• Hosanna to my dying God, And my best honours to his name. HYMN 5. L. M. Islington. [*] 1 [L'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul, ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll And read my Maker's broken laws o 3 My passions rise and soar above; And learn the notes that Gabriel sings. -5 Well, the kind minute must appear, HYMN 6. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] 1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes: Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 2 Night unto night his Name repeats, 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; 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, -2 Through all the dangers of the day o 3 Perpetual blessings from above e But oh, how few returns of love Hath my Creator found? d 4 What have I done for Him, who died How are my follies multiply'd, e 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, -And to thy grace my soul resign, 6 (Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood, As in the embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast.) HYMN 8. C. M. St. Martin's. Sunday. [*] 1 Ten thousand snares attend us round, 2 That was a most amazing power, -And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour, We lean upon the Lord. e 3 The evening rests our weary head, -We wake, and we admire the bed, e 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin, o 6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our feeble flesh lies safe at night, HYMN 9. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor 1 And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head, 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,- While, all expos'd to wrath divine, 3 Was it for crimes-that I had done- a Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! e 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When God, the mighty Maker, dy'd e 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face- 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 [*] o Here, Lord, I give myself away— "Tis all that I can do. HYMN 10. C. M. Dorset. Canterbury. [*] MY soul forsakes her vain delight, Base as the dirt beneath my feet, 2 No longer will I ask your love, 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, Still springing from the throne of God, g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, o 6 Had I the pinions of a dove, 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 ; That drew me from those treach'rous seas, o 4 Now, to the shining realms above To bear me to the upper skies! g 5 There, from the bosom of my God, 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, b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs, -3 Aaron must lay his robes away, e When God himself comes down to be e For us he paid his life below, 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, 3 Now, from his high, imperial throne, |