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Not all the books on earth befide
fuch heav'nly wonders tell.
Then let me love my Bible more,
and take a fresh delight,

By day to read these wonders o'er,
and meditate by night.

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HYMN XIV.

On GRATITUDE to GOD.
HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
my rifing foul furveys;

Transported with the view, I'm loft
in wonder, love, and praise !

2 O how shall words with equal warmth
the gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart?
but thou canft read it there.

3 Thy Providence my life fuftain'd,
and all my wants redrefs'd,
When in the filent womb I lay,
and hung upon the breast,
To all my weak complaints and cries
thy mercy lent an ear,

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Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
to form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
thy tender care bestow'd,

Before my infant heart conceiv'd
from whom those comforts flow'd

6 When in the flipp'ry paths of youth with heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me fafe, and led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, it gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleafing fnares of vice, more to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with fickness, oft haft thou with health renew'd my face;

And when in fins and forrows funk, reviv'd my foul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs has made my cup run o'er;

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10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
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Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart,
that tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through ev'ry period of my life
thy goodness I'll purfue;

And after death, in diftant worlds,
the glorious theme renew.

12 When nature fails, and day and night
divide thy works no more,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
thy mercy fhall adore.
13 Through all eternity to thee
a joyful fong I'll raife;
For oh! eternity's too fhort
to utter all thy praise.

HYMN XV. 、al

On the GLORY of GOD in the Starry Heavens:
Being a Tranflation of Part of the 19th Pfalm of
David.

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I HE fpacious firmament on hight,
With all the blue etherial sky,
And fpangled heav'ns, a fhining frame,
Their great original proclaim.

2 Th' unwearied fun from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r difplay,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
3 Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale;
And nightly, to the lift'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 Whilst all the ftars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in folemn filence all

Move round the dark terreftrial ball;
What though no real voice nor found-
Amidft their radiant orbs be found;

6. In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever finging as they fhine,

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"The Hand that made us is Divine."

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HYMN XVI.

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On the Providence of GOD: Taken chiefly from
the 23d Pfalm of David.
HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care;
His prefence shall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
2 My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend:
When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant.
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring fteps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow,
Amid the verdant landfkip flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;
My stedfast heart fhall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
5 Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful fhade:"
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray.
6 Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile,
The barren wildernefs thall fmile,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And ftreams fhall murmur all around.

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HYMN XVII.

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For the Mercies of Redemption.
LL-glorious God, what hymns of praise
Shall our tranfported voices raife!
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heav'n ftands open to our view!
2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low!
Juft on the brink of endless woe;
When Jefus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,

3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night, And spread around his heav'nly light! By him what wond'rous grace is shown To fouls impoverish'd, and undone. 4 He shows, beyond thefe mortal fhores, A bright inheritance as ours;

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Where faints in light our coming wait, To share their holy, happy ftate!

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HYMN XVIII.

For public Mercies and Deliverances. ALVATION doth to God belong; His pow'r and grace shall be our song From him alone all mercies. flow; His arm alone fubdues the foe! 2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear Propitious to his people's pray'r; And though deliv'rance he may stay, Yet answers ftill in his own day. 3 O may this goodness lead our land, Still fav'd by thine Almighty hand, The tribute of its love to bring To thee, our Saviour and our King; 4. Till ev'ry public temple raise A fong of triumph to thy praife; And ev'ry peaceful private home To thee a temple fhall become. 5 Still be it our fupreme delight, To walk as in thy glorious fight; Still in thy precepts and thy fear, Till life's laft hour, to perfevere.

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HYMN XIX.

On GOD's Dominion over the Sea.
OD of the feas! thine awful voice.

G Bids all the rolling waves rejoice!

And one foft word of thy command
Can fink them filent in the fand.
2 The smallest fish that fwims the feas,
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
And largest monsters of the deep,
At thy command, or rage or fleep.

3 Thus is thy glorious pow'r ador'd
Among the wat'ry nations, Lord!
Yet men, who trace the dang'rous waves,
Forget the Mighty God who'faves!

The following Prayer, to be used in the congregations
is Diocese while the disease called Asiatic Cholera is im-
nding, is put forth in conformity with Canon XLVII, of
32, of the General Convention of the P. E. Church in
e United States.
A. POTTER,

Bishop of the Diocese of Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia, Dec. 12, 1848.

PRAYER.

O God, with whom are the issues of life and death, to hom it justly belongeth to punish sinners, and to be merful to them that truly repent; save us, we humbly beseech ee, from the ravages of that pestilence with which we are reatened. We have provoked thy righteous judgments y our manifold transgressions and hardness of heart, and hough we should utterly perish, our punishment would be ess than our sins deserve. But, O God, who desirest not he death of a sinner, but rather that he should turn from is wickedness and live, have pity upon us, thy unworthy creatures, and grant that we, repenting of our iniquities and forsaking our sins, may experience thy forgiving and protecting grace. As thou didst deliver thy people of old when they turned to thee from their rebellion, and didst cause thy destroying angel to cease from punishing, so turn thine anger from us, who meekly acknowledge our vileness, and repent us of our sins. Spare those who are now suffering from this grievous sickness, restore the voice of joy and health to their dwellings; and grant that all who shall taste thy forbearing mercy may devote their souls and bodies a living sacrifice to thee; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

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