e Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God.

o 3 Proclaim-Salvation from the Lord, For wretched, dying men;

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-His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an immortal pen.

g 4 Engraved, as in eternal brass,
The mighty promise shines;

Nor can the powers of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.

e 5 He who can dash whole worlds to death, And make them when he please!

o He speaks, and that almighty breath
Fulfills his great decrees.

6 (His very word of grace is strong,
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.

d 7 He said, Let the wide heaven be spread,
And heaven was stretched abroad;
Abra'am, I'll be thy God, he said,

And he was Abra'am's God.)

e 8 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, Thou art mine!

-Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.

o 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think my heaven secure!

o I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more.]

HYMN 70. L. M. [*]

God's Dominion over the Sea. Psalm cvii. 23, &c.

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GOD of the seas, thy thundering voice

Makes all the roaring waves rejoice!

And one soft word of thy command

Can sink them silent in the sand.

2 If but a Moses waves his rod,
The sea divides, and owns its God;
The stormy floods their Maker knew,
And let his chosen armies through.
3 The scaly shoals amidst the sea
To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay,

The meanest fish that swims the flood,
Leaps up, and means a praise to God."
4 The larger monsters of the deep
On thy commands attendance keep;
By thy permission, sport and play,
And cleave along their foaming way.
5 If God his voice of tempest rears,
Leviathan lies still, and fears:
Anon he lifts his nostrils high,
And spouts the ocean to the sky.
6 How is thy glorious power adored,
Amidst these watery nations, Lord;
Yet the bold men that trace the seas,-
Bold men refuse their Maker's praise.
7 What scenes of miracles they see,
And never tune a song to thee!
While on the flood they safely ride,
They curse the hand that smooths the tide !

8 Anon they plunge in watery graves,
And some drink death among the waves:
Yet the surviving crew blaspheme,
Nor own the God that rescued them!

9 Oh, for some signal of thy hand!
Shake all the seas, Lord, shake the land:
Great Judge! descend, lest men deny
That there's a God that rules the sky.]

From the 70th to the 108th Hymn, I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of rhyme, in the first and third lines of the stanza.

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HYMN 71. C. M.

Devizes. [*]

Praise to God from all Creatures.

THE

HE glories of my Maker, God,
My joyful voice shall sing;

And call the nations to adore

Their Former and their King.

2 "Twas his right hand that shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame;

But from his own immediate breath
Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues;

We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join th' angelic songs.

4 Let grovelling beasts of every shape,
And fowls of every wing,

And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas,
Their various tribute bring.

5 Ye planets, to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll;

Praise him in your unwearied course,
Around the steady pole.

6 The brightness of our Maker's Name
The wide creation fills;

And his unbounded grandeur flies
Beyond the heavenly hills.

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HYMN 72. C. M. Sunday. [*]

B

Lord's Day; or, Resurrection of Christ.

LEST morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,

And leave his last abode.

p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb,
The great Redeemer lay-

-Till the revolving skies had brought
The third-th' appointed day.

d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force,
To hold our God in vain:

o The sleeping Conqueror arose,

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And burst their feeble chain.

e 4 To thy great Name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay;

o And loud Hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.

s 5 Salvation, and immortal praise,

To our victorious King;

Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas,

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With glad Hosannas ring.

HYMN 73. C. M. Mear. [*]

Doubts scattered: Joys restored.

Hand leave me to my joys;

[ENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone,

o My tongue shall triumph in my God,

And make a joyful noise.

p 2 Darkness and doubts had veiled my mind,
And drowned my head in tears;
-Till sovereign grace, with shining rays,
Dispelled my gloomy fears.

o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures all divine,-
When Jesus told me I was his,
And my Beloved mine!

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4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,
And breaks my peace in vain;
One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face
Revives my joys again.

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HYMN 74. S. M.

Guilford. [b]

Ingratitude to Divine Goodness.
this the kind return!

1 Is this tetuks we owe!

Thus to abuse eternal Love,

Whence all our blessings flow!

2 To what a stubborn frame

Has sin reduced our mind!

What strange, rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

3 (On us he bids the sun
Shed his reviving rays;

For us the skies their circles run,
To lengthen out our days.)

4 The brutes obey their God,

And bow their necks to men;

But we, more base, more brutish things,

Reject his easy reign.

5 Turn, turn us, mighty God,

And mould our souls afresh;

Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,

And give us hearts of flesh.

6 Let past ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes;

-And hourly, as new mercies fall,

Let hourly thanks arise.

HYMN 75. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]

The beatific Vision of Christ.

Tand run eternal rounds.

ROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise,

Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

o 2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,-
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

g 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasured space,-
I'll spend a long eternity,

In pleasure and in praise.

4 Millions of years, my wondering eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore

The glories of thy love.

-5 Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delight,
From all thy graces spring.

o 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy blest abode;

u Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour, and my God.]

HYMN 76. C. M. Mitcham. Sunday. [*]

H

Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

OSANNA to the Prince of light,

Who clothed himself in clay!

Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Emmanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;

Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.

5 (Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode;