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105. L. M. Liverpool Liturgy. The Universality of Divine Providence. THE earth and all the heavenly frame, Their great Creator's love proclaim: He gives the sun his genial pow'r,

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And sends the soft refreshing show'r.
2 The ground with plenty blooms again,
And yields her various fruits to men;
To men who from thy bounteous hand,
Receive the gifts of ev'ry land.

3 Nor to the human race alone,
Is his paternal goodness shown;
The tribes of earth, and sea, and air,
Enjoy his universal care.

4 Not ev'n a sparrow yields its breath,
Till God permit the stroke of death;
He hears the ravens when they call,
The father and the friend of all.

106. C. M. Mr. Addison.

Gratitude for continued Providence.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!

1 WMy happy soul surveys;

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise."
2 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest;
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast."

3 Unnumber'd comforts, Lord of all,
Thy tender care bestow'd;

Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran;

Thy arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me on to man.

5 When worn by sickness oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;

And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

6 Thy bounteous hand, with various good,
Hath made my cup run o'er;
And in thy Son, my dearest friend,
Hath doubled all my store.

7 Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
8 Through all eternity, my God!
A joyful song I'll raise:
But oh! eternity's too short,
To utter all thy praise.

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PUBLIC WORSHIP.

107. C. M.

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word preached.

WOW may the Spirit's holy fire,
Descending from above,

His waiting family inspire,,

With joy, and peace, and love!
2 Wake heav'nly wind, arise and come,
Blow on the drooping field:
Our spices then shall breathe perfume,
And fragrant incense yield.

3 Touch with a living coal the lip,
That shall proclaim thy word,
And bid each awful hearer keep
Attention to the Lord.

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NCE more we come before cur God,
Once more his blessing ask:

O may not duty seem a load,
Nor worship prove a task!

2 Father, thy quick'ning spirit send
Froni heaven in Jesu's name,

To make our waiting minds attend,
And put our souls in frame.

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3 May we receive the word we hear,
Each in an honest heart;

Hoard up the precious treasure there,
And never with it part!

4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose,
To each thy blessing suit!

And let the seed thy servant sows,
Produce abundant fruit.

5 Bid the refreshing north wind wake
Say to the south wind blow;

Let every plant the pow'r partake,
And all the garden grow.

6 Revive the parch'd with heav'nly showers The cold with warmth divine;

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And as the benefit is ours,

Be all the glory thine!

109. L. M. Dr. Watts.

The Benefit of public Ordinances.
AWAY from every mortal care!

Away from earth our souls retreat!
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.
2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace
We see thy feet, and we adore;
We gaze upon thy lovely face,

And learn the wonders of thy pow'r!
3 While here our various wants we mourn,
United groans ascend on high;

And prayer bears a quick return
Of blessings in variety.

4 [If Satan rage and sin grow strong,

Here we receive some cheering word;
We gird the gospel armour on,

To fight the battles of the Lord.

5 Or if our spirit faints and dies,

(Our conscience gall'd with inward stings) Here doth the righteous sun arise

With healing beams beneath his wings.] 6 Father, my soul would still abide Within thy temple, near thy side; But if my feet must hence depart, Still keep thy dwelling in my heart!

110. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Publie Thanks for private Deliverances. Psalm cxvi. 12, &c.

WHAT shall I render to my God

For all his kindness shown?

My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
Among the saints that fill thine house
My off'rings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God!

How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

4 How happy all thy servants are,
How great thy grace to me!

My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

111. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Public Prayer and Praise. Psalm krv.
First Part.

1 THE praise of Sion waits for thee,

My God; and praise becomes thy house: There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows. 20 Thou, whose mercy bends the skies To save, when humble sinners pray; All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the northern sea.

3 Against my will my sins prevail

But grace shall purge away their stain;
The blood of Christ will never fail
To wash my garments white again.

4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose,
And give him kind access to thee;
Give him a place within thy house,"
To taste thy love divinely free.

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112. L. M. Dr. Watts.

God's Condescension to our Worship. 'Til the Eternal dwell with us? MIY favours, Lord, surprise our souls!

What canst thou find beneath the poles To tempt thy chariot downward thus! 2 Still might he fill his starry throne,

And please his ears with Gabriel's songs;
But th' heav'nly Majesty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our tongues.
3 Great God! what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine!

Words are but air, and tongues but clay;
But thy compassion's all divine.

113. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Sincerity and Hypocrisy; or, Formality in Worship. John, iv. 24. Ps. cxxxix. 23, 24. 1OD is a Spirit just and wise,

Gesas ost mind;

In vain to heav'n we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honour can appear;

The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bended knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found.

4 Lord, search my thoughts and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere;
Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

114. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Fervency of Devotion desired.

COME Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours!