When on thy awful name we call,
And at thy feet submillive fall,

O! condescend co hear.
2 Far may thy glorious reign extend,

May rebels to thy sceptre bend,
And yield to sov’reign love :
May we take pleasure to fulfil
The facred dictates of thy will,

As angels do above. 3 From thy kind hand each temp'ral good,

Our raiment and our daily food,
In rich abundance come :
Lord, give us still a fresh supply,
If thou withhold thy hand, we die,

And fill the filent tomb.
4 Pardon our fins, O God! that rise,

And call for vengeance from the skies ;
And while we are forgiv’n,
Grant that revenge may never rest,
Nor malice harbour in that breast,

Which feels the love of heav'n.
5 Protect us in the dangerous hour,

And from the wily Tempter's pow's
0! set our spirits free ;
And if temptation should affail,
May mighty peace o'er all prevail,

And lead our hearts to thee.
6 Thine is the pow's, to thee belongs

The constant tribute of our songs,
All glory to thy name :

Let ev'ry creature join oar lays,
In one resounding act of praise
Thy wonders to proclaim.
HYMN CCX. L. M. [GIBBONS.]

Prayer for the Brethren.
IN thee

throu all fufficient God, The Springs of happiness arise ; That cheer this howling waste below,

And bless the mansions of the skies. 2 We the productions of thy pow'r,

And pensioners upon thy love ;
Look'to thy throne with longing eyes,

And wait thy ble{lings from above. 3 Protect the young from ev'ry snare ;

And let thy staff suppart the old ;
Relieve the poor ; nor let the rich,

Have all their heritage in gold.
4 Let joyful fouls fill taste thy grace;

Give to the mourners heav'nly joy ;
Sustain the strong; and quick revive
The with’ring plants from their decay.
HYMN CCXI.

[Rippon'S COLL] The Humble Request. ITFATHER, whate’er of earthly bliss,

Thy fov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise.
2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart

From ev'ry murmur free :

C. M.

The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee.
3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,

My life and death attend ;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.
HYMN CCXII. C. M. [riffon's COLL.]

Prayer at Dedication.
GR
REAT God, now condescend

To bless our 'rising race ;
Soon may their willing fpirits bend

To thy victorious grace. 2 O what a vast delight

Their happiness to fee ;
Our warmest wishes all unite,

To lead their souls to thee. 3

Dear Lord thy spirit pour,
Upon our infant feed;
And bring the long'd for, happy hour,
That makes them thine indeed.
HYMN CCXIII. P.M. [nippon's COLL.]

The first Day of the IVeek.

A

Shake off each flothful band,
The wonders of this day,
Our sabbath songs demand.
Auspicious mora ! thy blissful rays,

Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.
2 At his approaching dawa
Reluctant death refiga'd ;

The glorious prince of life,
His dark domains confin'd:
Th' angelic host around him bends ;

Amidst their shouts, the God asceads. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord,

Heav'n with hofangas rings;
While earth in humwe strains
Thy praise responsive sings :
Worthy art thou who once was slain
Thro' endless years to live and reign.
HYMN CCXIV.

L. M. [STENNET.]
Before Sermon.

or ,
Obedient to their fov'reign Lord,
Meet to recount his acts of grace,
And offer folemn

prayer

and praise. 2 There says the Saviour will į be,

Amid this little company i
To them unveil my smiling face ;

And shed my glories round the place.
3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord,

Relying on thy faithful word.;
Now send ihy spirit from above :
And fill our hearts with heav'nly love.
HYMN CCXV.

[HART.]
After Sermon.
· DISMISS us with thy blefling Lord,
Help us to feed upon thy word

1; All that has been amiss forgive, And let thy truth within us live.

L. M.

C. M.

2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good ;

Wash all our works in Jesas' blood;
Give ev'ry fetter'd soul release,
And let us all depart in peace.
HYMN CCXVI.

[Ripron's COLL.]
A Morning Hymn.
TWhee, let my first offring rise,

Whofe fun creates the day ;
Swift as his glad'ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.
2 This day thy fav’ring hand be nigh,

So oft vouchsaf'd before ;
Still may it lead, protect, supply,

And I that hand adore.
3. If bliss thy Providence impart,

For which relign'd I pray?
Give me to feel the grateful heart,

And without guilt be gay.
4. AMiction, should thy love intend,

As vice or folly's cure;
Patient to gain that gracious end,

May I the means endure.
5 Be this and ev'ry future day,

Still wiser than the past ;
And when I all my

life survey,
sustain at last..
HYMN CCXVII. C. M. [m-.]

Evening Hymn. "Now from the altar of our hearts,

Les flames of love arise ;

May grace