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• Hosanna to my dying God,

And my best honours to his name.

HYMN 5. L. M. Islington. [*]
Longing to praise Christ better.

1 [L'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul,

ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll

And read my Maker's broken laws
Repair'd and honour'd by the cross :-
2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine;
And see the Man, that groan'd and dy'd,
Sit glorious by his Father's side :-

o 3 My passions rise and soar above;
u I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love:
o Fain would I reach eternal things,

And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.
e 4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains,
For want of their immortal strains ;
p And, in such humble notes as these,
Must fall below thy victories.

-5 Well, the kind minute must appear,
When we shall leave these bodies here,-
o These clogs of clay ;-and mount on high,
o To join the songs above the sky.]

HYMN 6. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
A Morning Song.

1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes:

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To Him who rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his Name repeats,
The day renews the sound

g Wide as the heaven, on which he sits, To turn the seasons round.

-3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak his praise;

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e My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays.

e 4 (On a poor worm thy power might tread And I could ne'er withstand:

p Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, But mercy held thy hand.

p 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled, Since the last setting sun;

-And yet thou length'nest out my thread,And yet my moments run.)

e 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light:

o Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night.

HYMN 7. C. M. Hymn 2d. Wantage. [b] An Evening Song.

1 DREAD Sovereign, let my ev'ning song, Like holy incense rise;

Assist the off'rings 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.

o 3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;

e But oh, how few returns of love Hath my Creator found?

d 4 What have I done for Him, who died
To save my wretched soul

How are my follies multiply'd,
Fast as the minutes roll!

e 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,

Or on my Saviour's breast.)

HYMN 8. C. M. St. Martin's. Sunday. [*]
A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
HOSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand!

1

Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power,
That rais'd us with a word;

-And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,

We lean upon the Lord.

e 3 The evening rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;

-We wake, and we admire the bed,
That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure,
That we shall end the day!
e For death stands ready at the door,
To seize our lives away.

e 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin,
To God's avenging law;
-We own thy grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry gasp we draw.

o 6 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;

Our feeble flesh lies safe at night,
Beneath his shady wings.

HYMN 9. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor
Godly Sorrow from the Sufferings of Christ.
PALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

1

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I!

2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,-
And bath'd in its own blood,

While, all expos'd to wrath divine,
The glorious suff'rer stood !]

3 Was it for crimes-that I had done-
He groan'd upon the tree?—

a Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!

e 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, dy'd
For man, the creature's sin.

e 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face-
While his dear cross appears;

d Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, And melt, mine eyes, in tears.

-6 But drops of tears can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe

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o Here, Lord, I give myself away—

"Tis all that I can do.

HYMN 10. C. M. Dorset. Canterbury. [*]
Parting with carnal Joys.

MY soul forsakes her vain delight,
And bids the world farewell;

Base as the dirt beneath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.

2 No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve,
Lies not within your power.

o 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth, That suits my large desire;

o To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire:

• 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refin'd;

Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.

g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere,
The glorious and the great,
Brings his own All-sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.)

o 6 Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd climb the heavenly road;

o There sits my Saviour, drest in love, And there my smiling God.

HYMN 11. L. M. Munich. Carthage. [b*}

זי

The same.

SEND the joys of earth away ;
0 Away, ye tempters of the mind,
-False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
p 2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair;
And, whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
-3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss;

That drew me from those treach'rous seas,
And bade me seek superiour bliss.

o 4 Now, to the shining realms above
I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes⚫
u Oh, for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

g 5 There, from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.-

HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] Christ is the Substance of the Levitical Priesthood THE true Messiah now appears,

1T The types are all withdrawn:

o So fly the shadows and the stars,
Before the rising dawn.

b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kids, nor bullocks slain;
Incense and spice, of costly names,
Would all be burnt in vain.

-3 Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest,-

e When God himself comes down to be
The off'ring and the priest.
-4 He took our mortal flesh, to show
The wonders of his love;

e For us he paid his life below,
And prays for us above.

5 Father, he cries, forgive their sins, For I myself have dy'd;

d And then he shows his open'd veins,-And pleads his wounded side.

HYMN 13. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*] The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, and Restoration of this Wrld.

1

SING to the Lord, who built the skies, The Lord, who rear'd this stately frame: Let all the nations sound his praisė,

And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,
Made ev'ry drop and ev'ry dust,
Nature and time, with all their wheels,
And put them into motion first.

3 Now, from his high, imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres,

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