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H Y M N XV.
For WHIT-SUNDAY.

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CRFhe world's foundations firkt Were laid :

Come, visit every pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind !

From fin and sorrow fet us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee :
INumine our dull darken'd fight,
Thou source of uncreated light.

Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire :
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
To fanctify us while we fing.

Plenteous of Grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy seven-fold energy!
Thou strength of his almighty hand,
Whose power does heaven and earth command,

Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who dost the gifts of tongues dispense :
Refine and purge our earthly parts ;
· But oh inflame and fire our hearts !

Our frailties help, our vice controul
Submit the senses to the soul

; Feeble alas ! we are, and frail ; Let not the world or flesh prevail.

Chace from our minds th' infernal foe,
And Peace, the fruit of Love, bestow :
And left our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way!

Make us eternal Truths receive, ..
And practise all that we believe :
Give us thyself, that we may fee
The Father and the Son by thee!

Immortal honours, endless fame
Attend th' Almighty Father's name;
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for loft man's redemption died:

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And

And equal adoration be Creator Spirit, paid to thee : “ Come, vifit every pious mind ; “ Come, pour thy joys on human kind !"

HY MN XVI.

For a FAST-DAY.
REAT God of Hofts attend our pray's

To thee we raise our suppliant cries,
When
angry

nations round us rise.
Fain would they tread our glory down,
And in the dust defile our crown,
Deluge our houses, with our blood,
And burn the temples of our God.
But 'midst the thunder of their rage,
We thy protection would engage;
O raise thy faving arm on high,
And bring renew'd deliv'rance nigh.
May Britain as one man be led,
To make the Lord her fear and dread;
Our souls no other fear shall know,
Though earth were leagu'd with hell below.
Give ear, ye countries from afar,
Ye proud associate nations hear,
While fix'd on him who rules the sky,
Our hearts your threaten'd war defy.
Ye people, gird yourselves in vain,
Your scatter'd force unite again;
Again shall all that force be broke,
When God, with us, shall deal the stroke.
Now he records our humble tears,
With ardent vows for future years,
And destines for approaching days
Victorious shouts and songs of praise.
Emmanuel's land shall safe remain, i
Bleft with its Saviour's gentle reign;
"Till
every

hostile rumour cease, In the fair realms of perfect peace.

HY MN

HY MN XVII.

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On THANKSGIVING.
LORY be to God our King,

Thine eternal love we fing:
'Thou hast bar'd thine arm divine,
Wrought falvation : Made us thine. Hallelujab.
Wand'ring Theep, how far from home
Sore bewilder'd did we roam !
Till the gracious shepherd came ;
Sought and say'd: praise his name!
Death, no more we dread thy sting;
Sin fubdu'd, we joyful fing;
Grave, thy terrors we defy;
We shall live ; for Christ did die.
Fir'd with gratitude, we raise
All our souls to found thy praise ;
Touch each heart, each tongue inspire,
Sing we higher, still and higher,
Down to deepest hell depress'd,
Jesu rescu'd, rais'd, and bless'd ;
Open'd mercy's golden gate,
Mercy, here who holds her seat.
Happy manfion ! every voice,
In the bleft retreat rejoice ;
Let each voice united found,
$ Be the walls with gladness crown'd,"
Blessings, Lord, profusely shed,
On each hand, each heart, each head
Who, with generous pity, join
In the great, the good design.
Elevate our souls to thee,
Thou our guide, and guardian be
Worthy, worthy may we prove,
Lord of such distinguish'd love !
Blessing, thankful all our days,
May we pray, rejoice, and praise ;
'Till the glorious trump thall sound,
And our raptur'd hearts rebound;

Hallelujah.
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Thanks to GOD.
LL glorious God, what hymns of praise,

Shall our transported voices raise?
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heav'n stands open to our view ?
Once we were fallin, and oh how low!
Just on the brink of endless woe :
Doom'd to the heritage in hell,
Where finners in deep darkness dwell..
But lo, a ray of chearful light,
Scatters the horrid shades of night :
Lo, what triumphant grace is shewn,
To fouls impoverish'd and undone !
Far, far beyond these mortal fhores
A bright inheritance is ours :
Where faints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy blisful state.
If ready drest for heav'n we shine,
Thine are the robes, the crown is thine :
May endless years their course prolong,
While, “ Thine the praise” is all our song,

H Y M N XIX.

Against L 2WDNES S.
HY should

you

let Entice

your

souls to Ihameful fin Scandal and ruin are the prize

You take such fatal pains to win. This brutal vice makes rcason blind,

And blots the name with hateful ftains ; It wastes the flesh, pollutes the mind,

And tears the heart with racking pains. Let David speak with heavy groans,

How it estrang'd his soul from God; Made him complain with ceaseless moans,

And fill'd his house with wars and blood.

Let

Let Solomon and Samson tell,

Their melancholy stories here,
How bright they shone,--how low they fell

When fin's vile pleasures cost them dear.
In vain

you

chuse the darkest time, Nor let the sun behold the fight ; In vain you hope to hide your crime

Behind the curtains of the night:
The wakeful stars and midnight moon
Watch
your foul deeds, and know

your

Mhame ; And God's own eye, like beams of noon,

Strikes through the shade, and marks your name.. What will you do when heav'n inquires

Into those scenes of secret fin? And lust, with all its guilty fises,

Shall make your conscience rage within ? How will you curse your wanton eyes,

Curse the lewd partners of your shame, When death with horrible surprise,

Shews you the pit of quenchless flame.
Flee, finners, flee, th' unlawful bed,

Left vengeance send you down to dwell
In the dark regions of the dead,
To feed the fiercest fire in hell.

H Y M N XX.

On the LAST JUDGMENT.
T in

HE day of wrath, that dreadful day
As David and the Sybils say.
What horror will invade the mind,
When the strict Judge, who would be kind,
Shall have few venial faults to find ?
The last loud trumpet's wond'rous found
Shall through the rending tombs rebound,
And wake the nations under ground.
Nature and death fhall, with surprise,
Behold the pale offender rise,
And view the judge with conscious eyes.
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