No fatlings from the field or stall
His favour can obtain.

4 To men their rights I must allow,
And proofs of kindness give;

To GOD with humble rev'rence bow,
And to his glory live.

5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,
He never will despise;
And cheerful duty he'll prefer
To costly sacrifice.

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12.

Proper Metre. JOHN TAYLOR.
The acceptable offering.

ATHER of our feeble race!
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd:
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2 LORD! what off'ring shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye exprest;
Sympathy, at whose control,
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;

3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with lib'ral store.
Teach us, O thou heav'nly King!
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus th' accepted off'ring bring,
Love to thee and all mankind.

13.

Common Metre. WATTS,
Sincerity and hypocrisy.

GOD is a spirit, just and wise,

He sees our inmost mind:

In vain to heav'n we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honour can appear;

The formal hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eye salutes the skies, Their bended knees, the ground; But GoD abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found.

4 LORD! search my thoughts, and try my ways,

And make my soul sincere;

Then may I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

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14.

Long Metre. SCOTT.

Devotion vain without virtue.

Tare but vain homage, LORD! to thee:

H' uplifted eye, and bended knee,

In vain our lips thy praise prolong,
The heart a stranger to the song.

2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal,
The breaches of thy precepts heal?
Or fasts and penance reconcile
Thy justice, and obtain thy smile?
3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind,
Sincere, and to thy will resign'd,
To thee a nobler off'ring yields,
Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields.
4 Love GOD and man-this great command
Doth on eternal pillars stand:

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This did thine ancient prophets teach,
This did the great Messiah preach.

15.

Proper Metre. JOHN TAYLOR.
Surrounding the mercy seat.

FAR from mortal cares retreating,

Sordid hopes and fond desires,

Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Ev'ry heart to heav'n aspires.
From the Fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.

2 Who may share this great salvation?—
Ev'ry pure and humble mind;
Ev'ry kindred, tongue and nation,
From the dross of guilt refin'd:
Blessings all around bestowing,
GOD withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Ev'ry stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws,
LORD! with favour still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love;
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us:
All our hope is from above.

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16.

Long Metre. WATTS.

The love of GOD better than life.

GREAT GOD, indulge my humble

claim;

Thou art my joy, and thou my rest: The glories that compose thy name, Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 2 While in thy house I now appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face; O may I see thy mercy here, And taste the blessings of thy grace! 3 Not all by worldly men possest, Nor all the joys our senses know,

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Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. 4 My life itself, without thy love, No real pleasure could afford; 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd from the LORD.. 5 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed.

6 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And fill the remnant of my days.

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17.

Common Metre. JERVIS.
Homage and devotion.

WITH

ITH sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal love.

2 Before the awful throne we bow
Of heav'n's almighty King:
Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.
3 Thee we adore; and, LORD! to thee
Our filial duty pay:

Thy service, unconstrain'd and free,
Conducts to endless day.