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Affift us, Lord to offer up
2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd,
New time, new favor, and new joys,
Till we thall praife thee as we would,
4 Lord of our days, whofe hand hath fet New time upon our score;
Thee may we praise for all our time,
A birth day thought.
ALMIGHTY father, gracious Lord,
Kind guardian of my days,
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
3 Each rolling year new favor brought,
4 Yes! I adore thee, gracious Lord, For favors all divine;
That I have known thy facred word
And when this mortal frame decays,
P. M. [ROBINSON.]
Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home: Jefus fought me when a ftranger Wand'ring from the fold of God; He to fave my foul from danger, Interpos'd with precious blood. 3 O! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, Lord, take and feal it, Seal it from thy courts above.
HYMN CCXX. C. M.
A Wedding Hymn.
INCE Jefus freely did appear
2 Upon the bridal pair look down,
3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow,
Their fubflance blefs, and peace bestow,
4 In pureft love their fouls unite,
5 True helpers may they prove indeed
As Ifaac and Rebecca give
7 On ev'ry foul affembled here,
That blafts our joys in death ;
3 Our cov❜nant God, and Father he, In Chrift our bleeding Lord;
Whofe grace can heal the bursting heart,
4 Fair garlands of immortal bliss,
5 Silent in our Jehovah's name;
HYMN CCXXII. C. M. LEECH.]
In awful ftate he takes the field,
2 Attendant plagues around him throng, And wait his dread command:
And pains and dying groans, obey
3 Look up ye heirs of endlefs joy, Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is your reward,
When life on earth fhall fail.
4 Thofe arrows that fhall wound your flefh, Were giv'n him from above;
Dip't in the great Redeemer's blood,
A funeral thought. LORD thou hast been thy children's God, All pow'rful, wife, and good, and juft; In ev'ry age their fafe abode, Their hope, their refuge, and their trust,
2 Before thy word gave nature birth,
Or fpread the ftarry heav'ns abroad;
How fhort our ages in thy fight!
4 Uncertain life, how foon it flies !
Dream of an hour, how fhort our bloom!