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4 Almighty God! thine influonce shed

To aid this blest design ;

These thy God ordains to blow The honour of thy no me be spread, The widow and the fatherloss. And all the glory thine.

5 When thine olive plants increasing,

Pour their plenty o'er thy plain, CHARITABLE OCCASIONS. Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing

But not search the bough again.
HYMN 115. (C. M.)

Chorus. These, &c.
LEST is the man whose soft'ning

Feels all another's pain; [heari 6 When thy favour'd vintage, flowing, To whom the supplicating eye

Gladdens thine autumnal scene,

Own the bounteous hand bestowing, Is never rais' in vain :

But thy vines the poor shall glean. 2 Whose breast responds with gen'

Chorus. Thesc, &c. rous warmth, A stranger's wo to feel;

7 Still we read thy word declaring Who weeps in pity o'er the wound

Mercy, Lord, thine own decreo; He wants the pow'r to heal.

Mercy, ev'ry sorrow sharing,

Warms the heart resembling thee. 3 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow;

8 Still the orphan and the stranger, He views, through mercy's melting Screen'd by thee in every danger,

Still the widow owns thy care, A brother in a foe.


Heard by thee in every prayer. 4 To him protection shall be shown;

Hallelujah. Amen.
And mercy. from above,
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The Christian law of love.

HYMN 116. (C. M.)

HYMN 118. (L. M.)

VOD of the seas ! thine awful voica R'Ware the joys which cannot die, G

Bids all the rolling waves rejoice ; Treasures beyond the changing sky, And one soft word of ihy command Brighter than golien ore.

Can sink them silent on the sand. 2 The seeds which piety and love

2 The smallest fish that swims the Have scatter'd here below,

Sportful, to thee a tribute pays; (seas, In the fair fertile fields above And largest monsters of the deep, To ample harvests grow.

At thy command, or rage or sleep. 3 The mito my willing hands cangive, 3 Thus is thy glorious power ador'd At Jesus' feet I lay;

Among the wai'ry nations, Lord! Grace shall the humble gift receive,

Yet men, who trace the dangerous Abounding grace repay.


Forget the mighty God who saves!
HYMN 117. (II1, 3,)
ORD of life, all praise excelling,

HYMN 119. (IV. 5.)
Save, Lord ! or we perish.” Matt.

viii. 25.
Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling
With the poor of humble mind. WHERE

JHEN through the torn sail the

wild tempest is streaming, 3 As thy love, through all creation, When o'er the dark wave the red Beams like thy diffusive light;

lightning is gleaming, So the high and humble station Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamar Both are equal in thy sight.

to cherish, 3 Thus thy care, for all providing, We fly to our Maker: "Save, Lord ! Warm'd thy faithful prophet's or we perish."

tongue, Who, the lot of all deciding,

2 0 Jesus, once rock'd on the breast

of the billow, To thy chosen Israel sung:

Arous'd by the shriek of despair from 4 When thy harvest yields thee plea- thy pillow sure,

Now seated in glory, the mariner cheThou the golden sheaf shall bind; rish, To the poor belongs the treasure Who cries in his anguish, "Save Of the scatter'd ears behind.

Lord! or we porish."


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3 And Ol when the whirlwind of pas. And not a plant which sprends the sion is raging,

plains, When sin in our hearts its wild war- But teems with health, when Heaven faru is waging,

ordains. Then send down thy Spirit thy ran- 4 Clay and Siloani's pool, we find, som'd to cherish,

At heaven's command restor'd the Robuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord!

blind or we perish.”

And Jordan's waters hence were soen HYMN 120. (C. M.)

To wash a Syrian leper clean. Which may be used at Sea or on Land. 5 But grant me nobler favours still,

Grant me to know and do thy will; Thou art their sure defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide,

from eternal pain Their help, Omnipotence.

6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue ! 2 Though they through foreign lands My crimes, my crimes arise in view, should roam,

Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer And breathe the tainted air

And poer the horrors of despair. in burning climates, far from home,

7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs, Yet thou, their God, art there.

My tortur'u breast, my streaming i Thy goodness sweetens ev'ry soil, To me thy boundlegs love extend,

eyes; Makes every country please :

My God, my Father, and my friend. Chou on the snowy hills dost smile,

And smooth'st the rugged seas ! 8 These lovely names I ne'er could * When waves on waves, to heaven Had not thy Son vouchsafd to bleed;

plead Defy'd the pilot's art; (uprear'd, His blood procures our fallen race When terror in each face appear'd, Admittance to the throne of grace. And sorrow in each heart;

9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart, 5 To thee I rais'd my humble prayer, And conscious guilt corrodes the heart,

To snatch me from the grave! His blood is all-sufficient found I found thine ear not slow to hear,

Todraw the shaft and heal the wound. Nor short thine arm to save! 6 Thou gav'st the word—the winds What venom gives such pain within )

10 What arrows piercé so deepassin! did cease, The storms obey'd thy will,

Thou great Physician of the soul, The raging sea was hush'd in peace,

Rebuke my pangs, and make me wliole. And ev'ry wave was still!

