313 Ye dying sons of men

57 Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm

Doddridge

332 Ye heavenly soldiers, still press on
148 Ye humble souls, complain no more

21 Ye humble souls, rejoice

P. 2. 26 Ye messengers of Christ

Mrs. Steele
Doddridge
Mrs. Voke

292 Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim

17 Ye servants of the Lord

C. Wesley
Doddridge

P. 3. 87 Ye sons of earth prepare the plough Cowper
109 Ye sons of men with joy record

P. 2. 309 Yet a few years, or days, perhaps

King of Prussia

308 Ye, that in his courts are found
314 Yes, the Redeemer rose

Doddridge

P. 2. 178 Ye worlds of light, that roll so near

317 Ye virgin souls arise

P. 2. 23 Your harps, ye trembling saints

Beddome

Toplady

HYMN S.

SHORT MEASURE.

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Praising God.-WATTS.

West Ham 146. Union Cottage 272.

ALMIGHTY Maker, God!

Burton 382.

How wondrous is thy name;
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad,
Through the creation's frame!
Nature in every dress,

Her humble homage pays,

And finds a thousand ways t'express

Thine undissembled praise.

In native white and red

The rose and lily stand,

And free from pride their beauties spread,

To show thy skilful hand.

4 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song,

And bears its Maker's praise on high,
Upon her artless tongue.

5 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too:

Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

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Bethel 117.

Praising God with the Heart.-WATTS.
Sutton Colefield 139. Alderbury 95.
ORD of the earth and seas,

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Author of nature's frame;

Parent of good, and God of grace,
We praise thy glorious name.
Create our souls anew,

Else all our worship's vain;

These wretched hearts will ne'er be true,
Until they're form'd again.

Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of our days,
And to our God our souls ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.

The Return of the Spring celebrated.

ANONYMOUS.

West Ham 146. Finsbury 155.

Stepney 133.

1 FROM winter's barren clouds, From winter's joyless waste,

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The spring in sudden youth appears,
With blooming beauty grac❜d.
How balmy is the air!

How warm the solar beams!
Descending rains refresh the ground,

Which fall in gentle streams.
Great God, at thy command,
Seasons in order rise:

Thy power and love in concert reign
Through earth, and seas, and skies.

4 But greatest far the gift

Of thy incarnate Son;

By him forgiveness, peace, and joy,
Through endless ages run.

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Praising Christ.-ANONYMOUS.
NEW BATH. Union Cottage 272. Cranbrook 119.

AWAKE and sing the

song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

Sing of his dying love;

Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above,

For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sing, till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues,
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
4 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.
Soon shall ye hear him say,
Ye blessed children come;
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wand'rers home.

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Himself he cannot save.- Kelly.
Egypt 121.

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Isaiah 145.

Leigh 462.

Loughton Hall 126.

HIMSELF he cannot save,"

Insulting foe, 'tis true;

The words a gracious meaning have,
Though meant in scorn by you.
"Himself he cannot save,
This is his highest praise;
Himself for others' sake he gave,
And suffers in their place.

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It were an easy part

For him the cross to fly;

But love to sinners fill'd his heart,

And made him choose to die.

"Tis love the cause unfolds,

The deep mysterious cause,
Why he who all the world upholds,
Hangs up on yonder cross.

Salvation by Grace.-DoDdridge.
Cranbrook 119. Union Cottage 272.

GRA

RACE! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!

Heaven with th' echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man,

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Grace first inscrib'd my name

In God's eternal book:

"Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my sorrows took.

Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road:

And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

5 Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow:
And grace has kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.

6 Grace all the work shall crown,
Thro' everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.