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 soy’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 thy 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.

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'; es 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.

BERRIDGE

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. 2 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, O! 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.

10 Come, thou condescending Jesus!

Fill our hearts with songs of praise, Come, and with thy presence bless us,

Make us subjects of thy grace. CODMAN.

HYMN 34. L. M.

Wells. [*]

Marriage.
1 With cheerful voices rise and sing,
The praises of our God and King!
For he alone can minds unite,
And bless with conjugal delight.
2 This wedded pair, O Lord! inspire,
With heavenly love that sacred fire;
From this blest moment may they prove
The bliss divine of marriage love.
3 0! may they both increasing find
Substantial pleasures of the mind;
Happy together may they be,
And both united, Lord! to thee.
4 So may they live as truly one;
And when their work on earth is done,
Rise, hand in hand, to heaven and share
The joys of love forever there! PROUD.

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HYMN 35. L. M. Wells. [*]

Revival of Religion hoped for. 1 While I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, Methought I heard the Saviour say, Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 2 “Tho' for a time I hide my face, “Rely upon my love and power: “Still wrestle at the throne of grace, “And wait for a reviving hour. 3 “Take down thy long neglected harp, "I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; “The winter season has been sharp, “But spring shall all its wastes repair." 4 Lord! I obey-my hopes revive; Come, join with me, ye saints! and sing, Our foes in vain against us strive, For God will help and triumph, bring.

WORCESTER'S SEI.

HYMN 36. C. M. Peterboro'. [*]

Revival of Religion seen.
1 Hark! hear the sound, on earth 'tis found

My soul delights to hear
Of dying love, that's from above,

Of pardon bought most dear.
2 Young converts sing, and praise their King,

And bless God's holy name;
Whilst older saints leave their complaints,

And joy to join the theme.
3 Convinc'd of sin, men now begin

To call upon the Lord;
Trembling they pray, and mourn the day

In which they scorn'd his word.
4 God's chariot rolls, and frights the souls

Of those, who hate the truth;
And saints in prayer, cry, Lord! draw near,

Have mercy on the youth.
5 Pour down a shower, of thy great power,

On every aching heart;
On all who try, and humbly cry,

That they may have a part.
6 Come, sinners, all! hear now God's call,

And pray with one accord;
Saints raise your songs-with joyful tongues,

To hail th' approaching Lord. WORCESTER'S SEL.

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HYMN 37. 7s and 6s. Heber. [*]

Missionary Hymn. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from errour's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
. Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness,

The gifts of God are strown,
The Heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone, 3 Waft, waft, ye winds! his story,

And you, ye waters! roll,