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HYMN I.

12 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, The Song of the Angels. For the Nativity of And nature sympathize!

our blessed Lord and Saviour. Luke ii. ver. The sun as darkest night be black !
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Their Maker, Jesus dies !
JHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by 3 Behold fast streaming from the tree

His all-atoning blood!
All seated on the ground,

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he, The Angel of the Lord came down,

My Saviour and my God! And glory shone around.

4 For me these pangs his soul assail, 2 “ Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread For me this death is borne; Had seiz'd their troubled mind;

My sins gave sharpness to the nail, “Glad tidings of great joy I bring

And pointed every tborn. To you, and all mankind.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, 3 “To you, in David's town, this day

Break, Lord, its tyrant chain; “ Is born, of David's line,

O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, « The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; Nor bleed, nor die in ain! “ And this shall be the sign:

HYMN IV. 4 " The Heavenly Babe you there shall find, “ To human view display'd,

FOR EASTER-DAY. All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands,

On the Resurrection. “ And in a manger laid."

INCE Christ our Passover is slain, 5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng

Let all, with thankful hearts, agree Of Angels, praising God, who thus

To keep the festival: Address'd their joyful song:

2 Not with the leaven, as of old, 6“ All glory be to God on high,

Of sin and malice fed ; “ And to the earth be peace;

But with unfeign'd sincerity, “Good-wių, henceforth, from heaven to men, And truth's unleaven'd bread. “Begin, and never cease.

3 Christ being rais'd by Power Divine, HYMN II.

And rescu'd from the grave, The Song of Men responsive to the Song of Shall die no more; Death shall on him. the Angels.

No more dominion have.
THILE Angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, 4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins
Shall men no Anthem raise ?

He once vouchsaf'd to die:
O may we lose these useless tonguea, But that he lives, he lives to God
When we forget to praise!

For all eternity
2 Then let us swell responsive notes, 5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
And join the heavenly throng;

But graciously restor'd,
For Angels no such love have known And made, henceforth, alive to God,
As we, to wake their song.

Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown,

HYMN V.
And peace on earth is given;

For the same.
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
With news of joy from heaven!

The First Fruits of the tomb;
4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, For, as by man came death, by man
His rising beams adorn;

Did resurrection come. Let heaven and earth in concert sing, 2 For, as in Adam all mankind “ The Promis'd Child is born!”

Did guilt and death derive; 5 Glory to God, in highest strains,

So, by the righteousness of Christ, By highest worlds is paid:

Shall all be made alive. Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,

3 If then ye risen are with Christ, And by our lives display'd;

Seek only how to get 6 Till we attain those blissful realms, The things which are above, where Christ Where now our Saviour reigns;

At God's right band is set. To rival these celestial choirs

HYMN VI.
In their immortal strains!

FOR WHITSUNDAY.
HYMN 11.
FOR GOOD-FRIDAY.

Inspire the souls of thine ;
On the Sufferings of our blessed Lord and Till every heart which thou hast made
Saviour.

Be filld with grace divine.
"ROM whence these direful omens round, 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Which heaven and earth amaze?

Of God, and fire of love; Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? The everlasting spring of joy, Why hides the suo his rays?

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3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st From every nation, every coast, Goil's law in each true heart;

By thy most precious blood. The promise of the Father, thou

4 ŞBlessing and honour, glory, power, Dose heavenly speech impart.

By all in earth and heaven, 4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they To him that sits upon the throne, Thy sacred love embrace;

And to the Lamb be given. Assist our minds, by nature frail,

HYMN X. With thy celestial grace. 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,

For the same.
And give us peace within,

Y God, and is thy table spread?
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
Escape the snares of sin.

Thither be all thy children led, 6 Teach us the Father to confess,

And let them thy sweet mercies know ! And Son, from death reviv'd,

2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes! And thee with both, O Holy Ghost,

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
Who art from both deriv'd.

Thrice happy he who here partakes
HYMN VII.

That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

3 Why are its dainties all in vain For the same.

Before unwilling hearts display'd? OME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,

Was not for you the victim slain?

Are you forbid the children's bread?

4 O let thy table honour'd be, Kindle a flame of sacred love

And furnish'd well with joyful guests! In these coid hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below,

And may each soul salvation see, Fond of these earthly toys;

That here its holy pledges tastes! Our souls, how heavily they go,

5 Drawn by thy quick’ning grace, O Lord,

In countless lumbers let them come, To reach eternal joys! 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,

And gather from their Father's board, In vain we strive to rise!

The bread that lives beyond the tomb! Hosannas languish on our tongues,

16 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest, And our devotion dies.

