) HYMN 8. C. M. St. Martin's. Sunday. [*] 1H To God's upholding hand! OSANNA, with a cheerful sound, Ten thousand snares attend us round, e 2 That was a most amazing power, -And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour, e 3 The evening rests our weary head, e 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin, -We own thy grace, immortal King, 0 6 God is our sun, whose daily light p HYMN 9. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor. [*] P1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? Would he devote that sacred head, 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,- 3. Was it for crimes-that I had done- a Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! e 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When God, the mighty Maker, dy'd e 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face- ď Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, And melt, mine eyes, in tears. -6 But drops of tears can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; o Here, Lord, I give myself away'Tis all that I can do. HYMN 10. C. M. Dorset. Canterbury. [*] Parting with Carnal Joys. 'M' 1 Y soul forsakes her vain delight, And bids the world farewell; Base as the dirt beneath my feet, And mischievous as hell. 2 No longer will I ask your love, o 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth, That suits my large desire; o To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire: o 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood, Still springing from the throne of God, g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, 0 6 Had I the pinions of a dove, o There sits my Saviour, drest in love, And there my smiling God. HYMN 11. L. M. Munich. Carthage. [b*] The same. 1 SEND the joys of earth away; 1I Away, ye tempters of the mind, -False as the smooth deceitful sea, o 4 Now, to the shining realms above To bear me to the upper skies! g 5 There, from the bosom of my God, HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] The types are all withdrawn: o So fly the shadows and the stars, Before the rising dawn. b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs, Would all be burnt in vain. -3 Aaron must lay his robes away, e When God himself comes down to be e For us he paid his life below, 5 Father, he cries, forgive their sins, For I myself have dy'd; d And then-he shows his open'd veins,And pleads his wounded side. HYMN 13. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*] The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, and Restoration of this World. 1 SING who ING to the Lord, who built the skies, The Lord, who rear'd this stately frame: Let all the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his name. 3 Now, from his high, imperial throne, |