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Matt. xxviii. 5.

7.7.7.7.3.

THOUGH the night be very long,

Faith be faint and sin be strong;
Though your hopes are almost dead,
And around are shapes of dread,
Fear not ye.

2 Earnest, earnest, still seek on
For the Master who is gone;
Oft forsaken, oft denied,
Jesus which was crucified:
Fear not ye.

3 Mourning souls, behold Him here,
See the marks of nail and spear;
And the heavenly countenance,
And the tender awful glance:
Fear not ye.

4 Look, He gives the welcome sign,
And He whispers" Ye are mine:"
Jesus which was crucified,
He is found-adore, confide:
Fear not ye.

738 Heb. xiil. 7, 8. 87's. C. WESLEY.

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ME, and let us sweetly join

COME

Christ to praise in hymns divine:

Give we all, with one accord,

Glory to our common Lord;

Hands, and hearts, and voices raise,
Sing as in the ancient days;
Antedate the joys above,
Celebrate the feast of love.

2 Strive we, in affection strive;
Let the purer flame revive,
Such as in the martyrs glowed,
Dying champions for their God:

We, like them, may live and love;
Called we are their joys to prove,
Saved with them from future wrath,
Partners of like precious faith.
3 Sing we then in Jesus' name,
Now as yesterday the same;
One in every time and place,
Full for all of truth and grace:
We for Christ our Master stand,
Lights in a benighted land:
We our dying Lord confess;
We are Jesus' witnesses.

4 Witnesses that Christ hath died,
We with Him are crucified:

Christ hath burst the bands of death;
We His quickening Spirit breathe:
Christ is now gone up on high:
Thither all our wishes fly:

Sits at God's right hand above;
There with Him we reign in love.

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THOU

Heb. vii. 17. C. M.

CENNICK.

HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of Thee;

No music's like Thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.

2 O let us ever hear Thy voice

In mercy to us speak,

And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchizedec.

3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme
While in this world we stay:
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name
When all things else decay.

4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all the favoured throng,

Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song.

HYMNS

FOR

STATED AND SPECIAL

OCCASIONS.

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MORNING HYMNS.

Psalm v. 3. L. M.

KENN.

AWAKE my soul, and, with the sun,

Thy daily stage of duty run:

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Thy precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day, thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 In conversation be sincere ;

Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear.
Think how All-seeing God thy ways,
Thine every secret thought, surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long, unwearied, sing
High praise to their Eternal King.

5 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept :
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew,
Disperse my sins as morning dew:
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

7 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow:
Praise Him, all creatures here below:
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

741 Psalm xix. 5-8.

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L. M.

WATTS.

YOD of the morning, at whose voice

G The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,

And like a giant doth rejoice

To run his journey through the skies:

2 From the fair chambers of the east
The circuit of his race begins,
And without weariness or rest,

Round the whole earth he flies and shines:

3 O like the sun may I fulfil

The appointed duties of the day,

With ready mind and active will

March on, and keep my heavenly way.

4 Lord, Thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
Thy threatenings just, Thy promise sure,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.

5 Give me Thy counsels for my guide,
And then receive me to Thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compared with this.

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Psalm cxxxix. 18.
HAWKSWORTH.

I night:

sleep's serene oblivion laid,

L.M.

Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;
Once more with awe rejoice to be:
My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs, my guardian God, to Thee.
3 Oh guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ;
And spread Thy shield's protecting blaze,
Where dangers press around my head.
4 A deeper shade shall soon impend,
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress;
Yet then Thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.

5 That deeper shade shall break away,
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.

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1 Cor. x. 31. L. M. C. WESLEY.

FORTH in Thy name, O Lord, I go,

My daily labour to pursue;

Thee, only Thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak, or do.

2 The task Thy wisdom has assigned,
O let me cheerfully fulfil;

In all Thy works Thy presence find,
And prove Thy good and perfect will
3 Thee may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes my inmost substance see;
And labour on at Thy command,
And offer all my works to Thee.

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