Till through the world thy truth has run,

Till with this bread all men be blest 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, With all thy quick’ning powers;

Who see the light, or feel the sun ! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,

HYMN XI.
And that shall kindle ours!

For the same.
HYMN VIII.

ND are we now brought near to God,
For the same.
E's come! let every knee be bent,

And, to effect this glorious change,
All hearts new joy resume;

Did Jesus shed his blood ?
Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent,

2 O for a song of ardent praise, « The Comforter is come."

To bear our souls above?

What should allay our lively hope, 2 What greater gift, what greater love, Could God op man bestow?

Or damp our flaming love! Angels for this rejoice above,

3 Then let us join the heavenly Choirs,

To praise our Heavenly King! Let man rejoice below! 3 Hail, Blessed Spirit! may each soul

O may that love which spreads this board, T'hy sacred influence feel;

Inspire us while we sing Do thou each sinful thought control,

4 “Glory to God in highest strains,

“ And to the earth be peace; And fix our war'ring zeal! 4 Thou to the conscience dost convey

- Good-will from heave to men is come; Those checks which we should know ;

“ And let it never cease! Thy motions point to us the way;

HYMN XII.
Thou giv'st us strength to go.

ON THE NEW-YEAR.
HYMN IX.

THE God of life, whose constant care FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION. With blessings crowns each op'ning year, From the Revelation of St. John.

My scanty span doth still prolong,

And wakes anew mine annual song. "HOU, God, all glory, honour, power, 2 How many precious souls are fled Art worthy to receive;

To the vast regions of the dead, Since all things by thy power were made, Since to this day the changing sun And by thy bounty live.

Through his last yearly period run. 2 tAnd worthy is the Lamb all power, 3 We yet survive; but who can say, Honour, and wealth to gain,

" Or through this year, or month, or day, Glory and strength; who for our sins “ I shall retain this vital breath, A sacrifice was slain !

“ Thus far, at least, in league with death ?" 3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd, 4 That breath is thine, eternal God ; And ransom'd us to God,

'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; * Chap. iv. Chap. v. 12. Chap. v.8.

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113 Then let me love my Bible more, On earth, or in the world unknown.

And take a fresh delight, 5 To thee our spirits we resign,

By day to read these wonders o'er, Make them and own them still as thine; And meditate by night. So shall they live secure from fear,

HYMN XIV. Though death should blast the rising year.

On Gratitude to God. 6 Thy children, panting to be gone, May bid the tide of time roll on,

THEN all thy mercies, O my God, To land them on that happy shore, Where years and death are known no more. Transported with the view, I'm lost 7 No more fatigue, no more distress,

In wonder, love, and praise! Nor sin, nor hell shall reach that place ; 2 O how shall words with equal warmth No groans to mingle with the songs,

The gratitude declare, Resounding from immortal tongues : That glows within my ravish'd heart! 8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;

But thou can'st read it there. No cares to break the long repose;

3 Thy providence my life sustain’d, No midnight shade, no clouded sun,

And all my wants redrest, But sacred, high, eternal noon.

When in the silent womb I lay, 9 0, long expected year! begin;

And hung upon the breast. Dawn on this world of woe and sin;

4 To all my weak complaints and cries Fain would we leave this weary road,

Thy mercy lent an ear,
To sleep in death, and rest with God. E’er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
HYMN XIII.

To form themselves in prayer.
The Christian's Hope.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my sou
HEN, rising from the bed of death, Thy tender care bestow'd,

Before my infant heart conceiv'd I see my Maker, face to face;

From whom those comforts flow'd. O how shall I appear!

6 When in the slippery paths of youth 2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

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Thine arm, unseen, convey'd ine safe, My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And led me up to man. And trembles at the thought ;

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd It gently clear'd my way, In Majesty severe,

And through the pleasing snares of vice, And sit in judgment on my soul;

More to be fear'd than they. O how shall I appear!

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, With health renew'd my face; Wo does her sins lament;

And when in sins and sorrows sunk, The timely tribute of her tears

Reviv'd my sonl with grace. Shall endless woe prevent.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss 5 Then see the sorrow of my heart,

Has made my cup run o'er; E'er yet it be too late;

And in a kind and faithful friend And hear my Saviour's dying groans,

Has doubled all my store. To give these sorrows weight.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 6 For never shall my soul despair

My daily thanks employ; Her pardon to procure,

Nor is the least a cheerful heart, Who knows thy only Son has died,

That tastes those gifts with joy. To make her pardon sure.

