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Our sin revives, and death and hell
Our feeble souls assail.]

Dwell therefore in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free;

Then shall we know, and praise, and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.

Improving the rapid Flight of Time.—
DR. HAWEIS.

Bankfield 116. Bethel 117. Salisbury 307.
PART I.

THE creature of a day,

THE

Abidance here below,

How short, uncertain! no delay,
Time's rapid flight can know.

2 Each moment to the grave,
Swift as the arrows fly,

I hasten who can help or save
A sinner doom'd to die?

3 Mine eyes are unto thee,

To thee I lift my prayer;

A worm of dust behold and see;
My cry vouchsafe to hear.

4 All that is past forgive,

Let love constrain my heart;
Then shall I in thy favour live,
And in thy peace depart.

Applying to Mercy's Throne.-NEWTON.

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Bankfield 116. Isaiah 145.

PART II.

HUNGRY, and faint, and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again,

Assembled at thy mercy's door,
Thy bounty to obtain.

2 Thy word invites us nigh,
Or we must starve indeed;
For we no money have to buy,
Nor righteousness to plead.
3 The food our spirits want
Thy hand alone can give:
O, hear the prayer of faith, and grant
That we may eat and live!

Armed and ready for Conflict.-C. WESLEY.
Stepney 133. Cranbrook 119. Bridstow 115.

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PART I.

1 HARK! how the watchmen cry!
Attend the trumpet's sound;

Stand to your arms! the foe is nigh!
The powers of hell surround.

2 Who bow to Christ's command,
Your arms and hearts prepare:
The day of battle is at hand!
Go forth to glorious war!
3 Go up with Christ your head,
Your Captain's footsteps see;
Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain victory.

4 All power to him is given:
He ever reigns the same:

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Salvation, happiness, and heaven
Are all in Jesu's name.

Only have faith in God;

In faith your foes assail:

Not wrestling against flesh and blood,
But all the pow'rs of hell:

6 From thrones of glory driven,
By flaming vengeance hurled,

They throng the air, and darken heaven,
And rule the lower world.

Supplicating the Throne of Grace.-ANON.

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Bethel 117. Frome Woodlands 123.

PART II.

BEHOLD the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;

There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
[That rich anointing blood,

Which sprinkled round I see,
Provides for those who come to God,
An all prevailing plea.

My soul, ask what thou wilt,

Thou canst not be too bold :

Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold?
Beyond thy utmost wants,
His love and pow'r can bless;
To praying souls he always grants
More than they can express.]
5 Since 'tis my Lord's command,
My mouth I

Lord, open

open wide;

thou thy bounteous hand,
That I may be supplied.

6 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
Teach me to live by faith,
Conform my

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will to thine;

Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.

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If thou these blessings give,

And wilt my portion be,

Cheerful, the world's poor toys I'll leave,
To them who know not thee.

Rejoicing in the Ways of God.-DODDRIDGE.

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West Ham 146.

NOW

Essex 248. Union Cottage 272.

Sherburn 363.

PART I.

OW let our voices join
To form a sacred song;

Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!

No lurking gins t'entrap our feet;
No fierce destroyer there.

3 But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
4 See Salem's golden spires

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In beauteous prospect rise;

And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle thro' the skies.
All honour to His name,

Who marks the shining way!

To Him who leads the wanderers on
To realms of endless day!

Faith.-BEDdome.

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Sutton Colefield 139.

Westminster 142.

PART II.

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FAITH! 'tis a precious grace,

Where'er it is bestow'd:

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It boasts of a celestial birth,
And is the gift of God!
Jesus it owns, a King,
An all-atoning Priest:

It claims no merits of its own,-
But looks for all in Christ.

To him it leads the soul,

When fill'd with deep distress;
Flies to the fountain of his blood,
And trusts his righteousness.
4 Since 'tis thy work alone,
And that divinely free,

Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son
To work this faith in me.

The Meek beautified with Salvation.

DODDRIDGE.

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Cranbrook 119. Orpheus 131.

Finsbury 155.

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PART I.

E humble souls, rejoice,
And cheerful praises sing!

Wake all your harmony of voice;
For Jesus is your King.

That meek and lowly Lord,

Whom here your souls have known,

Pledges the honour of his word

T'avow you for his own.

3 He brings salvation near,

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For which his blood was paid!

How beauteous shall your souls appear,
Thus sumptuously array'd!

Sing! for the day is nigh,

When near your

Saviour's seat,

The tallest sons of pride shall lie
The footstool of your feet.