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o 3 Take down thy long neglected harp;

l've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; e 'The winter season has been sharp, o 'But spring shall all its wastes repair.'

4 Lord, I obey-my hopes revive ; o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing; o Our foes in vain against us strive, For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b *]

God's regard to the actively Pious. Mal. iii, 16, 17. 1 THE Lord on mortal worms looks down

1 From his celestial throne; And when the wicked swarm around,

He well discerns his own. e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn

The scandals of the times ; And join their efforts to oppose

The wide prevailing crimes.
-3 Low in the social band he bows

His still attentive ear;
And, while his angels sing around,

Delights their voice to hear.

In the Redeemer's book of life,

Their names recorded are. d 5 ‘Yes,' saith the Lord, the world shall know

*These humble souls are mine : “These, when my jewels I produce,

Shall in full lustre shine. 6 When deluges of fiery wrath

"That hand which strikes the wicked through, 'Shall all my children spare. Doddridge. HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]

Prayer for spiritual Healing.
I THOU great Physician of the soul,

1 To thee I bring my case ; My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace. 2 Help me to state my whole complaint ;

But where shall I begin?


Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint

This worst distemper-sin. 3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,

A palsy in my head.
4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,

And impotent, and lame;
It overclouds, and fills my mind,

With folly, fear, and shame.
5 (A thousand evil thoughts intrude,

Tumultuous in my breast, Which indispose me for my food,

And rob me of my rest.)
6 Lord, I am sick; regard my cry,

And set my spirit free ; .'
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,

Who longs to live to thee? Newton.
HYMN 119. L. P. M. Sheffield. [b *]

Efficacy of God's Word. Jer. xxiii, 29. e 1 W ITH rey'rend awe, tremendous Lord,

"We hear the thunders of thy word; o The pride of Lebanon it breaks : o Swift the celestial fire descends,

The flinty rock in pieces rends, g And earth to its deep centre shakes. -2 Array'd in majesty divine,

Here sanctity and justice shine, e And horrour strikes the rebel through ; g While loud this awful voice makes known

The wonders which thy sword hath done, a And what thy vengeance yet will do. o 3 So spread the honours of thy name; g The terrours of a God proclaim; - Thick let the pointed arrows fly; e Till sinners, humbled in the dust,

Shall own the execution just, -And bless the hand by which they die. 04 Then clear the dark, tempestuous day,

And radiant beams of love display;

Each prostrate soul let mercy raise ; e So shall the bleeding captive feel,

Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, 0 And change their notes to songs of praise.

Doddridge. HYMN 120. C. M. Abridge. Barby. [*]

Light and Glory of the Word. 1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word,

1 And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, g Majestic like the sun; -It gives a light to every age, d It gives--but borrows none. -3 The hand that gave it still supplies

The gracious light and heat; o His truths upon the nations rise,

They rise, but never set.
0 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine,

With beams of heavenly day. -5 My soul rejoices to pursue

The steps of Him I love, g Till glory breaks upon my view,

In brighter worlds above. . Cowper.

HYMN 121. 7. St. John's. [*]

Sabbath Morning. 1 SAFELY through another week

D God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day: o Day of all the week the best ;

Emblem of eternal rest: -2 While we seek supplies of grace,

Through the dear Redeemer's name; s Shew thy reconciling face

Take away our sin and shame: From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee

-3 Here we come thy name to praise ;

Let us feel thy presence near :
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
4 May the Gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,-
Make the fruits of grace abound, -

Bring relief from all complaints : o Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,

Till we join the church above. Newton

HYMN 122. H. M. Bethesda. [*]

Sabbath Morning.
1 W ELCOME, delightful morn,

W Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return,
e Lord, make these moments blest.
-From the low train of mortal toys,
o I soar to reach immortal joys.
- Now may the King descend,

And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quick’ning word,

And learn to know and fear the Lord.
o 3 Descend, celestial Dove,
· With all thy quick’ning powers;

Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours : o Then shall my soul new life obtain,

Nor Sabbaths be indulg'd in vain. Hayward.

HYMN 123. C. M. Sunday. [*]

The Lord's Day. 1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,

1 In concert with the blest, Who, joyful, in harmonious lays

Employ an endless rest. e 2 Lord, may we still remember thee,

And more in knowledge grow;

-And may we more of glory see,

While waiting here below. 03 On this glad day a brighter scene

Of glory was display'd, g By God, th’ Eternal Word, than when

This universe was made. 0 4 He rises, who our souls hath bought, e With grief and pain extreme : g 'Twas great to speak the world from nought

'Twas greater--to redeem. Decourcy's Col. HYMN 124. C. M. Hymn 2d. [* b]

Devotion. e 1 W HILST thee I seek, protecting Power!

W Be my vain wishes stilld; -And may this consecrated hour.

With better hopes be fill'd. e 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar : o Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;

That mercy I adore. -3 In each event of life, how clear e Thy ruling hand I see! e Each blessing to my soul most dear, - Because conferr'd by thee. 0 4 In every joy that crowns my days, e In every pain I bear, o My heart shall find delight in praise, e Or seek relief in prayer. 0 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill; e Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,

My soul shall meet thy will. -6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath’ring storm shall see;
o My steadfast heart shall know no fear;

That heart will rest on thee. Williams.
HYMN 125. C. M. St. Ann's. [*b]

Social Worship.
LORD, our languid souls inspire,
For here we trust thou art!

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