11 Through every period of my life Great God! with wonder and with praise Thy goodness I'll pursue ; On all thy works I look;

And after death, in distant worlds, But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, The glorious theme renew. Shine brighter in thy book.

12 When nature fails, and day and night 8 The stars, that in their courses roll,

Divide thy works no more, Have much instruction given;

My ever grateful heart, O Loril, But thy good word informs my soul

Thy mercy shall adore. How I may soar to heaven.

13 Through all eternity to thee 9 The fields provide me food, and show A joyful song I'll raise; The goodness of the Lord;

For oh! eternity's too short But fruits of life and glory grow

To utter all thy praise. In thy most holy word.

HYMN XV. 10 Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies ;

On the Glory of God in the Starry Heavens: Here my desires are satisfy'd,

Being a Translation of Part of the 19th And here my hopes arise.

Psalm of David. 11 Lord, make me understand thy law, 'HE spacious firmament on high,

Show what my faults have been ; And from thy Gospel let me draw

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Pardon for all my sin.

T'heir great original proclaim. 12 Here would I learn how Christ has died 2 Th’ unwearied sun, from day to day, To save my soul from hell;

Does his Creator's power display, Not all the books on earth beside

And publishes to every land Such heavenly wonders ten.

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3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, 30 may this goodness lead our land, The moon takes up the wondrous tale ; Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand, And nightly, to the list' ning eartb,

The tribute of its love to bring
Repeats the story of her birth;

To thee, our Saviour and our King;
Whilst all the stars that round her burn, 4 Till every public temple raise
And all the planets in their turn,

A song of triumph to thy praise;
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And every peaceful private home
And spread the truth from pole to pole. To thee a temple shall become.
5 What though in solemn silence all 5 Still be it our supreme delight
Move round the dark terrestrial ball; To walk as in thy glorious sight;
What though no real voice nor sound Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;

Till life's last hour, to persevere. 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,

HYMN XIX. And utter forth a glorious voice,

On God's Dominion over the Sea. For ever singing as they shine,

OD of the seas! thine awful voice “ The hand that made us is divine."? HYMN XVI.

And one soft word of thy command On the Providence of God: Taken chiefly Can sink them silent in the sand.

from the 23d Psalm of David. 2 The smallest fish that swims the seas, HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,

Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;

And largest monsters of the deep, His presence shall my wants supply, At thy command, or rage or sleep: And guard me with a watchful eye;

3 Thus is thy glorious power ador'd 2 My noon-day walks he shall attend, Among the wat’ry nations, Lord! And all my midnight hours defend:

Yet men, who trace the dangʻrous waves, When in the sultry glebe 1 faint,

Forget the mighty God who saves! Or on the thirsty mountain pant,

HYMN XX. 3 To fertile vales and dewy meads

Which may be used at Sea or on Land. My weary wand'ring steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Thou art their sure defence! Amid the verdant landskip flow.

Eternal wisdom is their guide, $ Though in the paths of death I tread,

Their help Omnipotence. With gloomy horrors overspread;

2 Though they through foreign lands should My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,

roam, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ;

And breathe the tainted air 5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, In burning climates, far from home; And guide me through the dreadful shade:

Yet thou, their God, art there. Though in a bare and rugged way,

3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil, Through devious lonely wilds I stray,

Makes every country please; 6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, Thou on the snowy hills doth smile, The barren wilderness shall smile,

And smooth’st the rugged seas ! With sudden greens and berbage crown'd, 4 When waves on yaves, to heaven uprear'd, And strçams shall murmur all around. Defy'd the pilot's art; HYMN XVII.

When terror in each face appear'de For the Mercies of Redemption.

And sorrow in each heart; Shall our transported voices raise! To snatch me from the grave! What ardent love and zeal are due,

I found thine ear not slow to hear, While heaven stands open to our view!

Nor short thine arm to save! 2 Once we were fall’n, and O how low! 16 Thou gav'st the word—the winds did cease, Juist on the brink of endless woe;

The storms 'obey'd thy will,
When Jesus, from the realms above, The raging sea was hush'd in peace,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,

And every wave was still! 3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,

7 For this, my life, in every state, And spread around his heavenly light! A life of praise shall be ;

1 By him what wondrous grace is shown

And death, when death shall be my fate, To souls impoverish'd and undone!

Shall join my soul to thee. 4 lle shows, beyond these mortal shores,

HYMY XXI. A bright inheritance as ours;

Prayer and Hope of Victory. Where saints in light our coming wait,

W may the God of grace and power: To saare their holy, happy state! HYMN XVIII.

