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Hymn II. Comnion Metre. .
Tbe Resurrection of Chrif.
A CAwakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
And loud hofannas sung ;
And praise on every congue.
To hail this welcome morn;
To nations yet unborn.
With strong compassion mov'd,
To save the souls he lov'd.
To bind his foul in death;
With his expiring breath.'
The hope of Judah's line;
On one' so much divine.
And Lord of all below;
And endless bleifings flow.
Glad hoinage let us give ;
Long Metre. [b]
Slaves to the world, and flaves to fin!
With all my powers to serve the Lord;
And in his kind commands rejoice. 5 O may I never faint nor tire,
Nor wander from thy sacred ways;
Hymn iy. Common Metre.
Watchfulness und Prayer.
What suares 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 !
How strong my soes and fears !
3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid,
Though trembling and afraid.
When foes and fears prevail ; And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail. 5 When firong temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside ;
My Guardian and my Guide.
And bid the tempter flee;
From happiness and thee.
When heav'n itself might seem tcppote!
Molt merciful when most severe !
And loudly thus for mercy call ;
And save us from th' infernal foe.” 3
Though viler than the brutes we be,
To taste the crumbs beneath thy board,
And all its sorrows turn to praise ;
Each self abasing broken heart,
Hail, David's ancient root !
To give the nations fruit. [spring, 2 Our weary souls shall rest
Beneath thy grateful shade;
By thy blest fruit convey'd.
With living glories bright;
A food of facred light,
Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray;
Al bbw to thy command,
And own that David's royal key
Well fits thy sov'reign hand. 2 Open the treasures of thy love,
And shed thy gifts abroad j Unveil to my rejoicing eyes The temple of my God,
3. There as a pillar let me stand,
On an eternal base ;
And polith'd by thy grace.
The title of my God;
As my secure abode.
Thy own beloved name ; That endless ages
there may read The great Immanuel's cláim.
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we fin, 2 Who among men, high Lord of all,
Thy servants to his bar may call ?
A brother o'er the flaming lake ?
Or worship by another's creed ?
We humbly seek and use our own. 4 wrong, forgive ; accept, if right,
Whilst faithful we obey our light;
To follow, as to learn, thy will.
Thy people, fashion'd in thy mould?