8 Thy facred name we thus adore,
And bow before thy throne ;
For kingdom, power and glory, Lord,
Belong to thee alone.

Liverpool Coll.

Hymn LXVII. Common Metre. [*]

The Univerfal Prayer.

ATHER of all! whofe cares extend
To earth's remoteft fhore

Through every age let praife afcend,
And every clime adore.

2 Yet not to earth's contracted span,
Thy goodness let me bound;
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thoufand worlds are round.
3 To thee, whofe prefence fills all space,
The earth, the air, the fkies;

4

One chorus let all beings raife,

All nature's incense rife!
Father of all! whofe tender care
Does every want fupply;

To thee I pour the fervent prayer,
And raife the filial

eye.

5 What bleffings thy free bounty gives
Let me not caft away;
Who gratefully enjoys and lives,
Does the beft homage pay.

6 Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious difcontent;

At aught thy wisdom has 'deny'd,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
7 Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the faults I fee ;

That mercy I to others fhow,
That mercy fhow to me.

8 Let not this weak unknowing hand
Prefume thy bolts to throw,

And deal deftruction round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.

9 If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.

10 This day, be bread and peace my
But, all beneath the fun,

lot;

Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not;
Then let thy will be done.

Altered from POPE.

Hymn LXVIII. Common Metre. [* or b】

Prudence.

ATHER of light! conduct my feet
Through life's dark, dangerous road;

Let each advancing ftep ftill bring
Me nearer to my God.

2 Let heav'n ey'd prudence be my guide,
And when I go aftray,

Recal my feet from folly's path,
To wifdom's better way.

3 Teach me in ev'ry various scene
To keep my end in fight;
And whilst I tread life's mazy track,
Let wisdom guide me right.

4 That heavenly wisdom from above
Abundantly impart ;

And let it guard, and guide, and warm,
And penetrate my heart.

5 Till it fhall lead me to thyfelf,

Fountain of blifs and love;

And all my darkness be difpers'd,
In endless light above.

Hymn LXIX.

Long Metre.

SMART.

[*]

Praife for Rain and fruitful Seafons. ATHER of light! we fing thy name, Who made the fun to rule the day: Wide as he fpreads his golden flame, His beams thy power and love display. 2 Fountain of good! from thee proceed The copious fhowers of genial rain; Which, o'er the hill and through the mead, Revive the grafs and swell the grain. 3 Through the wide world thy bounties fpread Yet thousands of our guilty race, Though by thy daily goodnefs fed, Tranfgrefs thy law, abufe thy grace.

4 Not fo, fhall our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care; But, what thy liberal hand imparts, Receive with praife, and afk in prayer. 5 So fhall the fun more grateful fhine,

And fhowers in welcome drops fhall fall
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, our God, enjoy'd in all.
Jefus our brighter Sun, arife,

In plenteous fhowers, thy Spirit fend,
Earth then shall grow to Paradise ;
And in celestial Eden end.

DODDRIDGE,

[*]

Long Metre.

At the Ordination of a Minifler.

Hymn LXX.

FA

ATHER of mercies! in thy houfe
We e pay our homage and our vows;

Whilft with a grateful heart we share
Thefe pledges of our Saviour's care.
2 The Saviour, when to heav'n he rose,
In fplendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.

3 Hence fprang th' Apoftle's honour'd name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame;

4

Hence dictates the prophetic fage,
And hence the evangelic page.

;

In lower forms to blefs our eyes, Paftors from hence and Teachers rife Who, though with feebler rays they fhine, Still mark a long extended line. 5 From Chrift their varied gifts derive, And, fed by him, their graces live; Whilft guarded by his potent hand, Amidft the rage of hell they stand. 6 So fhall the bright fucceflion run, Through all the courfes of the fun; Whilft unborn churches, by their care, Shall rife and flourish large and fair. 7 Jefus, our Lord, their hearts fhall know The fpring whence all thefe bleffings flow Paftors and people fhout his praife, Through the long round of endless days.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXXI. Common Metre. [*]

The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures.

FATHER of mercies ! in thy word

What endless glory fhines!

Forever be thy name ador'd,

For thefe celeftial lines,

2 Here may

the wretched fons of want

Exhauftlefs riches find;

Treasures beyond what earth can grant,
And lafting as the mind.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repaft;
Sublimer fruits than nature knows,
Invite the longing taste.

4

Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful found.

5 O may thefe heavenly pages be
Our study and delight;
And ftill new beauties may we see,
And still increasing light.

6 Divine inftructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near;

Teach us to love thy facred word,
And view our Saviour there.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn LXXII. Common Metre. [or]

Love to our Neighbour.

ATHER of mercies! fend thy grace,
All powerful, from above,

To form, in our obedient fouls,
The image of thy love.

2 O may our fympathifing breafts
That generous pleasure know;
Kindly to fhare another's joy,
And weep for others' woe.

Whene'er the helpless fons of want
In low diftrefs are laid,