-3 Here we come thy name to praise ;
Let us feel thy presence near:
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,-
Make the fruits of grace abound,-
Bring relief from all complaints:
o Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

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HYMN 122. H. M.

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Newton.

Bethesda. [*]

Sabbath Morning.

WELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return,

Lord, make these moments blest. -From the low train of mortal toys,

• I soar to reach immortal joys.

-2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quick'ning word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

o 3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quick'ning powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:

• Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulg'd in vain.

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Hayward

HYMN 123. C. M. Sunday. [*]
The Lord's Day.

TH

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

Who, joyful, in harmonious lays
Employ an endless rest.

e 2 Lord, may we stil! remember thee,
And more in knowledge grow;

-And may we more of glory see,

While waiting here below.

o 3 On this glad day a brighter scene Of glory was display'd,

g By God, th' Eternal Word, than when This universe was made.

o 4 He rises, who our souls hath bought, With grief and pain extreme:

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'Twas great--to speak the world from nought'Twas greater-to redeem.

Decourcy's Col.

HYMN 124. C. M. Hymn 2d. [* b]

Devotion.

e 1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stiil'd; -And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

e 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,-
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy me, cy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.

-3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand see!

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

o 4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

o 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill ;

e Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.

-6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath'ring storm shall see;

. My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee.

Williams.

HYMN 125. C. M. St. Ann's. [*b]
Social Worship.

LORD, our languid souls inspire,
For here we trust thou art!

Send down a coal of heavenly fire,
To warm each waiting heart.

2 Shew us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise ;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

3 Within these walls let holy praise,
And love and concord dwell;

e Here give the troubled conscience peace The wounded spirit heal.

4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind bestow;

e And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow.

-5 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our prayers;

e And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares.

6 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforc'd by mighty grace,

Awaken many sinners round,
To come, and fill the place.

HYMN 126. 7's. Fairfax. [b]
A Blessing humbly requested.

1 LORD, we come before thee now;
At thy feet we humbly bow;
e Oh do not our suit disdain !

Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend; In compassion, now descend; -Fill our hearts with thy rich grace; o Tune our lips to sing thy praise. -3 In thine own appointed way, a Now we seek thee, here we stay Lord we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow.

2

-4 Send some message from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.

Newton

e 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;

Those who are cast down, lift up,
Make them strong in faith and hope
-6 Grant that all may seek, and find
Thee a God supremely kind:
Heal the sick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.

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Rippon.

HYMN 127. 8 & 7. Love Divine. [*]
Love Divine.

LOVE divine, all love excelling!

Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling:

All thy faithful mercies crown.

e Jesus, thou art all compassion!

Pure, unbounded love, thou art! o Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter ev'ry trembling heart.

a 2 Breathe, O breathe, thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast!

e Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd rest. -Take away the power of sinning, Alpha and Omega be;

o End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty.

-3 Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive! Suddenly return-and never

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Never more thy temples leave! -Then we should be always blessing, Serve thee as thy hosts above;

o Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,-
Glory in thy precious love.

4 Finish, then, thy new creation;
Pure, unspotted may we be;
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restor❜d by thee:
Chang'd from glory unto glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
e Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise!

Madan's Cel.

HYMN 128. C. M. Keading. [b*]
Seed in different Grounds. Matt. xiii, 3
1YE sons of earth, prepare the plougli-
Break up your fallow ground:

The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
2 The seed that finds a stony soil,
Shoots forth a hasty blade;
But ill repays the sower's toil,
Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead
3 The thorny ground is sure to balk
All hopes of harvest there;
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.

4 The beaten path and highway side
Receive the trust in vain ;

The watchful birds the prey divide,
And pick up all the grain.

o 5 But where the Lord of grace and power
Has bless'd the happy field;
How plenteous is the golden store,
The deep-wrought furrows yield!

e 6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace,

-Let the same hand that gives the seed,

Provide a fruitful place.

HYMN 129. L. M. Sicilian. [*]
Close of Worship.

Cowper

1 DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord,
Help us to feed upon thy word;

All that has been amiss, forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good;
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give every fetter'd soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

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HYMN 130. L. M. Portugal. [*]
Close of Worship.

THE

E peace which God alone reveals, And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels,

Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts.

Hart