5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,

With morning light and evening shade.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes;
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.

RIPPON'S COL.

HYMN 141. L. M. Green's. [*] Dedication of a House for Worship. Ps. lxxxvii. 5. ND will the great, eternal God

e 1A on earth establish his abode?

And will he, from his radiant throne,
Avow our temple for his own?

o 2 We bring the tribute of our praise;
And sing that condescending grace,
Which to our notes will lend an ear,
And call us sinful mortals near.

-3 Our Father's watchful care we bless,
Which guards our synagogues in peace!
That no tumultuous foes invade,
To fill our worshippers with dread.
e 4 These walls we to thy honour raise;
Long may they echo to thy praise;
And thou, descending, fill the place,
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
-5 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the glories of his train;
o While power divine his Word attends,
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.

g

6 And in the great decisive day,

When God the nations shall survey,

May it before the world appear,

That crowds were born to glory here. DODDridge.

HYMN 142. H. M. Allerton. [*

Dedication of a House for Worship.

N sweet exalted strains,

The King of glory praise;

O'er heaven and earth he reigns,

Through everlasting days:

g He, with a nod, the world controls, Sustains, or sinks, the distant poles.

e

2 To earth he bends his throne-
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,
And wide his glories shine:

o Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.

3 Great King of glory, come,
And with thy favour crown
This temple as thy dome-
This people as thy own:
Beneath this roof, Ŏ deign to show,
How God can dwell with men below.

4 Here may thine ears attend
Thy people's humble cries;
And grateful praise ascend,
All fragrant, to the skies:

o Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

5 Here may th' attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above:

o And willing crowds surround thy board,
With sacred joy, and sweet accord.

6 Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise;
And shine like polished stones,
Through long succeeding days :

g Here, Lord, display thy saving power,
While temples stand, and men adore.

FRANCIS.

HYMN 143. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] Ordination: Joshua the High Priest. Zech. iii. 6, 7,

1 REAT Lord of angels, we adore

G The grace that builds thy courts below;

And through ten thousand sons of light,
Stoops to regard what mortals do.

e 2 Amidst the wastes of time and death,
-Successive pastors thou dost raise,
Thy charge to keep, thy house to guide,
And form a people for thy praise.

o 3 The heavenly natives with delight
Hover around the sacred place;

Nor scorn to learn from mortal tongues
The wonders of redeeming grace.

-4 At length, dismissed from feeble clay,
Thy servants join th' angelic band;

o With them, through distant worlds they fly;
e With them, before thy presence stand.
o 5 O glorious hope! O blest employ !
e Sweet lenitive of grief and care'

When shall we reach those radiant courts,
And all their joy and honour share?
-6 Yet while these labours we pursue,
Thus distant from thy heavenly throne,
Give us a zeal and love like theirs,

g And half their heaven shall here be known.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 144. H. M.

Whitchurch. [*]

e

Ordination. Ministers a sweet Savour to God. 2 Cor. ii. 15, 16. RAISE to the Lord on high,

Pho spreads his triumphs wide!

While Jesus' fragrant name

Is breathed on every side:

-Balmy and rich the odours rise,

o And fill the earth, and reach the skies.

2 Ten thousand dying souls,

Its influence feel-and live;
Sweeter than vital air

The incense they receive:

o They breathe anew, and rise and singo Jesus the Lord, their conquering King.

e

3 But sinners scorn the grace, That brings salvation nigh: They turn away their face, And faint, and fall, and die. p So sad a doom, ye saints, deplore, a For O! they fall to rise no more.

a

4 Yet, wise and mighty God,
Shall all thy servants be,
In those who live or die,

A savour sweet to thee;

o Supremely bright thy grace shall shine,

e Guarded with flames of wrath divine. DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 145. L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*] Gospel Ministry instituted by Christ. Eph. iv. 11, 12.

1 FATHER of mercies, in thy house,

Smile on our homage and our vows;

While, with a grateful heart, we share
These pledges of our Saviour's care.
2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scattered his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.

3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honoured name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame;

Hence dictates the prophetic sage,
And hence the evangelic page.

4 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,
Pastors from hence and teachers rise;
Who, though with feebler rays they shine,
Still gild a long-extended line.

5 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And fed by Christ their graces live:
o While, guarded by his potent hand,
'Midst all the rage of hell they stand.
o 6 So shall the bright succession run,
Through the last courses of the sun;
While unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.
-7 Jesus our Lord their hearts shall know,
The spring whence all these blessings flow:

o Pastors and people shout his praise,

g Through the long round of endless days. Doddridge.

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HYMN 146. C. M. Sunday. [*]

Gospel Treasure in earthen Vessels.

Ho

OW rich thy bounty, King of kings!
Thy favours, how divine!

The blessings which thy gospel brings,
How splendidly they shine!

2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys;
Should gold and gems compare,

How mean! when set against those joys,
Thy poorest servants share!

SELECT. 9

e 3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace
Are lodged in urns of clay;
-And the weak sons of mortal race
Th' immortal gifts convey.

e 4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth,
0 Yet grace the victory gives;
e Quickly they moulder back to earth-
0 Yet still the gospel lives.

-5 Such wonders power divine effects,
Such trophies God can raise ;

0

-His hand, from crumbling dust, erects
His monuments of praise.

0

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HYMN 147. L. M.

SALISBURY COL.

Carthage. [* b]

Prayer for a sick Minister.

THOU, before whose gracious throne,
We bow our suppliant spirit down;
View the sad breast, the streaming eye,
And let our sorrows pierce the sky.

2 Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel,
And all our trembling lips would tell;
Thou only canst assuage our grief,
And yield our woe-fraught heart relief.
3 With power benign, thy servant spare,
Nor turn aside thy people's prayer;
Avert thy swift-descending stroke,
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock.
4 Restore him, sinking to the grave;
Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save;
Back to our hopes and wishes give,
And bid our friend and father live.

5 Bound to each soul by tenderest ties,
In every breast his image lies;
Thy pitying aid, O God, impart,
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart.
6 Yet if our supplications fail,

And prayers and tears can nought prevail;
Be thou his strength, be thou his stay,
And guide him safe to endless day.

EVAN'S COL.

HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. [b *]

Death of a Minister.

1HIS master taken from his head,

Elisha saw him go;