To latest times thy blessings share,

And sound thy praise abroad.

Salisbury Coll.

HYMN 369. Hallelujah Metre.

The Triumph of Christ, and the Power of his Gospel.

OUD to the Prince of heaven

Your cheerful voices raise !

To him your vows be giv'n,

And fill his courts with praise.
With conscious worth,

All clad in arms, all bright in charms,
He sallies forth.

2 Gird on thy conqu❜ring sword,
Ascend thy shining car,

And march, Almighty Lord,
To wage thy holy war.

Before his wheels,

In glad surprise, ye vallies, rise,
And sink, ye hills.

3 Fair truth, and gentle love,

With righteousness and peace,

In thy retinue move,

Thy conqu'ring pow'r to grace.
Thou in their cause

Shalt prosp'rous ride, and far and wide
Dispense thy laws.

4 Before thy mighty sword,

Millions of foes shall fall,

The captives of thy word,

That word which conquers all.

The world shall know,

Great King of kings, what wond'rous things

Thine arm can do..

5 Here to my willing soul

Bend thy triumphant way;
Here every foe control,
And all thy pow'r display.

Beneath thy sword,

Blest Jesus, see, I bow to thee,

My Prince and Lord.

DODDRIDGE, altered.

HYMN 370. L. M.

Folly cured by Affliction.

OW at thy gracious feet I bend,
My God, my everlasting Friend-
Permit the claim; O let thine ear
My humble suit indulgent hear!

2 Lord, thou hast bid me seek thy face,
And ask of thee thy promis'd grace;
O may thy favour, bliss divine!
With fuller, clearer radiance shine.

3 But O my heart, reflect with shame ;
Can I prefer so bold a claim?
Conscious how often I have stray'd,
By empty vanities betray'd.

4 How oft, ungrateful to my God,
Have trifles call'd my thoughts abroad!
Till heavenly pity saw me roam,
And bade affliction bring me home.

5 And when the snares of earth were broke,
By kind affliction's needful stroke,
Have not I own'd, with humble praise,
That just and right are all his ways?
6 Yes, gracious God, before thy throne,
My vileness and thy love I own;
O let that love, with beains divine,
Forgiving, healing, round me shine.
7 Whene'er, ungrateful to my God,
This heedless heart requires the rod,
Thy arm supporting I implore;
The hand that chastens can restore.

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may the kind conviction prove
A fruit of thy paternal love;
Wean me from earth, from sin refine,
And make my heart entirely thine!

MRS. STEELE.

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HYMN 371. L. M.

The Example of Christ.

My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,

I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life thy law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy piety and zeal,
Thy def'rence to thy Father's will,
Thy love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air,
Witness'd the fervour of thy pray'r;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too,

4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the foll'wers of the Lamb.

WATTS.

Retirement and Meditation.

Y God, permit me not to be

MY

A stranger to myself and thee Amidst ten thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love.

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2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus degrade my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go ?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense,
Thy sov'reign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes withdrawn ; Let noise and vanity begone;

In secret silence of the mind,

My heaven, and there my God, I find.

WATTS.

HYMN 373. C. M.

Charity.

CHARITY! thou heavenly grace !
All tender, soft and kind!

A friend to all the human race,
To all that's good inclin'd!

2 The man of charity extends
To all his lib'ral hand;

His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends,
His pity may command.

3 He aids the poor in their distress,
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless,
And lessen all their pain.

4 The sick, the pris'ner, poor and blind,
And all the sons of grief,

In him a benefactor find;
He loves to give relief.

5 'Tis love that makes religion sweet,
"Tis love that makes us rise,
With willing mind and ardent feet,

To yonder happy skies.

6 Then let us all in love abound,

And charity pursue;

Thus shall we be with glory crown'd,

And love as angels do.

HYMN 374. C. M.

PROUD.

The Universal Extent of Christ's Kingdom. Isa. ii. 2, 4.

ER mountain tops, the Mount of God,
In latter days shall rise

Above the summits of the bills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they say,
And to his house we'll go.

3 The beams that shine from Sion's hill
Shall lighten ev'ry land;

The King, who reigns in Salem's tow'rs,
Shall the whole world command.
4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide ;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.

5 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife,
Disturb those happy years;

To plough-shares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.

6 No longer hosts, encount'ring host
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They'll lay the martial trumpet by,
And study war no more.

HYMN 375.

Scotch Paraphrases.

C. M.

Obedience to God our Father.

GOD, my Father, I adore

That all-commanding name;

It will my soul to life restore,

And kindle all my flame.

2 Entire, I bow at thy commands,
My filial homage pay;

With heart and life, with tongue and hands,
I'll cheerfully obey.

3 I'll wilfully no more transgress,
As I too oft have done;

But ev'ry sinful thought suppress,
Each sinful action shun.

4 Each day I live, I'll seek with care
My Father well to please;
And in this course will persevere,
By thine assisting grace.

5 Thus will I my relation claim,

And call myself thy son;

And whilst I bear the glorious name,
My Father's rights will own.