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The powrs of liell are captire led, 13 In vain we tiine our lifeless song
Drugg'd to the portals of the sky. In vain we strive to rise ! 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
Hosannas languish on our tougues, And angels chant the solemn lay;
And our devotion dies. “ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Fleavenly Dove, “ Ye everlasting doors, give way!”
With all thy quick’ning powers ; 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And wide unfold the radiant scene;
And that shall kindle ours. He claims those mansions as his right ; HYMN 76.
(C. M.) Receive the King of Glory in. 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?» HES come! let every knee be bent,
All hearts new joy resume; The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, The world, sin, death, and hello'erthrew, " The Comforter is come." And Jesus is the conqʻror's name.
2 What greater gift, what greater love, 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, Could God on man bestow ?
And angels chant the solemn lay, Angels for this rejoice above, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Let man rejoice below!
“ Ye everlasting doors give way!” 6" Who is the King of Glory, who?» 13 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each sou: The Lord of boundless power possess'd, Do thou
each sinful thought control,
Thy sacred influence feel;
And fix our wavering zeal !
4 Thou to the conscience dost convey WHITSUNDAY,
Those checks which we should know HYMN 74. (C. M.)
Thy motions point to us the way ;
T'hou giv'st us strength to go.
(L.M.) 2 'Thou art the Comforter, the gift O HOLY, holy, holy Lord, Of God, and fire of love ;
Bright in thy deeds and in thy The everlasting spring of joy,
For ever be thy name ador’d, [name, And unction from above.
Thy glories let the world proclaim' 3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
2 0 Jesus, Lamb once crucified God's law in each true heart;
To take our load of sins away, The promise of the Father, thou
Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide Dost heavenly speech impart.
Along the realms of upper day !
3 O Holy Spirit, from above, 4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they 'Thy sacred love embrace;
In streams of light and glory giv'n, Assist our minds, by nature frail,
Thou source of ecstasy and love, With thy celestial grace.
Thy praises ring through earth and
heav'n! 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
4 O God triune! to thee we owe And give us peace within, That, by thy guidance blest, we may
thought, our every song ; Escape the snares of sin.
And ever may thy praises flow
From saint and serapn's burning tongue! 6 Teach us the Father to confess,
HYMN 78. (L. M.)
A ransom for our souls hath found, Who art from both deriv'd.
Before thy throne we sinners bend; HYMN 75, (C. M.) To us thy pardoning love extend ! COME Holy Spirit, Heavenly
Dove, 2. Alinighty Son, incarnate Word, With all thy quick’ning powers • Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Kindle a flame of sacred love
Before thy throne we sinners bend; In these cold hearts of ours, To us thy saving grace extend ! 2 See how we grovel here below, 3 Eternal Spirit, Ly whose breath Fond of these earthly toys ;
The soul is rais'd from sir: and death Our souls, how heavily they go, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To reach eternal joys!
"To us thy quick’ning pow'r extend !
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,
HYMN 81: (III. 3)
DREAD Jehovah God of nations,
From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliv'rance rise.
E give immortal praise 2 LO! with deep contrition turning,
To God the Father's love, Humbly at thy feet we bend; For all our comforts here,
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
3 Though our sins, our hearts confound To die for sins
Long and loud for vengeancy call, That man had done.
Thou hast 2 To God the Son belongs
ercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. Immortal glory 600,
4 Let that love veil our transgression, Who sav'd us by his blood
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.
HYMN 82. (L. M.)
Prayer and Hope of Victory. 3 To God the Spirit, praise NOW may the
God of grace and pow'r And endless worship give,
Attend his people's humble cry; Whose new-creating pow'r
Defend them in the needful hour,
And send deliv'rance from on liigh
2 In his salvation is our hope, The great design,
And in the name of Israel's God And fills the soul
Our troops shall lift their banners up, With joy divine.
Our navies spread their flags abroad. 4 Almighty Go ! to thee
3 Some trust horses train'd for war, Be endless honours done ;
And some of chariots make their The sacred Persons three,
Our surest expectations are [borists The Godhead only one:
From thee,the Lord of heavenly hosts! Where reason fails
4 Then save us, Lord, from slavisii fear, With all her pow'rs,
And let our trust be firin and strong,
Till thy salvation shall appear,
And hymns of peace conclude our song
For the love that crowns our days : "T'is on thy pard’ning grace alone Bounteous source of every joy,
Our prostrate hopes depend. Let thy praise our tongues einploy: 2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, All to thee, our God, we owe,
Thy dreadful pow'r display ; Source whénce all our blessings flow, Yet inercy spares our guilty land, 2 All the blessings of the fields, And still we live to pray.
