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3 With grateful hearts the past we own;

The future, all to us unknown,
We to Thy guardian care commit,

Content with what Thou deemest fit. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest.
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,

Adored throughout our changing days. 6 When death shall interrupt these songs,

And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper God, in whom we trust,
Shall keep our souls, and guard our dust.


Psalm cxxxiv. 3. 7's. NEWTON. 1

To the souls assembled here: Clothe Thy word with power divine,

Make us willing to be Thine.
2 Where Thou hast Thy work begun,

Give new strength the race to run;
Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears;

Wipe away the mourner's tears.
3 Bless us all, both old and young;

Call forth praise from every tongue.
Let our whole assembly prove
All Thy power and all Thy love.


1 Sam. vii. 12. L. M. DODDRIDGE UR helper, God, we bless His name,

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The tokens of whose gracious care

Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares we stand,

Supported by His guardian hand;
And see, when we review our ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3 Thus far His arm hath led us on;

Thus far we make His mercy known;
And while we tread this desert land,

New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,

Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear in His bright courts above,

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Acts xxviii. 15. P. M. C. WESLEY. 1 COME let us anew

Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear. 2 His adorable will

Let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour

of love. 3 Our life is a dream;

Our time, as a stream,

Glides swiftly away ;
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.

The arrow is flown;
The moment is gone;

The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity'o here. 5 O that each in the day

Of His coming may say,

I have fought my way through; I have finished the work Thou didst give

me to do. 6 O that each from his Lord

May receive the glad word, —

Well and faithfully done; Enter into My joy, and sit down on My



Psalm lxv. L. M. DODDRIDGE 1 TERNAL Source of every joy, ETH

Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports and guides the whole : The sun is taught by Thee to rise,

The night by Thee to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at Thy command,

Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer beams with vigour shine,

To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,

Demand successive songs of praise:
Still be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.


Rom. xiii. 11. C. M, DODDRIDGE ? A WAKE se saints, and maise your eyes,

And raise your voices high ;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love,

That shews salvation nigh.
2 On all the wings of time it flies,

Each moment brings it near ; Then welcome each declining day,

Welcome each closing year. -
3 Not many years their round shall run,

Nor many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;

Ye mortal powers, decay ;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,

Ye bring eternal day.

808 Psalm xo. 9. C. M. DODDRIDGE. 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds

revolving year : How swift the weeks complete their rounds,

How short the months appear! 2 So fast eternity comes on,

And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done,

God's judgment shall survey. 3 Yet, like an idle tale we spend

The ift-advancing year,
And study artful ways to mend

The speed of its career.
4 Waken, O God, my trifling heart,

Its great concern to see ;
That I may act a faithful part,

And give the year to Thee.
5 So shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise ;
Or this shall bear my happy soul

To joy that never dies.



Deut. xi. 10-17. C. M. WREFORD. 1 ORD, while for all mankind we pray, O hear us for our native land,

The land we love the most.
2 Our fathers' sepulchres are here,

And here our kindred dwell :
Our children too ;-how should we love

Another land so well ?

3 O guard our shores from every foe,

With peace our borders bless;
With prosperous times our cities crown,

Our fields with plenteousness. 4 Unite us in the sacred love

of knowledge, truth, and Thee ; And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty.
5 Here may religion pure and mild,

Upon our Sabbaths smile;
And piety and virtue reign,

And bless our native isle.
6 Lord of the nations, thus to Thee

Our country we commend;
Be Thou her refuge and her trust,

Her everlasting friend.

810 Jonah 14.8.


C. M.


LORD here,


Who in Thy presence stand,
To intercede with vow sincere

For this our sinful land.
2 Oh may we all, with one consent,

Fall low before Thy throne;
With tears the nation's sins lament,

The church's, and our own. 3 Great God of Hosts, deliverance bring;

Guide those who hold the helm ;
Support the state, preserve the king,

And spare the guilty realm.
4 Or, should the dread decree be past,

And we must feel the rod,
Let faith and patience hold us fast

To our correcting God.

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