Defend them in the necdful hour, For Public Mercies and Deliverances. And send deliverance from on high. ALVATION doth to God belong; 2 ln his salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Israel's God From him alone all mercies flow;

Our troops shall lift their banners up ; His arm alone subdues the foe!

Our pavies spread their flags abroad. 2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear 3 Some trust in horses train' for war, Propitious to his people's prayer;

And some of chariots make their boasts; And though deliverance he may stor, pur sarest expectations are Set aoswer's still in his own day.

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4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, 15 To him I cry'd, “Thy servant sare,

And let our trust be firm and strong, “ Thou ever good and just ; Till thy salvation shall appear,

" Thy power can rescue from the grave; And hymns of peace conclude our song. “ Thy power is all my trust!"

6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from death,
HYMN XXII.
For the Use of the Sick.

And dry'd my falling tears;
HEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh, Now to his praise l'II spend my breath,

Tlırough my remaining years.
Past mercies teach me where to fly;

HYMN XXIV.
Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid,

On the same. When sickness grieves, and pains invade. 2 To all the various helps of art

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Thee I'll extol with thankful voice! Kindly thy healing power impart; Bethesda's* bath refus'd to save,

Restcr'd by thine Almighty power, Unless an Angel bless'd the wave.

With fear before thee I'll rejoice. 3 All med'cines act by thy decree,

2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd, Receive commission all from thee;

To thee I cry'd, and thou did'st save;' And not a plant which spreads the plains, Thou did'st support my sinking hopes, But teems with health, when heaven ordains. My life didst rescue from the grave. $ Clay and Siloam’st pool, we find, 3 Wherefore, ye saints! rejoice with me At heaven's command restor'd the blind; With me sing praises to the Lord; And Jordan'st waters hence were seen

Call all his goodness to your mind, To wash a Syrian leper clean.

And all his faithfulness record. 5 But grant me nobler favours still, 4 His anger is but short; his love, Grant me to know and do thy will;

Which is our life, hath certain stay;
Purge my foul soul from every stain, Grief may continue for a night;
And save me from eternal pain.

But joy returns with rising day! @ Can such a wretch for pardon sue?

5 Then what I vow'd in my distress, My crimes, my crimes arise in view,

In happier hours I now will give, Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer,

And strive, that in my grateful verse And pour the horrors of despair.

His praises may for ever live, 7 But thoa, regard my contrite sighs,

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, My tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes ;

The blest and undivided Three, To me thy boundless love extend,

The one sole Giver of all life, My God, my Father, and my friend. Glory and praise for ever be. 8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead,

HYMN XXV. Had not thy Son vouchsaf’d to bleed;

Funeral Consolations. His blood procures for human race

EAR what the voice from heaven declarés Admittance to the throne of

grace. 9 When sin has shot it's poison'd dart, “ Releas’d from all their earthly cares, And conscious guilt corrodes the heart, “ They reign with him on high." His blood is all-sufficient found

2 Then, why lament departed friends, To draw the shaft and heal the wound.

Or shake at death's alarms? 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin? Death's but the servant Jesus sends What venom gives such pain within?

To call us to his arms. Thou great Physician of the soul,

3 If sin be parslon'd we're secure, Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. Death hath no sting beside; 11 O! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,

The law gave sin its strength and power;' And bow submissive to thy will,

But Christ, our ransom, died! Sickness and death shall both agree

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.

When in the grave he lay ;
ÁYMN XXIII.

And rising thence, their hopes he rais'a
On Recovery from Sickness.

To everlasting day!
HÉN we are raised from deep distress,

5 Then joyfully, while life we have, Our God deserves our song;

To Christ, our life, we'll singWe take the pattern of our praise

“ Where is thy victory, O grave? From Hezekiah's tongue.

“And where, 0 death, thy sting ?" 2 The gates of the devouring grave

HYMN XXVI. Are open'd wide in vain,

Christ's Commission to preach the Gospel. If he that holds the keys of death

St. Matth. chap. x. Command them fast again.

O forth, ye Heralds, in my name, 3 When he but speaks the healing word, Then no disease withstands ;

The glorious Jubilee proclaim, Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,

Where'er the human race is found. And fly, as he commands.

2 The joyful news to all impart, 4 If half the strings of life should break, And teach them where salvation lies; He can our frame restore,

With care bind up the broken heart, And east our sins behind his back,

And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. And they are found no more.

3 Be wise as serpents where you go,

But harmless as the peaceful dove, * John v. 4. + John ix, 7.

And let your heaven-taught conduct show 1 2 Kugs v. 10. Isaiah xxxix. 9, &s. That ye're comincissioni'd from abore,

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