Saviour of the world, attend
See a poor finner, dearest Lord
See, my foul, with wonder fee
Shout to the Lord, and let our joys
Since all the downward tracts
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name
Sing we to our God above
Sinners, obey the Gospel word
Soldiers of Christ, arise
Son of God, thy bleffings grant
Source of light and pow'r divine
Sure thy Name is Wonderful
Sweet is the work, O God our King
Sweet the moments, rich in bleffing
TAKE my poor heart, just as
Teach me the measure of my
Tell us, O women, we would know
Thanks be to God, whose faithful -
Thee we adore, eternal Name
The God of Abrah'm praise
The King of Glory fends his Son
The Lord of earth and sky
The Lord fupplies his people's need
The Lord the Sov'reign King
There is a land of pure delight
There is a fountain fill'd with
The Saviour who kept us to-day,
The Sun of Righteoufnefs appears
This God is the God we adore
The fountain of Christ
This is the day the Lord hath made
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb
Thou hidden Love of God, whose
Thou Shepherd of Ifr'el divine
Thus did the fons of Abrah'm país
Thy favours, Lord, furprise our
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme
'Tis finifh'd, the Redeemer faid
'I is finish'd, 't is done.
To all my vileness, Christ is
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To God the Father's throne
To God the only wife
To God who reigns enthron'd on
To him that chose us first
To praise redeeming love
Try us, O God, and fearch the
UP to the Lord, that reigns on
Vain are the hopes the fons
WE blefs the Prophet of the
We give immortal praise
Welcome fweet day of rest
Welcome, welcome, blessed fervant
Well! the Redeemer 's gone
We magnify thy grace, O Lord
We fing to thee, thou Son of God
We thank thee, Lord, for this
What equal honours fhall we bring
What good news the angels bring
What joyful news falutes our ears
What fhall we render unto thee
When I furvey the wondrous croís
When fhall my frozen heart
When languor and disease invade
When I can read my title clear
Who can have greater caufe to fing
Who hath our report believ'd
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why fhould the children of a King
Why was unbelieving I
With fiery ferpents greatly pain'd
With joy we meditate the grace
With all my pow'rs of heart and
Worthy is Chrift our pafchal Lamb
YE children of my God
Ye seekers of God, whose
Ye ferious fouls draw near
Ye fervants of God, your Mafter
Ye that pass by, behold the man
ION's a garden wall'd around
Extracted from the Ordination Office.
COME, HOLY GHOST, our fouls infpire,
And lighten with celeftial fire.
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who doft thy fev'nfold gifts impart.
Thy bleffed unction from above,
Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Illumine with perpetual light
The dulnefs of our blinded fight.
Anoint and cheer our foiled face
With the abundance of thy grace.
Keep far our foes, give peace at home:
Where thou art guide, no ill can come.
Teach us to know the FATHER, SON,
And Thee, of both, to be but one;
That through the ages all along,
This, this may be our endless fong;-
Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below,
Praise him above, ye heav'nly hoft,
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
AT THE OPENING OF WORSHIP.
NOW may the Spirit's holy fire,
Defcending from above,
His waiting family inspire
With joy, and peace, and love! How wretched do our fouls appear, If thou refufe to blefs!
We seem to utter heartlefs prayer,
And offer vain address.
Wake, heav'nly wind, arife and come;
Blow on the drooping field;
Our spices then shall breathe perfume,
And fragrant incense yield.
Touch with a living coal, the lip
That fhall proclaim thy word,
And bid each awful hearer keep
Attention to the Lord.
Then fhall we prove thy worship sweet,
And love thy facred courts;
Where faints in bleft communion meet, And God, our God, reforts.
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