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Hymn II. Common Metre.

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The Refurrection of Chrift.

GAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Unfeals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hofannas fung;

Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every :ongue.
3 Ten thoufand differing lips fhall join,
To hail this welcome morn;
Which fcatters bleffings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

4 Jefus, the friend of human kind,

With ftrong compaffion mov'd,
Came from the bofom of his God,
To fave the fouls he lov'd.

5 The powers of darkness leagu'd in vain,
To bind his foul in death;
He fhook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

6. Not long the bands of death could keep
The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On one fo much divine.

7 Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below;

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Through him is pard'ning love difpens'd,
And endless bleffings flow.

3 Now to our Saviour and our King,
Glad homage let us give;

And be prepar'd like him to die,
That with him we may live.

Mrs. BARBAULD.

Hymn III.

Long Metre.

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Holy Refulation.

AH, wretched fouls, who strive in vain!

Slaves to the world, and flaves to fin!

A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler fatisfaction win.

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2 I would refolve with all my heart,
With all my powers to ferve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.
3 O be his fervice all my joy,
Around let my example fhine
Till others love the blefs'd employ,
And join in labours fo divine.
4 Be this the purpose of my foul,
My folemn, my determin'd choice;
To yield to his fupreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
5 O may I never faint nor tire,

Nor wander from thy facred ways;
Great God, accept my foul's defire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.

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Mrs. STEELE,

Hymn IV. Common Metre.

Watchfulness and Prayer.

LAS, what hourly dangers rife !
What fnares befet my way!

To heaven then let me lift my eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!

My weak refiftance, ah how vain!
How ftrong my foes and fears!

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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 fpirit up,
Or foon my ftrength will fail.
When frong temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet afide;

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My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My Guardian and my Guide.
6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;

And never let me go aftray,
From happiness and thee.

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The Syro-Phenician Woman. Mat. xv. 26, 27.
LL-conqu❜ring faith! how high it rofe!
When heav'n itfelf might feem t' oppofe!

All gracious Lord! who didit appear
Molt merciful when moft fevere !
2 Thus, at thy feet, our fouls would fall,
And loudly thus for mercy call;
"Thou Son of David, pity fhow,
And fave us from th' infernal foe."
3 Though viler than the brutes we be,
Our longing eyes would wait on thee,
Who dolt to dogs fuch grace afford,
To tafte the crumbs beneath thy board,
But thou the humble foul wilt raise,
And all its forrows turn to praife;

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Each felf abafing broken heart,

Shall with thy children share a part.

Hymn VI.

DODDRIDGE.

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Chrift the Branch of David, and the Morning Star.
LL hail, myfterious King!

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Hail, David's ancient root!

Thou righteous branch, which thence did To give the nations fruit.

2 Our weary fouls fhall reft

Beneath thy grateful fhade;

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Our thirsting lips the fweets fhall taste,
By thy bleft fruit convey'd.

3 Fair morning star, arise!

With living glories bright;
And pour on these awakening eyes
A flood of facred light.

4 The horrid gloom is fled,

Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray;

Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead

To everlasting day.

Hymn VII.

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A Pillar in the heavenly Temple.

LL hail, victorious Saviour, hail!
I bow to thy command,

And own that David's royal key
Well fits thy fov'reign hand.

2 Open the treasures of thy love,
And fhed thy gifts abroad;
Unveil to my rejoicing eyes
The temple of my God,

3 There as a pillar let me ftand,
On an eternal base;

Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,
And polish'd by thy grace.

4 There, deep engraven let me bear,
The title of my God;
And mark the new Jerufalem,
As my fecure abode.

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In lafting characters infcribe
Thy own beloved name;
That endlefs ages there may read
The great Immanuel's claim.

pymn VIII. Long Metre.

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Uncharitable Judgment.

DODDRIDGE,

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LL-knowing God, 'tis thine to know
The fprings whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,

When frailty errs, and when we fin,
2 Who among men, high Lord of all,
Thy fervants to his bar may call?
Decide of herefy, and shake
A brother o'er the flaming lake?
3 Who, with another's eye, can read?
Or worship by another's creed ?
Revering thy command alone,
We humbly feek and use our own.
If wrong, forgive; accept, if right,
Whilft faithful we obey our light;
And, cens'ring none, are zealous still
To follow, as to learn, thy will.
When fhall our happy eyes behold
Thy people, fafhion'd in thy mould ?

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