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4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladd'ning streams,
Pure religion's holier beams;

Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
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5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the rip'ning ear;
Though the sick'ning flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain
Th' early and the latter rain,
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
7 Life and grace, whate'er our wo,
Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Though of earthly hopes bereft,
Yet our hope of heav'n is left;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

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HYMN 84.

NOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

(c. M.),

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine,
The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above

Matur'd the swelling grain;

A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway:
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.

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HYMN 85.

For Public Mercies and Deliverances.

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(L. M.)

ALVATION doth to God belong,
His pow'r and grace shall be our song;
From him alone all mercies flow,

His arm alone subdues the foe!

2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear
Propitious to his people's pray'r;
And though deliv'rance he may stay
Yet answers still in his own day.
3 O may this goodness lead our land,
Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee our Saviour, and our King;
4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful, private home,
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.

VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

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BAPTISM OF INFANTS.

HYMN 86.

(III. 3.)

AVIOUR! who thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,

All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs thy bosom share;

2 Now these little ones receiving,

Fold them in thy gracious arm-
There, we know-thy word believing-
Only there, secure from harm.

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3 Never, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the Lion's prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dang'rous way:
4 Then, within thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting place;
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.

HYMN 87.

HE gentle Saviour calls

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He folds them in his gracious arms,
Himself declares them blest.

2" Let them approach," he cries,

Nor scorn their humble claim;
"The heirs of heav'n are such as these,
"For such as these I came."

3 Gladly we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee,

Imploring, that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.

BAPTISM OF ADULTS.

HYMN 88.

Ephesians vi. 10. 13.

OLDIERS of Christ arise,

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And put your armour on,

(S. M.)

Strong in the strength which God supplies

Through his eternal Son.

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,

And in his mighty pow'r;

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in his great might,

With all his strength endu'd;

And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

4 That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,
behold your vict'ry won,

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And stand complete at last.

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CONFIRMATION.

HYMN 89.

(L. M.)
H! HAPPY day, that stays my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell thy goodness all abroad.

2 Oh! happy bond! that seals my vows,
To him who merits all my love;
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to his sacred throne I move.

3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done;
Deign, gracious Lord, to make me thine
Help me, through grace, to follow on,
Glad to confess thy voice divine.

4 Here rest, my oft divided heart,

Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest;
L. Who with the world would grieve to part
When call'd on angels' food to feast?

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5 High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear,

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

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ITNESS, ye men and angels; now
Before the Lord we speak;

To him we make our solemn vow,

A vow we dare not break:

2 That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely,

That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

And, while we turn our vows to pray'rs,
Turn thou our pray'rs to praise.

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OUTH, when devoted to the Lord,
Is pleasing in his eyes;

A flow'r though offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.

2 "Tis easier far if we begin

To fear the Lord betimes;
For sinners who grow old in sin
Are harden'd by their crimes.

3 It saves us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our foll'wing years,
And make our virtues strong.

4 To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our hearts we now resign;

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"Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine.

HYMN 92.

IN the morn of life, when youth
With vital ardor glows,

And shines in all the fairest charms

That beauty can disclose;

2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow'rs
Are yet by vice enslav'd,
Be thy Creator's glorious name
And character engrav'd:

3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud
The sunshine of thy days;

And cares and toils, in endless round,
Encompass all thy ways:

4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,
With vain regret, deplore,

And sadly muse on former joys,
That now return no more.

(c. M.)

5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd,
In age will give thee rest:

O then, improve the morn of life,
To make its ev'ning blest!

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