Who yet suspends the lifted sword,

And gives us leave to pray. 2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great;

But we will not despair; Still open is thy mercy seat

To penitence and prayer. 3 Kind Intercessor! to thy love

This blessed hope we owe; O! let thy merits plead above,

While we implore below.
4 O gracious God! for Jesus' sake,

Attend our humble cry;
Nor let thy kindling vengeance break

Destruction from on high.
5 Though justice near thy awful throne

Attend thy dread command,
Lord! hear thy servants, hear thy Son,

And save a guilty land. STEELE.

HYMN 30. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]

Publick Thanksgiving. 1 Almighty sov’reign of the skies! To thee let songs of gladness rise; Each grateful heart its tribute bring, And ev'ry voice thy goodness sing. 2 From thee our choicest blessings flow, Life, health, and strength thy hands bestow, The daily good tly creatures share, Springs from thy providential care. 3 The rich profusion nature yields, The harvest waving o'er the fields; The cheering light, refreshing show'r, Are gifts from thy exhaustless store. 4 At thy command the vernal bloom, Revives the world from winter's gloom, The summer's heat the fruit matures, And Autumn all her treasures pours. 3 From thee proceed domestick ties, Connubial bliss, paternal joys; On thy support the nations stand, Obedient to thy high command. 6 But how shall frail, imperfect man, Whose being reaches but a span, Attempt in earth-born strains to prove, The wonders of redeeming love!

7 Let ev'ry pow'r of heart and tongue,
Unite to swell the grateful song,
While age and youth in chorus join,
And praise the Majesty Divine. 'HARTFORD COL.

HYMN 31. L. M. Pilesgrove. [*]

Publick Thanksgiving. 1 Eternal Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ; While now before thee, we appear, To hail thee Sovereign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole; The sun is taught by thee to rise, And darkness, when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring at thy command, Perfumes the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Thro' all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, soften'd by thy care, No more the face of horrour wear. 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. RIPPON's Col.

HYMN 32. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]

Marriage.
1 Since Jesus freely did appear

To grace a marriage feast,
Dear Lord! we ask thy presence here,

To make a wedding guest.
2 Upon the bridal pair look down,

Who now have plighted hands; Their union with thy favour crown,

And bless the nuptial bands.
3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow,

Of all rich dow';ies best;
Their substance bless, and peace bestow

To sweeten all the rest.
4 In purest love their souls unite,

That they with Christian care, May make domestick burthens light,

By taking mutual share.

5 As Isaac and Rebekah gave,

A pattern chaste and kind; So may

this married couple live,
And die in friendship join'd.
6 And when that solemn hour shall come,

And life's short space be o'er,
May they in triumph reach that home,
Where they shall part no more.

RIDGE

HYMN 33, 8s and 7s. Sicilian. [*]

Marriage 1 Come, thou condescending Jesus!

Thou hast bless'd a marriage feast; Come, and with thy presence bless us,

Deign to be an honour'd guest. ? Once, at Cana's happy village,

Thou didst heavenly joy impart; Though unseen, may thy blest image

Be inscribed on every heart. 3 Lord, we come to ask thy blessing

On the happy pair to rest; May thy goodness never ceasing,

Make them now and ever blest. 4 Thou canst change the course of nature,

Turning water into wine, But we ask a greater favour,

May they be forever thine. 5 Thine by covenant and adoption,

Thine by free and sovereign grace, May they, by each word and action,

Do thy will and speak thy praise.
6 Gracious Lord! from thy free bounty,

Fill their basket and their store,
Give them, with their health and plenty,

Hearts thy goodness to adore.
7 Often from their happy dwelling,

May the voice of prayer ascend, For thy mercies still increasing,

To their best, their kindest Friend. 8 Through this life's tempestuous ocean,

Storms are thick, and dangers nigh, 0! may constant, pure devotion,

Guide them safe to realms on high. 9 When by death's cold hand divided,

Which dissolves the tend'rest ties,
By thy grace again united,
May they in thine image rise.

3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
Save us from our foes around;
Going out, and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.
4 When our work of life is past,
O! receive us then at last,
Night of sin will be no more,
When we reach the heavenly shore. HARTFORD COL

HYMN 16. C. M. Zion. [b]

Evening.
1 0 Lord! another day is flown,

And we a little band,
Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fostering hand.
2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear,

To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt, for thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness pours.
3 And, Jesus! thou thy smiles will deign,

As we before thee pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.
4 O! let thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart,

Thine everlasting peace.
5 Thus chasten'd, cleans’d, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led;
The Sun of holiness shall shine,

In glory on our head.
6 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet,

And thou wilt bless our way;
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day.

KIRKE WHITE.

HYMN 17. L. M. Portugal. [*]

Morning or Evening.
1 My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every ev'ning new,
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil 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.

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3 I yield my powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise. Watts.

HYMN 18. C. M. Reading. [b]

Morning
1 Lord of my life! O, may thy praise

Employ my noblest powers;
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,

And fills the circling hours.
2 Preserv'd by thine almighty arm

I pass’d the shades of night, Serene and safe from every harm,

And see returning light. 3 O! let the same almighty care,

My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare,

My heedless step defend. 4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,

And guide my future days, And let thy goodness fill my soul

With gratitude and praise. STEELE.

HYMN 19. C. M. Hymn Second. [*]

Evening.
1 Indulgent God, whose bounteous care

O'er all thy works is shown!
O! let my grateful praise and prayer

Ascend before thy throne.
2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!

How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflow'd,

With cheerfulness my breast. 3 Now may soft slumbers close my eyes,

From pain and sickness free; And let my wakeful thoughts arise

To meditate on thee. 4 Thus bless each future day and night,

Till life's vain scene is o'er; And then to realms of endless light, ()! let my spirit soar. LIVERPOOL COL.