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(C. M.)

HYMN 92.
1 0, IN the morn of life, when youth

'With vital ardor glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms

That beauty can disclose;
2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow'rs

Are yet by vice enslav’d,
Be thy Creator's glorious name

And character engrav'd:
3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud

The sunshine of thy days;
And cares and toils, in endless round,

Encompass ail thy ways:
4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,

With vain regret, deplore,
And sadly muse on former joys,

That now return no more.
5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd,

In age will give thee rest :
O then, improve the morn of life,
To make its ev’ning blest !

HYMN 93.

Rev. v. 9. 12, 13.
I THOU, God, all glory, honour, pow'r,

Art worthy to receive;
Since all things by thy pow'r were made

And by thy bounty live.
2 And worthy is the Lamb all pow'r,

Honour, and wealth, to gain,
Glory and strength; who for our sins
A sacrifice was slain !

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3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd,

And ransom'd us to God, From ev'ry nation, ev'ry coast,

By thy most precious blood.
4 Blessing and honour, glory, pow'r,

By all in earth and heav'n,
To him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be giv'n.
HYMN 94.

(L M.) 1 MY God, and is thy table spread ?

And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,

And let them thy sweet mercies know! 2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes !

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood ! Thrice happy he who here partakes

That sacred stream, that heav'nly food ! Why are its bounties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd } Was not for you the victim slain ?

Are you forbid the children's bread ? 4 O let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests! And may each soul salvation see,

That here its holy pledges tastes ! 5 Drawn by thy quick’ning grace, O Lord

In countless numbers let them come, And gather from their Father's board,

The bread that lives beyond the tomb ! 6 Nor let thy spreading gospel rest,

Till through the world thy truth has run; Till with this bread all men be blest,

Who see the light, or feel the sun!

(C. M.)

HYMN 95. 1 AND are we now brought near to God,

Who once at distance stood ? And, to effect this glorious change,

Did Jesus shed his blood ?
2 O for a song of ardent praise,

To bear our souls above!
What should allay our lively hope,

Or damp our flaming love!
8 Then let us join the heav'nly choirs,

To praise our heav'nly King!

O may that love which spread this board,

Inspire us while we sing; 4 Glory to God in highest strains,

66 And to the earth be peace; 66 Good-will from heav'n to men is come,

« And let it never cease !"

HYMN 96.

(L. M.) 1 TO Jesus, our exalted Lord,

That name heav'n and earth ador’d,
Fain would our hearts and voices raise

A cheerful song of sacred praise.
2 But all the notes which mortals know,
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,

The theme demands immortal tongues. 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,

And worship at his sacred feet, 0 let our warm affections move,

In glad returns of grateful iove.
4 Yes, Lord, we love and we adore,

But long to know and love thee more;
And, whilst we taste the bread and wine,

Desire to feed on joys divine. 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,

To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,

Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 6 Let humble, penitential wo,

With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart,
Life, hope, and joy to ev'ry heart.

HYMN 97.

(L M.) St. Matt. x. 1 GO forth, ye heralds, in my name,

Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound; The glorious jubilee proclaim,

Where'er the human race is found, 2 The joyful news to all impart,

And teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up the broken heart,

And wipe the tears from weeping eyes.

3 Be wise as serpents, where you go,

But harmless as the peaceful dove; And let your heav'n-taught conduct show

That ye're commission'd from above. 4 Freely from me ye have receiv'd,

Freely, in love, to others give; Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd, And, by your labours, sinners live. HYMN 98.

(L M.) St. Mark xvi. 15, &c. and St. Matt. xxviii. 18, &c. 1 " GO preach my gospel,” saith the Lord,

“ Bid the whole earth my grace receive; “ Explain to them my sacred word,

“ Bid them believe, obey, and live. 2 “ I'll make my great commission known,

“ And ye shali prove my gospel true, “ 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 heav'n he rode;
They to the farthest nations spread
The grace of their ascended God.
HYMN 99.

(L M.) 1 THE Saviour, when to heav'n he rose,

In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,

And wide his royal bounties flow.
2 Hence sprang th’ Apostle's honour'd name,

Sacred beyond heroic fame;
Hence dictates the prophetic sage,

And hence the evangelic page.
3 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,

Pastors from hence and teachers rise;
Who though with feebler rays they shine,

Still mark a long extended line.
4 From Christ their varied gifts derive,

And, fed by him, their graces live;

Whilst guarded by his potent hand,

Amidst the rage of hell they stand. 5 So shall the bright succession run

Through all the courses of the sun;
Whilst unborn churches, hy their care,

Shall rise and flourish large and fair.
6 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know,

The spring whence all these blessings flow;
Pastors and people shout his praise,
Through the long round of endless days.

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1 FATHER of mercies ! bow thine ear,

Attentive to our earnest prayer ;
We plead for those who plead for thee,

Successful pleaders may they be! 2 How great their work, how vast their charge!

Do thou their anxious souls enlarge;
Their best acquirements are our gain,

We share the blessings they obtain, 3 Clothe, then, with energy divine,

Their words, and let those words be thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal,

Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,

Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ;
Teach them inmortal souls to gain;

Souls that will well reward their pain. 5 Let thronging multitudes arvund,

Hear from their lips the joyful sound ;
In humble strains thy grace implore,

And feel thy new-creating pow'r.
6 Let sinners break their massy chains,

Distressed souls forget their pains ;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Žion rear her drooping head.


(L. M.)

HYMN 101, 1 AND wilt thou, O Eternal God,

On earth establish thine abode ?
Then look propitious from thy throne,

And take this temple for thine own.
2 These walls we to thine honour raise,

Long may they echo in thy praise ;

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