All the stores the garden yields, 3 How chug'd, alas! are truths divine, Flocks thai whiten all the plaisi, For error, guilt and shame!
Yellow sheaves of ripeu'd grain; What impious numbers, bold in sin, Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Disgrace the Christian name! Grateful vows and solemn praise. 40 turn us, turn us, inigiity Lord, 3 Clouds that drop their fattning dows, Convert us by thy grue;
Suns that genial warinta diffuse, Then shill our hearts obey thy word, All the pleniy summer pourr, And see again thy face.
sutunn's rich o’ertlowing stores ; 5 Then, should oppressing fyes invade, Loril, for these our souls shall rise We will not sink in fear;
Grateful vows and soleo? praise. Secure of all-sufficient aid,
4 Peace, prosperity, and health, When God, our God, is near. I Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladd’ning streams, The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King; Lord, for these our souls shall raise
4 Till every public temple raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
A song of triumph to thy praise ;
And every peaceful, private hone,
VII. ORDINANCES AND Th’early and the latter rain,
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
(III. 3.) Grateful vows and solemn praise.
AVIOUR! who thy Hock art feeding
With the sheplierd's kindest care, 7 Life and grace, whate'er our wo, All the feeble gently leading, Still to thee, our God, we owe;
While the lambs thy boso share ; Though of earthly hopes berett, Yet our hope of heaven is left ;
2 Now, these little ones receiving, And for these our souls shall raise
Fold them in thy gracious arnGrateful vows and solemn praise.
There, we know-thy word believing
Only there, secure from barm.
3 Never from thy pasture roving, FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, Let them be the Lion's prey ;
How rich thy bounties are ! Let thy tenderness, so loving, The rolling seasons, as they move, Keep them all life's dang’rous way: Proclaim thy constant care.
4 Then, within thy fold eternal, 2 When in the bosom of the earth Let them find a resting place ; The sower hid the grain,
Feed in pastures ever vernal, Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, Drink the rivers of thy grace. And sent the early rain.
HYMN 87. (S. M.) 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine,
THE gentle Saviour calls
Our children to his breast; The plants in beauty grew;
He folds them in his gracious arms Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
Himself declares them blest. The mild refreshing dew.
2“ Let them approach," he cries, 4 These various mercies from above Matur'd the swelling grain
“ Nor scorn their liumble claiin;
“ The heirs of heaven are such as these A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
“For such as these I came." And plenty fills the plain. 5 We own and bless thy gracious sway:
3 Gladly we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee, Thy hand all nature hails
Imploring, that, as we are thine, Seed-lime nor harvest, night nor day,
Thine may our offspring be. Summer nor winter fails.
(S. M.) HYMN 85. (L. M.) For Public Mercies and Deliverances.
Ephesians vi. 10--13.
SOLDIERS of Christ arise,
Through his eternal Son. [plies 2 Then praise this God, who bows his 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, Propitious to his people's prayer;
And in his mighty pow'r, And though deliv'rance he may stay, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Yet answers still in his own day.
Is more than conqueror. 30 may this goodness lead our land, 3 Stand then in his great night, Suill sav'd by thine almighty hand, With all his strength endu'u;
And take to arm you for the figlit, 13 lt saves us from a thousand snares The panoply of God:
To mind religion young :
Grace will preserve our following years, 4 That having all things done,
And make our virtues strong.
Our hearts we now resign:
"Twill please us to look back and see CONFIRMATION.
That our whole lives were thine, HYMN 89. (L. M.)
(C. M.) HAPPY day, that stays my
IN the morn of life, when youth On thee, my Saviour and my God! With vital ardour glows, Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And shines in all the fairest charms And tell thy goodness all abroad. That beauty can disclose, 2 0 happy bond! that seals my vows, 2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow'rs To hini who merits all my love;
Are yet by vice enslav'd. Let cheerful anthems fill his house, Be thy Creator's glorious name While to his sacred throne I move. And character engrav'd: 3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done ; 3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud Deign, gracious Lord, to make me thine; The sunshine of thy days; Help me, through grace, to follow on, And cares and twils, in endless round, Glad to confess thy voice divine.
Encompass all thy ways: 4 Here rest, my oft divided heart, 4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age, Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest; With vain regret, deplore, Who with the world would grieve to And sadly muse on foriner joys, part,
That now return no more. When call'd on angels' fnod to feast.
