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HYMN- CI.—2 Corinthians xiii. 14. May the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour,
Rest upon us from above! Thus may we abide in union
With each other, and the Lord; And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.
The peace which God alone reveals,
And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels,
Direct and keep, and cheer your hearts*: And may the only Three in One,
The Father, Word, and Comforter, Pour an abundant blessing down · On ev'ry soul assembled here !
1 To thee our wants are known,
From thee are all our pow'rs;
And pardon what is ours :
* Phil. iv. 7.
2 Oh, grant that each of us
Now met before thee here,
When thou and thine appear!
1 The FATHER we adore,
And everlasting Son,
The glorious Three in One. 2 At the creation's birth
This song, was sung on high,
And through eternity.
i Father of angels and of men,
Saviour, who hast us bought,
And sanctify'd, and taught ! 2 Thy glory, holy Three in One,
Thy people's song shall be,
* Rev. xxii. 20.
I GLORY to God, the Father's name,
To Jesus, who for sinners dy'd;
By whom our souls are sanctify'd.
2 Thy praise was sung when time began
By angels, through the starry spheres ; And shall, as now, be sung by man
Through vast eternity's long years.
Ye saints on earth, ascribe, with heav'n's high
host, Glory and honour to the One in Three, ToGod th’FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, As was, and is, and evermore shall be,
My waking dreams are best conceald,
NCE on a time a paper kite Was mounted to a wondrous height, Where, giddy with its elevation, It thus express'd self-admiration: “ See how yon crowds of gazing people “ Admire my flight above the steeple ; “ How would they wonder if they knew * All that a kite like me can do! “ Were I but free, I'd take a flight, “ And pierce the clouds beyond their sight, “ But, ah ! like a poor pris’ner bound, “My string confines me near the ground: “I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring wing, “ Might I but fly without a string."
It tugg'd and pull’d, while thus it spoke, To break the string—at last it broke. Depriv'd at once of all its stay, In vain it try'd to soar away;
Unable its own weight to bear,
My heart reply'd, “ O Lord, I see “How much this kite resembles me! “ Forgetful that by thee I stand, “ Impatient of thy ruling hand; “ How oft I've wish'd to break the lines " Thy wisdom for my lot assigns ? “ How oft indulg'd a vain desire “For something more, or something high'r? “ And, but for grace and love divine, “ A fall thus dreadful had been mine."
A Thought on the Sea Shore.
1 In ev'ry object here I see
Something, O Lord, that leads to thee. -
Thy grace an ever-flowing tide. 2 In ev'ry object here I see
Something, my heart, that points at thec.
The Spider and Toad,
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