11 O! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,

And bow submissive to thy will, 7 For this my life, in every state, Sickness and death shall both agreo A life of praise sha!l be;

To bring me, Lord, at last to thee And death, when death shall be my Bhall join my soul to thee. [fate,

HYMN 122 (C. M.)

On Recovery from Sickness


THEN we are rais'd from deep

distress, HYMN 121. (L. M.) Our God deserves our song, WHI

THEN dangers, woes, or death are We take the pattern of our praiso nigh,

From Hezekiah's tongue. Past mercics teach me where to fly : 2 The gates of the devouring gravo Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, Are open'd wide in vain, When sickness grieves, and pains in- If he that holds the keys of death vade.

Command them fast again. 2 To all the various helps of art 3 When he but speaks the healing word Kindly thy healing power impart; Then no disease withstands; Bethesda's bath refus'd to save, Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, Unless an angel bless'J the wave. And fly, as he commands. 3 All med'cines act by thy decree, 4 If half the strings of life should Roceive commission all from thee; He can our frame restore, (breaks

my trust!

And cast our sins behind his back, 4 The graves of all his saints be And they are found no more.

bless'd, 5 Tc him I cried, " Thy servant save,

When in the grave ho lay; “Thou ever good and just;

And, rising thence, their hopes him "Thy power can rescue from the grave,

To everlasting day! (rais'v "'fhy power is all

5 Then, joyfully, while life we have 6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from To Christ, our life, we'll sing, And dried my falling tears; (death,

“Where is thy victory, O grave? Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,

“ And where, death, thy sting!* Through my remaining years.

HYMN 125. (C. M.)
HYMN 123. (L. M.) WH

THEN those we love are snatch'

away On the same.

By death's resistless hand, My God, since thou hast rais'd mo Our hearts the mournful tribute, pay

Thee i'll extol with thankful voice; Restor'd by thine Almighty pow'r,

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh With fear before thee I'll rejoice.

With awful power imprest; 2 With troubles worn, with pain op

May this dread truth, “I tou must die,"

Sink deep in ev'ry breast. press'd,

3 Let this vain world allure no more To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; 'Thou didst support my sinking hopes, It bids us use the present hour,

Behold the op'ning tomb; My life didst rescue from the grave.

To-morrow death may come. 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with

4 The voice of this instructive scene me, With me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind,

May every heart obey!

Nor be the faithful warning vain And all his faithfulness record.

Which calls to watch and pray 4 His anger is but short: his love,

50 let us to that Saviour fly, Which is our life, hath certain stay, Then shall our hopes ascend on high,

Whose arm alone can save;
Trief may continue for a night,
But joy returns with rising day.

And triumph o'er the grave.
5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress, HYMN 126. (C. M.)

In happier hours I now will give, And strive that in my grateful verse,

Death of a Young Person. His praises may for ever live. HOW

TOW short tho race our friend has 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Cutdowo in alhis bloom! (run

The course but yesterday begun The blest and undivided three;

Now finish'd in the tomb.! The one sole giver of all life, Glory and praise for ever be. 2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn

how soon FUNERALS.

Thy years may end their flight:

Long, long before life's brilliant noon HYMN 124. (C. M.) May come death's gloomy night. EAR what the voice from heav'n 3 To serve thy God no longer wait

To-day his voice regard ; To those in Christ who die!

To-morrow, mercy's open gato “Releas'd from all their earthly cares, They'll reign with him on high." 4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace,

May be for ever barrd. 2 Then why lament departed friends,

Thy youthful love to gain Or shake at death's alarms!

The soul that early seeke my face Death's but the servant Jesus gends

Shall pever seek in vain. To call us to his arms.

HYMN 127. 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure,

(L. M.) Death hath no sting beside ;

Death of an Infant. The lawwe ve sin its strength and AS tibes weet flow'r that scents the

But Christ, our ransom, diei! But withers in the rising day;


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of wo;


I hus lovely was this infant's dawn, HYMN 130. (II. 3.)

Thus swiftly fled its life away. PEACE, troubled soul, whose plain2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires,

Hath taught each scene the note Had ever spurn'd at heaven's control, Or ever quench'd its sacred fires.

Cease thy complaint, suppress thy

groan, 3 It died to sin, it died to cares, And let thy tears forget to flow : But for a moment felt the rod :

Behold, the precious balm is found, U mourner ! such, the Lord declares, To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound Such are the children of our God!

2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest,

On Jesus cast thy weighty load; · VIII. INVITATION AND In him thy refuge find, thy rest, WARNING.

Safe in the mercy of thy God:

Thy God's thy Saviour! glorious word! HYMN 128. (IIL 1.)

