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-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:
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

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NEWTON.

HYMN 122. H. M. 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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HYMN 123. C. M.

HAYWARD.

Sunday. [*]

The Lord's Day.

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

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

2 Lord, may we still 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 the 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.

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DECOURCY'S COL.

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

WHIL

Devotion.

HILST thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my
vain wishes still'd;

-And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

e 2 Thy love the power of tho't bestow'd, To thee my thoughts would soar:

o Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd; That mercy I adore.

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

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e 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,

e

o My heart shall find delight in praise,

e

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 low'r, My soul shall meet thy will.

-6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see:

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

HYMN 125. C. M. St. Ann's.

Social Worship.

WILLIA

10 LORD, our languid souls inspire,

For here we trust thou art!

[* b]

Send down a coal of heav'nly 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.

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NEWTON

HYMN 126. 7s. Fairfax. [b]

A Blessing humbly requested.

LORD, we come before thee now,

At thy feet we humbly bow; e O 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.

-4 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford;

Let thy Spirit now impart,

Full salvation to each heart.
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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. [*]

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Love Divine.

OVE 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! Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter ev'ry trembling heart.

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 would 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:

g Chang'd from glory unto glory,

Till in heav'n we take our place;

& Till we cast our crowns before thee,

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Lost in wonder, love, and praise! MADAN'S COL

HYMN 128. C. M. Reading. [b*]
Seed in different Grounds. Matt. xiii, 3.
E sons of earth, prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground:
The sower is gone forth to sow,

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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 were the Lord of grace and power,
Has bless'd the happy field;

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How plenteous is the golden store,
The deep wrought furrows yield!
6 Father of mercies, we have neea
Of thy preparing grace;

-Let the same hand that gives the seed,
Provide a fruitful place.

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COWPER.

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

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.

Tand by his word of grace imparts,
HE peace which God alone reveals,

Which only the believer feels,

Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts.

HART.