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"By all the works that I have done,
"And all the wonders ye shall do.
3 Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,
"Go cast out devils in my name;
"Nor let my Prophets be afraid,

"Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme.

4 "While thus ye follow my commands,
"I'm with you till the world shall end;
"All power is trusted in my hands;
"I can destroy, and can defend."

5 He spake, and light shone round his head; On a bright cloud to heaven he rode!

They to the farthest nations spread
The grace of their ascended God,

ADDITIONAL HYMNS,

SET FORTH IN

GENERAL CONVENΤΙΟΝ, 1808.

HYMN XXVIII.

ADVENT.

The Coming and Office of Christ.

18, 19.

Luke iv.

ARK the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promis'd long! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.

2 On him the spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts his sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, the prisoners to release,

In satan's bondage held,

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray;

And on the eyes oppress'd with night,
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace,

T' enrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

4 How blessed are our eyes

That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd dit long
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ,
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad!
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
HYMN XXX.

Christ dying, rising, and reigning.
TE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!

A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood!
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus the dead revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant death in chains!
6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King,
"Born to redeem, instruct and save!"
Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting!
"And where thy victory, O grave!"
HYMN XΧΧΙ.
ASCENSION.

Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7.
UR Lord is risen from the dead,

Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

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2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the King of Glory in.

4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! " Ye everlasting doors give way!" 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possest, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever blest!

HYMN XXXII.

PENITENTIAL.

The Penitent's Supplication.

Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,

Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

HYMN XXXIII.
PENITENTIAL.

Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4.

OW oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word!

And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy parď'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore ;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

HYMN XXXIV.

PENITENTIAL.

The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2-4. OW long, thou faithful God, shall I Here in thy ways forgotten lie? When shall the means of healing be The channels of thy grace to me? 2 Sinners on every side step in, And wash away their pain and sin; But I, an helpless sin-sick soul, Still lie expiring at the pool. 3 Thou cov'nant-angels, swift come down, To-day, thine own appointments crown; Thy power into the means infuse, And give them now their sacred use. 4 Thou seest me lying at the pool, I would, thou know'st I would be whole; O let the troubled waters move, And minister thy healing love.

HYMN XXXV.
PENITENTIAL.

That my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit,

At Jesu's feet to lay it down!

To lay my soul at Jesu's feet!
2 Rest for my soul I long to find:
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, ali stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would; but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away!
HYMN XXXVI.

The Necessity of renewing Grace.

How helpless, guilty nature lies,

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calis, "Return;" Dear Lord, and may I come!

My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove?

Unconscious

The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 The will perverse, the passions blind,

In paths of ruin stray:
Reason debas'd can never find

The safe, the narrow way.

3 Can aught beneath a power divine

The stubborn will subdue?

'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine,
To form the heart anew.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recal,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.
5 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live!

A beam of heaven, a vital ray

'Tis thine alone to give.

6 O change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine!

Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN XXXVII.

Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41.

A LAS, what hourly dangers rise!

snares way!

To heaven, O 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 ray foes 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.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.
5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.
6 O keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.

HYMN XXXVIII.

The Joys of Heaven.

OME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere, Adorn the realms of peace.

HYMN XXXIX.

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

COME ve that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from this place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
3 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,
But fav'rites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4 The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas:
5 This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love;

He shall send down his heavenly powers

To carry us above.

6 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin;

There from the rivers of his grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
8 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

9 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

10 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN XL.

Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. OW long shall earth's alluring toys Detain our heart and eyes,

3 The soul from sin for ever free, Shall mourn its power no more;

But, clothed in spotless purity,

Redeeming love adore.

Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies?
2 These transient scenes will soon decay,
They fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain!
With conscious sighs we own;

Be lost in endless night.

While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,
O'ershade the smiling noon.

Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades!

4 There on a throne (how dazzling bright!) 4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly

Th' exalted Saviour shines;

And beams ineffable delight

On all the heavenly minds.

5 There shall the followers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs;

And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues..

6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,

Our feeble notes inspire;

Till in thy blissful courts above,

We join th' angelic choir.

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever blooming prospect rise,

Unconscious of decay.

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim!

With one reviving touch of thine

Our languid hearts inflame.

HYMN XLI.

The Christian's Confidence.
HEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall;
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all:
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN XLII.

INVITING.

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,
'Tis here our hope relies;

A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee;

Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
With bliss divinely free.

6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,
What honours shall we raise?
Not all th' angelic songs above
Can render equal praise.

HYMN XLIV.
Morning Hymn.

sun

Thy daily course of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past; Live this day, as if 'twere thy last: T' improve thy talents take due care; 'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear: Think how th' all-seeing God, thy ways And all thy secret thoughts, surveys. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. ix. And with the angels bear thy part; 4-6, 10.

IFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t' ensure the great reward;

And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
2 Life is the hour that God hath given
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
3 The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem'ry and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
4 Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy bury'd in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

5 Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
6 There are no aets of pardon past
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.

HYMN XLIII.

INVITING.

The Goodness of God. Nahum i. 7. E humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred praise,

For he is good, supremely good,
And kind are all his ways.
2 All nature owns his guardian care,
In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms;

'Tis here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms.

Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to thee, eternal King.
5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir;
May your devotion me inspire;
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
6 May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will:
O! may I never more do ill.
7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

GLORY

HYMN XLV.

Evening Hymn. to thee, my God, this night,

☑ For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thy own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee. I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Triumphing rise at the last day. 4 O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids clase

Stop all the avenues of ill.

But long to know and love thee more;

7 Thought to thought with my soul converse, And whilst we taste the bread and wine,

Celestial joys to me rehearse;

Desire to feed on joys divine.

And in my stead, all the night long,

5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,

Sing to my God a grateful song.

To see thy wondrous love display'd;

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,

Praise him, all creatures here below;

Praise him above, y' angelic host;

Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
6 Let humble penitential woe,

HYMN XLVI.

With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN XLVII.

Praise to the Redeemer.

O our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song!

O may his love (immortal flame!)

Tune every heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach?

What mortal tongue display?

Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee;
May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour dy'd for me."

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill every heart and tongue;

Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

HYMN XLVII.

Communion with Christ.

O Jesus, our exalted Lord,
That name, in heaven and earth ador'd,

Life, hope and joy to every heart.

HYMN XLIX.

The Lord's Day.

ELCOME, sweet day of rest,

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near
To feast his saints to-day;

Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
is better than ten thousand days
Where Jesus is within,
Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till it is call'd to soar away
To everlasting bliss.

Preparations for religious Worship.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, be
Let my religious hours alone;
From flesh and sense I would be free,
And hold communion, Lord, with thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,
To see thy grace, to taste thy love,
And feel thine influence from above.
3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that men call rich and great.
4 Send comfort down from thy right hand,
To cheer me in this barren land;
And in thy temple let me know
The joys that from thy presence flow.

Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A Cheerful song of sacred praise.

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,

And vain her blooming store;
Her brightness languishes to shade,
Her beauty is no more:

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