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But mercy dawns with kinder beari,

And guilt and rising fear controls. 5 O let thy mercy, on my heart,

With cheering, healing radiance fhine ;
Bid every anxious fear depart,

And gently whisper “thou art mine.” 6 Then, fafe beneath thy guardian care,

In hope serene my foul shall rest ;
Nor storms nor dangers reach me there,
In thee, my God, my refuge, blest.

Mrs. STEELE,

Hymn CLVII. Long Metre. [X or b]

The Eternal Sabbath.

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On this thy day, in this thy house; And let our songs and worship rise

Like grateful incense to the skies.
2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ;

But there's a nobler test above;
To that, our labouring fouls aspire

With ardent pangs of strong defire. 3

No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor fin, nor death shall reach the places
No groans Mall, mingle with the fongs,

Which warble from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms, no raging foes,

To interrupt the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded fun,

To veil the bright eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin ;

Dawn on these realms of death and fa,

Fain would we quit this weary road,
And fleep in death, to rest with God.

DODDRIDGE.

hymn CLVIII. Common Metre. [X]

Divize Goodness.

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Thee full and free and kind; Thy bounty through creation flows,

Nor can it be confin'd.
2 The whole in every part proclaims

Thy infinite good will!
It shines in stars, it flows in streams,

And bursts from every hill.
3 It fills the wide extended main,

And heavens which spread more wide; It drops in gentle showers of rain,

And rolls in every tide. 4 Still hath it been diffus'd and free,

Through ages pait and gone; Nor ever can exhauited be,

But still keeps flowing on. 5 Through the whole earth it pours supplies,

Spreads joy through all its parts ; Lord, may thy goodness draw our eyes,

And captivate our hearts. 6 High admiration let it raise,

And kind affections move;
Employ our tongues in hymns of praise,
And fill our hearts with love.

Liverpool Collection.

Hymn CLIX. Short Metre. [* or

The Promise to Believers and their Children,

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Our eyes delighted trace ; Thy love in long fucceffion shown

To Sion's chosen race. 2 Our children thou dost claim,

And mark them out for thine j Ten thousand blessings to thy name

For goodness so divine.
3 Thee, let the fathers own,

And thee, the sons adore ;
Join'd to the Lord in solemn vows,

To be forgot no more.
4 Thy cov'nant may they keep,

And bless the happy bands,
Which closer ftill engage their hearts

To honour thy commands.
5 How great thy mercies, Lord !

How plenteous is thy grace! Which, in the promise of thy love,

Includes our rising race. 6 Our offspring, still thy care,

Shall own their father's God, To latest times thy blessing share,

And found thy praise abroad.

Salisbury Collection

Pymn CLX. Common Metre. [X]

Creation and Providence.

LORD when my raptured thought surveys

Creation's beauties o'er,

All nature joins to teach thy praise,

And bid my soul adore.
2 Where'er I turn my gazing eyes,

Thy radiant footiteps shine';
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,

And speak the hand divine.
3 The living tribes of countless forms

In earth and sea and air ;
The meanest flies, the smallest worms,

Almighty power declare.
4 All rose to life at thy command,

And wait their daily food
From thy paternal, bounteous hand,

Exhaustless spring of good!
5 The meads, array'd in beauteous green,

With wholesome herbage crown'd j The fields with corn, a richer scene,

Spread thy full bounties round.
6 The fruitful tree, the blooming flower,

In varied charms appear ;
Their varied charins display thy power,

Thy goodness all declare.
7 The sun's productive quick’ning beams

The growing verdure spread; Refreshing rains and cooling streams

His gentle influence aid. 8 The moon and stars his absent light

Rellect with borrow'd rays; And deck the fable veil of night, And speak their Maker's praise.

Mrs. Sterlin

hymn CLXI. Long Metre. [*orb

Faith in tbe Redeemer's Sacrifice.
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ORD. when my thoughts delighted to Glad hope revives my drooping heart,

And bids intruding fear depart.
2 But whift thy sufferings I survey,

And faith enjoys a heavenly ray,
These dear memorials of thy pain

Present anew the dreadful scene.
3 1 h car thy groans, with deep furprize,

And view thy wounds with weeping eyes ; Each bleeding wound, each dying, groan,

With anguish fill'd, and pains unknown. 4 For mortal crimes, a facrifice,

The Lord of life, the Saviour dies ;
What love, what mercy, how divine !

And can I call the Saviour mine? 5 Repenting forrow fills my heart,

But ming ing joy allays the smart;
O may my

future life declare The sorrow and the joy fincere. 6 Be all my beart, and all my days

Devoted to my Saviour's praise ;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love..

Mis. STFELS.

Dumn CLXII. Long Metre.

The Gospel Jubilee
OUD let the tuneful trumpet found,
And spread the joyful tidings round !

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