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O bid the wretched sods of need

On soul-reviving dainties feed !
4 Thy spirit's powerful aid impart ;

O may thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;.
Then shall the day indeed be thine,
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne. MR. STEELE,

HYMN 574. L. M.

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PR
RAISE ye the Lord; let praise employ

In his owo courts your songs of joyi
The spacious firmament around

Shall echo back the joyful sound.
2 Recouot his works in strains divine;

His wondrous works bow bright they shine!
Praise him for his almighty deeds,

Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,

To spread your sacred pleasures round;
While sweeter music tunes the lute,

The warbling harp, and breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance

To praise him in the graceful dance;
To praise awake each tuneful string,

And to the solemn organ siog.
5 Let the loud cymbal sounding high,

To softer, dee per notes reply ;
Harmonious let the concert rise,

And bear the rapture to the skies.
6 Let all whom life and breath inspire,

Attend and join the blissful choir ;
But chiefly you who know bis word,
Adore, and love, and praise the Lord.

MRS. STEELE

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HYMN 575. C. M.

Gratitude.
row chang'd the face of nature shows, ,

How gay the rural scene !
A fairer bloom the flowers disclose,

The meads a livelier green.
2 While beauty clothes the fertile vale,

Aod blossoms on the spray,
And fragrance breathes in every gale,

How sweet the vernal day! 3 And bark! the feather'd warblers sing!'

'Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring,

And woods and fields rejoice.
4 How kind the influence of the skies !

These showers, with blessings fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise,

And fix the roving thought.
5 O let my wondering heart confess,

With gratitude and love,
The bounteous band that deigns to bless

The garden, field, and grove.
6 That bounteous band my thoughts adore,

Beyond expression kind,
Hath sweeter, oobler gifts in store,

To bless the craving mind.
7 That hapd, in this hard heart of mine

Cap make each virtue live,
And kindly showers of grace divine

Life, beauty, fragrance give.
8 O God of nature, God of grace,

Thy heavenly gifts impart;
And bid sweet meditation trace

Spring blooming in my heart !

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Glad nature's cheerful song: And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue. MRs. Steele,

HYMN 576. L. M. The Resurrection. Matt. xxviii. 2-4. THE silent noon of night was past, The moon was bright in silver sheen, When sudden gloom the sky o'ercast, And quench'd in darkness all the scene.

The centinels around the tomb,
In which the murder'd Jesus lay,
Look'd forward from the dreary gloom
With anxious eyes for coming day.

But, hark beneath, the rumbling earth
Began with inward roars to rock,
As if her entrails from their girth
Were bursting with impetuous shock.

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They sunk, in terror overwhelm'd
Struck to the quaking ground with dread:
The iron warrior, mail'd and helm’d,
Lay pale and senseless as the dead.

Soon to the earth the seraph came,
Soon was the rocky door thrown wide,
The quick-returning vital flame
Re-animates the Crucified 1

With radiant glory compass'd round,
Forth walks the Conqueror girt with might;

The prostrate seraph licks the ground,

Eclips'd in his Creator's light.
9 How chang’d the scene!-of late, the mirth

And passive scorn of soldiers rude:
But now, while they lie stretch'd on earth,
He walks, too glorious to be view’d.
10 Behold yon tyrant! stript and bare,

In his own fetters bound, he lies;
His sceptre broken, while the air

Is troubled with his wailing cries.
11 Well may'st thou wail! the time draws nigh,

('This Resurrection seals the doom)
When thou, with all thy pow'r shalt die,
And all thy captives leave the tomb. J. M. G.

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HYMN 577. C. M.

Widow.
TH
VHO' faint and sick, and worn away

With poverty and woe,
My widow'd feet are doom'd to stray,

'Mid thorny paths below;
2 Be Thou, O Lord ! my Saviour still-

My confidence and guide!
I know that perfect is Thy will,

Whate'er that will decide.
3 I know the soul that trusts in Thee

Thou never wilt forsake; And though a bruised reed I be,

That reed thou wilt not break. 4 Then, keep me, Lord ! where'er I

Support me on my way; Though worn with poverty and

woe, My widow'd footsteps stray ! 5 To give my weakness strength, O God ! Thy staff shall

yet

avail : And though thou chasten with thy rod,

That staff shall never fail.

E, W

HYMN 578. C. M.
The Condescension of God. 1 Kings viii. 91.
VTERNAL pow'r, almighty God,

Who can approach thy throne ?
Accessless light is thy abode,

To angel-eyes unknown. 2 Before the radiance of thine eye

The heav’os no longer sbine, And all the glories of the sky

Are but the shade of thine.
3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend

To cast a look below,
To this vile world thy notice bend,

These seats of sin and woe?
It oh! to shew thy smiling face,

To bring thy glories near
Amazing and transporting grace

To dwell with mortals here ! 5 How strange! how awful is thy love!

With trembling we adore : Not all the exalted miods above

Its wonders can explore.
6 While golden harps, and angel tongues

Resound immortal lays,
Great God, permit our humble songs

To rise and mean thy praise. MRS. STEELE.

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