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While some poor wretches scarce can tell,

Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,

And rest upon my bed.
While others early learn to swear,

And curse, and lie, and steal,
LORD, I am taught Thy Name to fear,

And do Thy holy will.
Are these Thy mercies, day by day,

To me above the rest?
Then let me love Thee more than they,

And try to serve Thee best.


ALMIGHTY GOD, Thy piercing, eye

Strikes thro' the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie

All open to Thy sight.
There's not a sin that we commit,

Nor wicked word we say,
But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ,

Against the judgment-day.
And must the crimes that I have done

Be read and publish'd there?
Be all expos'd before the sun,

While men and angels hear? LORD, at Thy feet asham'd I lie;

Upward I dare not look ;
Pardon my sins before I die,

And blot them from Thy book.
Remember all the dying pains

And let His blood wash out my stains,

And answer for my guilt.

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ever fear
T' indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down ev'ry fault.

THE LORD'S DAY.- Dr. Watts.
This is the day. when Christ arose

So early from the dead;
Why should I keep my eye-lids clos'd,

And waste my hours in bed?
This is the day when Jesus broke

The pow'r of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,

And love my sins so well?
To-day with pleasure Christians meet,

To pray, and hear the word :
And I would go with willing feet

To learn Thy will, O Lord!
I'll leave my sports to read and pray,

And so prepare for heaven;

I love this blessed day, The best of all the seven!

THE SABBATH.-Rev. Wm. Mason. AGAIN returns the day of holy rest, Which when He made the world Jehovah blest; When like his own he bade our labours cease, And all be piety, and all be peace. While impious men despise the sage decree, From “ vain deceit, and false philosophy,” Let us its wisdom own, its blessings feel, Receive with gratitude, perform with zeal. Let us devate this consecrated day To learn His will, and all we learn obey; In pure religion's hallow'd duties share, And join in penitence, and join in prayer.

So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive
That only tribute man has power to give;
So shall He hear, while fervently we raise
Our choral harmony in hymns of praise.


Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts guide ; In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end.

EVENING. Soon will the evening star, with silver ray, Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day; Resume we then, ere sleep and silence reign, The rights that holiness and Heaven ordain. Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage, That shines reveal'd on inspiration's page; Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste, Which all who lavish shall lament at last. Here humbly let us hope our Maker's smile Will crown, with meet success, our weekly toil; And here, on each returning Sabbath join In prayer, in penitence, and praise divine.


Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts guide; In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end.

THE LORD'S SUPPER. Hall, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he, who here partakes

That sacred cup, that heav'nly food.

Why are its dainties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd ? Was not for you the Victim slain?

Are you denied the children's bread? O! let thy table honour'd be,

And cloth'd in wedding robes thy guests ; And may each soul salvation see,

That here its sacred pledges tastes ! Let crouds approach Thy table, LORD,

With hearts prepar'd let all attend, Nor when we leave our Father's board The pleasure or the profit end.

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. In the sun and moon and stars

Signs and wonders there shall be, Earth shall quake with inward wars,

Nations with perplexity. Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,

Tossed with stronger tempests, rise, Wilder storms the mountains sweep,

Louder thunders rock the skies. Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,

Racking doubt and restless fear; And amid the thunder cloud

Shall the Judge of men appear.
But though from that awful face

Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, His chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh!

The LORD shall come, the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixed seats forsake;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.



The LORD shall come! but not the same
As once in lowly guise He came,
A silent Lamb before His foes,
A weary Man and full of woes.
The LORD shall come, a dreadful form,
With rain-bow wreath and robes of storm,
On Cherub wings and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind.
Can this be He, who, wont to stray,
A pilgrim on the world's high-way,
Oppressed by power, and mocked by pride,
Is this, is this, the crucified ?
Now pride and pow'r astonish'd fly
The terrors of His alter'd eye ;
While Faith, ascending from the tomb,
In triumph shouts “ The Lord is come.”

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HẠRK! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd.
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
CHRIST is born in Bethlehem !



Hark! the herald-angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King ?
Christ, by highest heaven adora!
Christ, the everlasting LORD!
Long foretold behold him come,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb.
Veilld in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity!

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