5 True wisdom, early sought and 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn
In age will give thee rest :
O then, improve the morn of life,
THE LORD'S SUPPER.
HYMN 93. (C. M.)
Rev. v. 12, 9, &c. Before the Lord we speak; To him we make our solenn vow, THOU, God, all glory, honour, pow'r,
Art worthy to receive; A vow we dare not break:
Since all things by thy power were made, 2 That, long as life itself shall last,
And by thy bounty live.
2 And worthy is the Lamb all power, Or ever quit the field.
Honour, and wealth, to gain, 3 We trust not in our native strength,
Glory and strength; who for our sins
A sacrifice was slain ! But on his grace rely, That, with returning wants, the Lord 3 All worthy thou, who hast redeemid, Will all our need supply.
And ransom'd us to God, 4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright,
From every nation, every coast, And keep us in thy ways;
By thy most precious blood.
By all in earth and heaven,
To him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be given.
HYMN 94. (L. M.)
My God, and is thy table spread ? Is no vain sacrifice.
And does thy cup with love a'er2 'Tis easier far if we begin
Thither be all thy children led,
[flow: To fear the Lord betimes;
And let them tly sweet mercies know! For sinners who grow old in sin 2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes! Are harden'd by their crimes.
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Kk
Thrice happy he who here partakes Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins, That sacred stream, that heavenly Thy dreadful agonizing pains. food!
6 Let humble, penitential wo, 3 Why are its bounties all in vain With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
Beföre unwilling hearts display'd ? And thy forgiving love impart,
Are you forbid the children's bread > 4 0 let thy table honour'd be,
ORDINATION, OR INSTITUAnd furnish'd well with joyful guests!
TION OF MINISTERS. And may each soul salvation see,
HYMN 97 (L. M.) That here its holy pledges tastes !
St. Matt. x 5 Drawn by thy-quick’ning grace, Goforth; gehberalds, in my name, Lord,
Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound; In countless numbers let them come, The glorious jubilee proclaim, And gather from their Father's board, Where'er the human race is found. The bread that lives beyond the tomb !
2 The joyful news to all impart, 6 Nor let thy spreading gospel rest, And teach them where salvation lies; Till through the world thy truth has With care bind up the broken heart, run,
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. Till with ibis bread all men be blest,
3 Be wise as serpents, where you go, Who see the light, or feel the sun!
But harmless as the peaceful dove; HYMN 95. (C. M.) And let your heaven-taught conduct
show AND are we now brought near to God, distance ?
That ye're commission'd from above Ard, to effect this glorious change, 4 Freely from me ye have receiv'd, Did Jesus shed his blood ?
Freely, in love, to others give; 20 for a song of ardent praise, Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd, To bear our souls above!
And, by your labours, sinners live What should allay our lively hope,
HYMN 98. (L. M.) Or damp our flaming love !
St. Mark xvi. 15, &c. and St. Matt 3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs,
xxviii. 18, &e.
O preach my gospel," saith the
(ceive; Inspire us while we sing
« Bid the whole earth my grace re. 4“Glory to God in highest strains, “ Explain to them my sacred word, 66 And to the earth be peace;
“Bid them believe, obey, and live. "Good-will from heaven to men is come, 2"I'll make my great commission known, “And let it never cease!"
“And ye shall prove my gospel true, HYMN 96. (L. M.) “ By all the works that I have done,
« And all the wonders ye shall do. To Jesus, our exalted Lord, [ador’d,
That name, in heav'n and earth 3 “ Go heal the sick, go raise the dead, Fain would our hearts and voices raise “Go cast out devils in my name; A cheerful song of sacred praise. "Nor let my prophets be afraid, 2 But all the notes which mortals know,
“Though Greeks reproach, and Jews Are weak, and languishing, and low;
blaspheme. Far, far above our humble songs, 4" While thus ye follow my commands, The theme demands immortal tongues. “ I'm with you till the world shall end; 3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
“ All power is trusted in my hands; And worship at his sacred feet,
“I can destroy, and can defend.” O let our warm affections move, 5 He spake, and light shone round his In glad returns of grateful love.
head; 4 Yes, Lord, we love and we adore, On a bright cloud tɔ heaven he rode, But long to know and love thee more; They to the farthest nations spread And, whilst we taste the bread and wine, The grace of their ascended God. Desire to feed on joys divine.
HYMN 99. (L. M.) 5 Let faith our feeble senses aid, THE Saviour, when to heaven le rose, To see thy wondrous love display'd ; 1 In splendid triumph o'er his foes,