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Late Pastor of the Tabernacle Church, Salem, Mass.

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Pastor of the Tabernacle Church, Salem, Mass., and

late Professor of Rhetoric in Amherst College.



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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1834,


In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.

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HYMN 1. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]

Being of God. Ps. civ. ei THERE is a God-all nature speaks,

Through earth, and air, and sea, and o See from the clouds his glory breaks, [skies;

When the first beams of morning rise.
-2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.
o 3 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise,

Above the weak attempts of art; e The smallest worms, the meanest flies,

Speak sweet conviction to the heart. -4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,

And trace creation's wonders o'er, e Confess the footsteps of the God; a Bow down before him-and adore. Steele.


HYMN 2. C. M. Tunbridge. [b*]

Goodness of God. Nahum i, 7. 1

E humble souls, approach your God,

With songs of sacred praise ; For he is good, immensely good,

And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care;

In him we live and move; o But nobler benefits declare

The wonders of his love. e 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known,

In its divinest forms. e 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come;

'Tis here our hope relies: o A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.

God the Creator.

-5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,

With bliss divinely free.
0 6 Great God, to thy almighty Love

What honours shall we raise ? Not all the raptur'd songs above Can render equal praise.

Steele. HYMN 3. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*] 1

ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise ; With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas,

And heaven's high palace rings.
g 2 Thy hand,--how wide it spread the sky!

How glorious to behold!
-Ting'd with a blue of heavenly die,

And starr'd with sparkling gold.
3 Thy glories blaze, all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terrour and delight.
g. 4 Infinite strength, and equal skill,

Shine through the worlds abroad, e Our souls with vast amazement fill,

And speak the builder-God. -5 But still the wonders of thy grace

Our softer passions move; Pity divine, in Jesus' face, We see, adore, and love.

Watts. HYMN 4. C. M. Bedford. [*]

Sovereignty and Dominion of God. a 1 KEEP silencemall created things, My soul stands trembling while she sings

The honours of her God. e 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,

Hang on his firm decree;
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.
3 Chain’d to his throne a volume lies,

With all the fates of men ;


With ev'ry angel's form and size,

Drawn by th' eternal pen. -4 His providence unfolds the book,

And makes his counsels shine; Each opening leaf, and ev'ry stroke,

Fulfils some deep design.
5 (Here he exalts neglected worms,

To sceptres and a crown;
And there, the following page he turns,

And treads the monarch down.
6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,

Nor God the reason gives; Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry

Between the folded leaves.) e 7 My God, I would not long to see

My fate, with curious eyes; What gloomy lines are writ for me,

Or what bright scenes may rise. -8 In thy fair book of life and grace,

O may I find my name, Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord—the Lamb. Watts. HYMN 5. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [*]

God's Name proclaimed. Ex. xxxiv, 6–8. 1 TTEND, my soul, the voice divine,

And mark what beaming glories shine Around thy condescending God! To us-to us, he still proclaims e His awful, his endearing names ;

Attend, and sound them all abroad. d 2 Jehovah I, the sovereign Lord, "The mighty God, by heaven ador’d,

‘Down to the earth my footsteps bend: e 'My heart the tenderest pity knows,

Goodness, full-streaming, wide o’erflows,

And grace and truth shall never end. 3 'My patience long can crimes endure, “My pard’ning love is ever sure,

When penitential sorrow mourns;
'To millions, through unnumber'd years,
‘New hope and new delight it bears ;

Yet wrath against the sinner burns.'

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