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Hymn Il. Common Metre.

The Resurrection of Chrift.
GAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day.
2 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every congue.
3 Ten thousand differing lips shall join,

To hail this welcome morn;
Which fcatters blessings from its wings,

To nations yet unborn.
4 Jesus, the friend of human kind,

With strong compassion mov'd,
Came from the bosom of his God,

To save the souls he lov'd.
5 The powers of darkness leagu'd in vain,

To bind his foul in death,
He thook their kingdom when he fell,

With his expiring breath. '
6 Not long the bands of death could keep

The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold

On one' so much divine.
7 Exalted high at God's right hand,

And Lord of all below;
Through him is pari'ning love dispens'de

And endless bleilings flow.
3 Now to our Saviour and our King,

Glad homage let us give;
And be prepar'd like him to die,
Thatvih him we may live.

Mrs. BARBAULD.

Hymn III.

Long Metre.

Holy Refulation.
H, wretched souls, who strive in vain !

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A nobler toil may I sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.
2 I would resolve with all my heart,

With all my powers to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,

Whose service is a rich reward. 3 O be his service all my joy,

Around let my example thine ;
Till others love the bless'd employ,

And join in labours so divine.
4 Be this the purpose of my soul,

My folemn, my determin's choice;
To yield to his supreme control,

And in his kind commands rejoice,
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may I never faint nor tire,
Nor wander from thy sacred ways į
Great God, accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.

Mrs. STEELE.

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Hymn IV. Common Metre.

Watchfulness und Prayer.

What snares beset my way!
To heaven then let me lift my eyes,

And hourly watch and pray. 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,

And melt in flowing tears !
My weak resistance, ah how vain !

How strong my soes and fears!

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,

My feeble efforts aid,
Help me to watch and pray, and strive,

Though trembling and afraid.
Increase my faith, increase my hope,

When foes and fears prevail ; And bear my fainting fpirit up,

Or foon my strength will fail. 5 When strong temptations fright my heart,

Or lure my feet aside ;
My God, thy powerful aid impart,

My Guardian and my Guide.
6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way,

And bid the tempter flee; And never let me go astray, From happiness and thee.

Mrs. STEELE. byan V.

Long Metre.
The Syro-Plenician Woman. Nat. XV. 26, 27.
LL-conqu’ring faith! how high it rose!

When heav'n itself might seem t'cppote! All gracious Lord! who didit appear

Most merciful when most severe !
2. Thus, at thy feet, our fouls would fall,

And loudly thus for mercy call ;
“Thou Son of David, pity thow,

And save us from th' infernal foe.”
3 Though viler than the brutes we be,

Our longing eyes would wait on thee,
Who dolt to dogs such grace afford;
To taste the crumbs beneath thy board,
But thou the humble soul wilt raise,
And all its sorrows turn to praise ;

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Each self abasing broken heart,
Shall with thy children share a part.

DODPRIDGE.
Hymn VI. Short Metre.
Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star,
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LL hail, mysterious King !

Hail, David's ancient root ! Thou righteous branch, which thence did

To give the nations fruit. [{pring, 2 Our weary souls shall rest

Beneath thy grateful shade ;
Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste,

By thy blest fruit convey'd. 3 Fair morning star, arise !

With living glories bright; And

pour on these awakening eyes
A dood of facred light.
4 The horrid gloom is fled,

Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray;
Shine, and our wandering footiteps lead
To everlasting day.

DODORIDGE, altered,
Hymn VII. Common Metre. .

A Pillar in the beavenly Temple. ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail !

, And own that David's royal key

Well fits thy fov'reign hand. ? Open the treasures of thy love,

And shed thy gifts abroad; Unveil to my rejoicing eyes

The temple of my God,

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3 There as a pillar let me stand,

On an eternal base ;
Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,

And polith'd by thy grace.
4 There, deep engraven let me bear,

The title of my God;
And mark the new Jerusalem,

As my secure abode.
5 In lasting characters infcribe

Thy own beloved name; That endless

ages there may read The great Immanuel's claim.

DODDRIDE, Hymn VIII. Long Metre. [X or ]

Uncharitable Judgment.

The springs whence wrong opinions flow; To judge from principles within,

When frailty errs, and when we fin, 2 Who among men, high Lord of all,

Thy fervants to his bar may call ? Decide of heresy, and shake

A brother o'er the flaming lake ?
3 Who, with another's eye, can read ?

Or worship by another's creed ?
Revering thy command alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.
If wrong, forgive ; accept, if right,
Whilst faithful we obey our light;
And, cens’ring none, are zealous still

To follow, as to learn, thy will.
5 When shall our happy eyes behold

Thy people, fashion'd in thy mould?

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