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O with what peace, and joy, and love
She communes with her God!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness to her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise,

5 Author and Guardian of my life!
Sweet Source of light divine!
And (all harmonious names in one)
My Saviour, Thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what lo
A boundless, endless store,

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Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.

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HYMN IX-(Bedford.)

ONG have we heard the joyful sound
Of Thy salvation, Lord;

But still how weak our faith is found,
How dull to learn Thy word!

2 Oft we frequent Thy Holy Place,
Yet hear almost in vain;
How'small a portion of Thy grace
Do our false hearts retain !

3 How cold and feeble is our love,
How slavish is our fear,

How low our hopes of joys above,
Our vows how insincere;

4 Great God! Thy sov'reign aid impart;
Impressions lost retrace;
Write Thy salvation on the heart;
Renew us by Thy Grace.

5 Shew our forgetful feet the way,
That leads to joys on high,

Where knowledge grows without decay,
Where Love shall never die.

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HYMN X.-(Spooner.)

FOR EASTER DAY.

E dies! The Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
Ye Saints, with pious tears bedew

His tomb, who groan'd beneath your load
Those precious drops He shed for you,
Those precious drops of richest blood.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of Glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again :
The rising God forsakes the tomb!

The tomb in vain forbids His rise,
Cherubic legions guard Him home,

And shout His welcome to the skies.

3 Cease, cease your tears, ye Saints, and tell
How high your Great Deliv'rer reigns:
Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of Hell,
And led the tyrant Death in chains :

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Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King,

"Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the tyrant, "Where's thy sting, "And where's thy victory, O Grave?"

HYMN XI. (Wareham.)

HENE'ER the angry passions rise,

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And tempt our thoughts, or tongues to strife,

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life!

2 O how benevolent, and kind!

How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind;
Be this the rule, by which we live,

3 His Heav'nly Father's sway to feel, Was His employment and delight; Humility, and holy zeal,

Shone through His Life, divinely bright!
4 Dispensing good, where'er He came,
The Labours of His Life were Love;
O, if we bear the Saviour's name,
Let His divine example move.

5 But ah! how blind, how weak we are!
How frail! how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon-Thy care,
And ask Thy Spirit for our Guide.

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ONS of men, behold from far,
Hail the long-expected Star!
Jacob's Star, that gildes the night,
Guides bewilder'd nature right.
2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death;
Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.

3 Nations all, far off and near,
Haste to see your God appear;
Haste, for Him your hearts prepare,
Meet Him manifested there.

4 There behold the day-spring rise,
Pouring light upon your eyes;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.

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HYMN XIII.-(Dashwood.)

TERNITY, tremendous sound! In worldly souls it strikes a wound: But oh! if Christ and Heav'n be mine, It breathes sweet peace and joy divine.

2 Be this my chief, my only care,
My high pursuit, my ardent pray'r,
An int'rest in the Saviour's love;
My peace, my pardon, seal'd above.

3 Search, Lord, O search my inmost heart,
More faith, and hope, and light impart;
From guilt and error set me free,

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And guide me safe to Heav'n, and Thee,

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NOME, let us join our cheerful songs
With Angels round the throne:
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues;
Their theme of praise is one.

2 Worthy the Lamb, that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus:
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply:
For he was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

All praise and pow'r divine : Honour, far more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 All creatures, make his glories known; Adore the sacred Name

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Of Him, who sits above the throne,
And bow-before the Lamb.

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HYMN XV.-(Arne.)

REAT God! to Thee our song we raise,
To Thee devote our grateful praise;
O never may our footsteps rove

From Thee, the Source of Truth and Love:
But may we still Thy praise proclaim;
And joy in our Redeemer's name.

2 What, though the fig-tree shall decay;
Fruitless the vine shall waste away;

Although the olive shall not bear,
Nor corn produce the ripen'd ear:
Yet still may we, &c.

3 Though in our folds no flocks be found,
Nor herbs to deck th' exhausted ground;
Though all the hopes of plenty fail;
Though blighting pestilence prevail;
Yet may we still, &c.

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HYMM XVI.-(Dashwood.)

HE pray'r that flows from hearts sincere
Is pleasing to the Lord above,

While enipty words offend his ear, And His Almighty vengeance move. 2 To walk as children of the day,

To mark the Scripture's holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch and pray,
Is worship pleasing in His sight.
3 Not words alone it cost the Lord

To purchase pardon for His own:
Nor will a soul by Grace restor❜d,
Return the Saviour words alone.

4 Shall any win the Christian race,
And God's unclouded glory see,
Who talk of free, and sov'reign Grace,
Unless that Grace has made them free?

5 To us then, Lord, to us impart

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A living "Faith, that works by love;"
A Faith, that "purifies the beart,"
And makes us meet for joys above.

HYMN XVII.—(Foundling.)
THEN all Thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,

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Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

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