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Assist the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.
3 Perpetual blessings from above,
Encompass me around;

But, O how few returns of love,
Hath my Creator found.

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4 What have I done for him that died,
To save my wretched soul!
How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll.

5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,
To thy dear cross I flee;

And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,
As in the embraces of my God,
And on my Saviour's breast.

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A HYMN.

HRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say; Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle's won; Lo! our sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath open'd paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King, Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save, Where's thy victory, O Grave! 5 Soar we now, where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head;

Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

6 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven,
Praise to thee by both be given;
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail the Resurrection thou.

7 King of glory, soul of bliss,
Everlasting life is this;

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Thee to know, thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.

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A HYMN.

IS mercies in Jesus renew'd,
Each morning I wake to adore,

A fountain of infinite good,

A sea without bottom or shore:

My Lord inexpressibly kind,

O when shall I thank him above, ibpcr 0; To Jésus eternally join'd,

Absorb'd in the depths of his love.

A HYMN.

GIVE me the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, aud fears.

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3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came, They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to his death.my bod

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,
His zeal inspir'd their breast,

And, following their incarnate God,
Possess'd the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given,

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While the long cloud of witnesses,
Show the same path to heaven.

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A HYMN.

N all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try

To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're form'd within;
And, ere my lips pronounce the word,
Thou know'st the sense I mean.

4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high.
Where can a creature hide!
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace șurround me still,
And, like a bulwark, prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secur'd by sov❜reign love.

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PSALM XC.

GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

2 Under the shadow of thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;

Sufficient is thy arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

3. Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame;
From everlasting thou art God,.
To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.

6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

7 O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our perpetual home.

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PSALM XCI.

'H'shall under the Almighty's shade
TE that hath God his guardian made,

Secure and undisturb'd abide:
Thus to my soul, of him, I'll say,
He is my fortress and my stay,

My God, in whom I will confide. 2 Thy tender love and watchful care Shall free me from the fowler's snare,

And from the noisome pestilence:
Thou over me thy wings shalt spread,
And cover my unguarded head;

Thy truth shall be my strong defence.
3 No terrors that surprise by night,
Shall thy undaunted courage fright;
Nor deadly shafts that fly by day:
Nor plague of unknown rise that kills
In darkness, nor infectious ills

That in the hottest seasons slay.

4 A thousand at thy side shall die,
At thy right hand ten thousand lie,

While thy firm health untouch'd remains ;

Thou only shalt look on and see
The wicked's dismal tragedy,

And count the sinner's mournful gains.
5 Because with well-plac'd confidence
Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure defence,
And on the Highest dost rely;
Therefore, no ills shall thee befall,
Nor to thy healthful dwelling shall
Any infectious plague draw nigh.
6 For he, throughout thy happy days,
To keep thee safe in all thy ways,

Shall give his angels strict commands; And they, lest thou should'st chance to meet With some rough stone to wound thy feet, Shall bear thee safely in their hands.

PSALM XCIII.

1 W The Lord that o'er all nature reigns;

WITH glory clad, with strength array'd,

The world's foundation strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

2 How sure establish'd is thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see;
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art King from all eternity.

3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure:

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And they, that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure,

Must still in holiness excel.

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PSALM CXXI.

10 Heaven I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid:

The Lord, that built the earth and skies,
Is my perpetual aid..

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