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Both. 5 Lord, bid this work of love
Be crown'd with meet success ;
This institution bless :
1 GLORY to the Father give,
God in whom we move and live;
Children's songs delight his ear. 2 Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King;
To the Lamb, for he was slain. 3 Glory to the Holy Ghost,
He reclaims the sinner lost;
Touch their tongues with holy fire. 4 Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,
1 WHEN Jesus left his heav'nly throne.
He chose an humble birth;
He came to dwell on earth:
In wisdom's paths of peace;
As years and strength increase.
When mothers round him press'd ;, Their infants in his arms he took,
And on his bosom bless'd:
Beneath his watchful eye,
(L M.) 1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see
A whole assembly worship thee:
They hear of heav'n, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go,
'Tis iike a little heav'n below; Not all that earth and sin can say
Shall tempt ine to forget this day. 3 O write upon my mem'ry, Lord,
The text and doctrine of thy word;
But love thee better than before.
Fill up this sinsul heart of mine;
(C. M.) I MERCY, descending from above,
In softest accents pleads;
When merzy intercedes !
And God will well approve,
And their Creator love.
And turn the rising race
To seek their Saviour's face.
To aid this blest design;
(C. M.) 1 BLEST is the man whose soft'ning heart
Feels all another's pain;
Is never rais'd in vain: 2 Whose breast responds with gen'rous warmth,
A stranger's wo to feel ;
He wants the pow'r to heal.
3 To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow;
A brother in a foe.
And mercy, from above, Descend on those who thus fulfil
The Chr:stian law of love.
HYMN 116. 1 RICH are the joys which cannot die,
With God laid up in store; Treasures beyond the changing sky,
Brighter than golden ore. 2 The seeds which piety and love
Hlave scatter'd here below, In the fair fertile fields above
To ample harvests grow.
At Jesus' feet I lay;
Abounding grace repay.
Thou in glory unconfin'd,
With the poor of humble mind. 2 As thy love, through all creation,
Beams like thy diffusive light; So the high and humble station
Both are equal in thy sight, 3 Thus thy care, for all providing,
Warm'd thy faithful prophei's tongue; Who, the lot of all deciding,
To thy chosen Israel sung : 4 When thy harvest yields thee pleasure,
Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind;
The widow and the fatherless. 5 When thine olive plants increasing
Pour their plenty o'er thy plain,
Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing,
Chorus. These, &c. 6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,
Gladdens thine autumnal scene, Own the bounteous hand bestowing, But thy vines the poor shall glean.
Chorus. These, &c. 7 Still we read thy word declaring
Mercy, Lord, thine own decree; Mercy, ev'ry sorrow sharing,
Warms the heart resembling thee, 8 Still the orphan and the stranger,
Still the widow owns. thy care; Screeu'd by thee in ev'ry danger, Heard by thee in ev'ry pray’r.
TO BE USED AT SEA.
(L M.). 1 GOD of the seas ! thine awful voice
Bids all the rolling waves rejeice;
Can sink them silent on the sand.
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
At thy command, or rage or sleep. 3. Thus is thy glorious pow'r ador'd
Among the wat’ry nations, Lord !
(IV. 5.) Save, Lord! or we perish.” St. Matt. viii. 25. 1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
[ing, When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleamNor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker: “ Save, Lord! or we perish.”. 2 O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billow,
Arous’d, by the shriek of despair, from thy pillow,
3 And O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom'd to cherish, Rebuke the uestroyer; “ Save, Lord ! or we perish." HYMN 120.
(C. M.) Which may be used at Sea or on Land. I LORD! for the just thou dost provide,
Thou art their sure defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should roam,
And breathe the tainted air
Yet thou, their God, art there.
Makes ev'ry country please: Thou on the snowy hills dost smile,
And smooth’st the rugged seas !
Defy'd the pilot's art;
And sorrow in each heart;
To snatch me from the grave!
Nor short thine arm to save!
The storms obey'd thy will,
And ev'ry wave was still !
A life of praise shall be;
FOR THE SICK.
(L. M.) 1 WHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh,
Past mercies teach me where to fly:
When sickness grieves, and pains invade. 1 2 To all the various helps of art
Kindly thy healing pow'r impart;