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Affift us, Lord to offer up
Our ev'ning facrifice.

2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd,
Have made up all this day;

Minutes came quick, but mercies were More fwift and free than they.

3 New time, new favor, and new joys,
Do a new fong require

Till we thall praife thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' defire.

4 Lord of our days, whofe hand hath fet New time upon our score ;

Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time fhall be no more.

HYMN CCXVIII.

C. M.

[STEELE.]

A birth day thought.

LMIGHTY father, gracious Lord,
Kind guardian of my days,

Thy mercies let my heart record,
In fongs of grateful praise.

2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Was thy indulgent care,

Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
Or breathe the infant pray'r.

3 Each rolling year new favor brought, From thy exhauflefs Rore :

But Oh! in vain my lab'ring thought
Would count thy mercies o'er.

4 Yes! I adore thee, gracious Lord,
For favors all divine

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That I have known thy facred word
Where Jefus' glories fhire.

5 And when this mortal frame decays,
And ev'ry weakness dies;

Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.

HYMN CCXIX.

P. M. [ROBINSON.]

New Year's Day.

COME, thou fount of ev'ry bleffing,
Tune my heart to fing thy grace :

Streams of mercy never ceafing,
Call for fongs of louded praife:
Teach me fome melodious fonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount; O fix me on it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
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.

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A Wedding Hymn.

INCE Jefus freely did appear
To grace a marriage feast;
O Lord we afk thy prefence here,
To make a wedding gueft.

2 Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands,
Their union with thy favor crown,
And blefs the nuptial bands.

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow,
Of all rich dow'ries beft!

Their fubflance blefs, and peace bestow,
To fweeten all the rett.

4 In pureft love their fouls unite,
That they with chriftian care,

May make domeftic burdens light,
By taking mutual share.

5 True helpers may they prove indeed
In prayer, and faith, and hope;
And fee with joy a godly feed
To build their houfhold up.

6 As Ifaac and Rebecca give
A pattern chafte and kind;
So may this married couple live,
And die in friend fhip join'd.

7 On ev'ry foul affembled here,

O make thy face to fhine;

Thy goodnefs more our hearts can cheer, Than richeft food or wine.

HYMN CCXXI.

C. M.

[DODDRIDGE.]

The Mourner's Hymn.

PEACE! tis the Lord Jehovah's hand,
That blafts our joys in death ;
Changes the vifage once fo dear,
And gathers back the breath.

3 Tis he, the potentate fupreme,
Of all the worlds above;

Whofe fteady counfels wifely rule,
Nor from their, purpose move.

3 Our cov'nant God, and Father he,
In Chrift our bleeding Lord;

Whofe grace can heal the bursting heart,
With one reviving word.

4 Fair garlands of immortal blifs,
He weaves for ev'ry brow;
And fhall rebellious paffions rife,
When he corrects us now.

5 Silent in our Jehovah's name;
We kifs the fcourging hand;
And yield our comforts and our life,
To thy fupreme command.

HYMN CCXXII. C. M. [LEECH.]
For a time of General Sickness.
DEATH with his dread commiffion feal'd,

Now haftens to his arms:

In awful ftate he takes the field,
And founds his dire alarms.

Attendant plagues around him throng,
And wait his dread command:

And pains and dying groans, obey
The fignal of his hand.

3 Look up ye heirs of endless joy,
Nor let your fears prevail;
Eternal life is your reward,

When life on earth fhall fail.

Thofe arrows that fhall wound your flefb,
Were giv'n him from above;

Dip't in the great Redeemer's blood,
And feather'd all with love,

HYMN CCXXIII.

L

L. M.

[STEELE.]

A funeral thought.

ORD thou hast been thy children's God, All pow'rful, wife, and good, and just; 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;
Or form'd the varied face of earth,
From everlasting thou art God.

3 Great father of eternity,

How fhort our ages in thy fight!
A thousand years how fwift they fly,
Like one fhort, filent watch, of night!

4 Uncertain life, how foon it flies!

5

Dream of an hour, how fhort our bloom!
Like fpring's gay verdure now we rife,
Cut down at night to fill the tomb !

Teach us to count our short'ning days,
And with true diligence, apply

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