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HYMN 393. L. M.

1. HOW rich are thy provisions, Lord,
Thy table furnish'd from above!
The fruits of life o'erspread the board;
The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.
2. Thine ancient family, the Jews,

Were first invited to the feast;
We humbly take what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.
3. Let the vain world pronounce its shame,
And fling their scandals on thy cause:
We come to boast our Saviour's name,

And make our triumphs in his cross. 4. With joy we tell the scoffing age:

He, that was dead, hath left the tomb.
He lives above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting 'till he come.
HYMN 394. L. M.

1.

WE praise the Lord for heav'nly bread,

With which his favour'd sons are fed;
We praise thee for that heav'nly feast,
Which Jesus with delight could taste.
2. He, while he sojourn'd here below,
Had meat which strangers could not know.
That meat he to his people gives;
And he, that tastes the banquet, lives.
3. So let us live, sustain'd by grace,
Regal'd with fruits of righteousness.
Enter our hearts, all-gracious Lord!
And sup with us, and deck thy board.
4. Devotion, faith, and zealous love,

And hope that bears the soul above:
Be these our dainties, 'till we rise,
And taste the joys of paradise.
HYMN 395. L. M.
1. MY God! and is thy table spread?

And does thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.

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2. O let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. 3. Let crowds approach, with hearts prepar'd; With warm desire let all attend; Nor, when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end. 4. Revive thy dying churches, Lord! And bid our drooping graces live; And more that energy afford,

A Saviour's death alone can give. 5. Nor let thy spreading gospel rest,

'Till through the world thy truth has run, "Till with this bread all men be blest Who see the light or feel the sun!

HYMN 396. c. M.

THE promise of my Father's love
"Shall stand for ever good:"
He said, and gave his soul to death,
And seal'd the grace with blood.
2. To this dear cov'nant of thy word
I set my worthless name;

I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.

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3. The light, and strength, and pard'ning grace, And glory, shall be mine;

My life and soul, my heart and flesh,
And all my pow'rs are thine.

4. Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,
Who blest us in his will,
And to his testament of love
Made his own life the seal.

HYMN 397. c. M.

1.

.PITY the nations, O our God!

Constrain the earth to come. Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home,

2. We long to see thy churches full,
That all thy faithful race

May, with one voice and heart and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

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PARTICULAR OCCASIONS AND

CIRCUMSTANCES.

1. MORNING.

HYMN 398. L. M.

1. MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new ;
And morning mercies from above
Gently descend like early dew.

2. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours! Thy sov'reign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. 3. I yield myself to thy command;

To thee devote my nights and days.
Perpetual blessings from thy hand

Demand perpetual hymns of praise.
HYMN 399. c. M.

1. HOSANNAH with a cheerful sound
To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares our path surround,
And yet secure we stand.

2. How wondrous is that mighty pow'r,
Which form'd us with a word!
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.

3. The ev❜ning rests our weary head,
And mercy guards the room.
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.

4. The rising morn cannot assure,
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door,
To take our lives away.

5. God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings.
Our feeble frame lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.

HYMN 400. c. M.

1. LORD of my life! O may thy praise

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Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours;

2. Preserv'd by thy almighty arm,
I pass the shades of night,
Serene and safe from ev'ry harm,
And see returning light.

3. While many spent the night in sighs, And restless pains and woes,

In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes
And undisturb'd repose.

4. When sleep, death's semblance, o'er me spread, And I unconscious lay;

Thy watchful care was round my bed,
To guard my feeble clay.

5. O let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From ev'ry trespass, ev'ry snare,
My heedless steps defend.

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6. Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

HYMN 401. L. M.

1. IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely pass'd the silent night: Again I see the breaking shade,

I drink again the morning light,

2. New-born, I bless the waking hour; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be: My conscious soul resumes her pow'r, And springs, my guardian God! to thee. 3. O guide me through the various maze,

My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread;
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze,
Where dangers press around my head.
4. A deeper shade shall soon impend :

A deeper sleep my eyes oppress:
Yet then thy strength shall still defend,
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
5. That deeper shade shall break away:

That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes:
Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the raptures of the skies.
HYMN 402 L. M.

1. AWAKE, my soul! and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2. By influ❜nce of the light divine,

Let thy own light to others shine;
Reflect all heav'ns propitious rays,
In ardent love and cheerful praise.

3. Lord! I my vows to thee renew:
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

4. Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design to do or say;

That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

5. All praise to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me, while I slept !
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

HYMN 403. c. M.

To thee let my first off'rings rise,
Whose sun creates my day;

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