O hear, believe, and bless the Lord ! SINNERS, turn why

will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why?

HYMN 131. (S. M.)
God, who did your being give,

Rer. xxii. 17, 20.
Made you' with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands,

THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whisp'ring, sinner, come; Asks the work of his own hands; The Bride, the church of Carist, proWhy, ye thankless creatures, why To all his

children, come! (claims Will ye cross his love, and die?

2 Let him that heareth say 2 Sinners, turn, why will


To all about him, come! God, your Saviour, asks you why? Let him that thirsts for righteousness, He, who did your souls retrieve, To Christ, the fountain, come! Died himself that ye might live.

3 Yes, whosoever will, Will you let him die in vain ?

O let him freely come,
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why

And freely drink the stream of life ;

"Tis Jesus bids him come. Will ye slight his grace, and die ?

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ?

Declares, I quickly come:
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He who all your lives hath strovo,

Lord, even so! I wait thy hour;

Jesus, my Saviour, come !
Woo'd you to embrace his love:

HYMN 132.
ye not bis grace receive ?

(C. M.) Will ye still refuse to live? O, ye dying sinners, why,

With songs of sacred praise, (God Why will ye for ever die?

For he is good, supremely good,

And kind are all his ways. HYMN 129. (III. 1.) 2 All nature owns his guardian care, HASTEN, sinner, to be wise ; In him we live and move ; Stay not for the morrow's sun :

But nobler benefits declare Wisdom, if you still despise,

The wonders of his love. Harder is it to be won.

3 Ho gave his Son, his only Son, 2 Hasten, mercy to implore;

To ransom rebel worms; Stay not for the morrow's sun; 'Tis here he makes his goodness Lest thy season should be o'er,

known Ere this evening's stage be run. In its diviner furms. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return;

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, Stay not for the morrow's sun; 'Tis here our hope relies; Lest thy lamp'should cease to burn, A safe defence, a peaceful homo, Ere salvation's work is done.

When storms of trouble rise. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ; 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; The souls who trust in thee; Lest perdition thee orrest,

Their humble hope thou wilt reward, Ere the morrow is begun.

With bliss divinely free.

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6 Groat God, to thine Almighty love, When with the Father and the Boxes

What honours shall we raise ! Sweet fellowship they find.
Not all th' angelie songs above 7 O thou, by whom we come to God.
Can render equal praise.

· The life, the truth, the way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trods

Lord, teach us how to pray!


HYMN 135. (1. M.)
HYMN 133

THOU that hear'st when sinners (C. M.)


cry, A PPROACH, my soul the mercy. Though all my crimes before thee. tie, Where Jesus answers prayer;

But blot their mem'ry from the book There humbly fall hefore his feety For none can perish there.

2 Create my nature pure within, 2 Thy promise is my only plea,

And form my soul averse to sin:

Let thy goo: Spirit 'ne'er Cepart, With this I venture nigh ;

Nor hide thy presence from my heart. Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.

3 I cannot live without shy light, 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, Thy holy joys, my God, restore,

Cast oat and hanish'd from thy sight: By Satan sorely press'd,

And guard me that I fall no more By war without, and fear 'within, I come to thee for rest.

4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; Thy help and comfort still afford;

Lord, That, shelter'd near thy side, And let a wretch come near thy throne, I ma my fierce accuser face,

To plead the merits of thy Son, And tell him," Thou hast died.” 5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die, is all the sacrifice I bring;

5 A broken heart, my God, my King To bear the cross- and slame, The God of grace will ne'er despiss That guil.y sinners, such as I,

A broken heart for sacrifice. Might plead thy gracious name.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, HYMN 134. (C. M.) And owns thy dreadful sentence just; PRAYER is the souli's sincere ide: Look downlord with pityinen

{sire, save the soucondemn'd to die. The motion of a hidden fire,

7 Then will I teach the world thy That trembles in the breast.

ways, 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, Sinners shall learn thy sov'reige The falling of a tear;

graco; The upward glancing of an eye, I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,

When pone but God is near. And they shall praisa à pard'ning God 3 Prayer is the simplest form of 8 Ø may thy love inspire my tongue,

That infant lips can try; [speech Salvation shall be all my song: Prayer, the sublimest strains that And all my pow'rs shall join to bless

The majesty on high. (reach The Lord, my strength and righteous. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital

The Christian's native air, (breath, HYMN 136. (L. M.) The watch-word at the gates of death;

STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, He enters heaven with prayer.

Thought I have done chee such de

spite; 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Returning from his ways;

Nor take thine everlasting Night. While angels in their songs rejoice, 2 Though I have most unfaithful been, And cry,

“ Rehold, he prays!" And long in vain thy grace rccejv'd; 6 In prayer, on earth, the saints Ten thousand times thy goodness seen are ane;

Ten thousand times thy goodnese They're one in word and siad;

griev'd ;


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