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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 :

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Let ev'ry creature join oar lays,
In one resounding act of praise
Thy wonders to proclaim.

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.

[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 :

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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.
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.


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.

Before Sermon.

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


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.

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.

[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

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