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Affift us, Lord to offer up
2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd,
Minutes came quick, but mercies were More fwift and free than they.
3 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.
LMIGHTY father, gracious Lord,
Thy mercies let my heart record,
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
3 Each rolling year new favor brought, From thy exhauflefs Rore :
But Oh! in vain my lab'ring thought
4 Yes! I adore thee, gracious Lord,
That I have known thy facred word
5 And when this mortal frame decays,
Complete the wonders of thy grace,
P. M. [ROBINSON.]
New Year's Day.
COME, thou fount of ev'ry bleffing,
Streams of mercy never ceafing,
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,
May make domeftic burdens light,
5 True helpers may they prove indeed
6 As Ifaac and Rebecca give
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.
The Mourner's Hymn.
PEACE! tis the Lord Jehovah's hand,
3 Tis he, the potentate fupreme,
Whofe fteady counfels wifely rule,
3 Our cov'nant God, and Father he,
Whofe grace can heal the bursting heart,
4 Fair garlands of immortal blifs,
5 Silent in our Jehovah's name;
HYMN CCXXII. C. M. [LEECH.]
Now haftens to his arms:
In awful ftate he takes the field,
Attendant plagues around him throng,
And pains and dying groans, obey
3 Look up ye heirs of endless joy,
When life on earth fhall fail.
Thofe arrows that fhall wound your flefb,
Dip't in the great Redeemer's blood,
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,
3 Great father of eternity,
How fhort our ages in thy fight!
4 Uncertain life, how foon it flies!
Dream of an hour, how fhort our bloom!
Teach us to count our short'ning days,