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3 For I have walk'd the happy round

That 'circles Zion's holy ground,
And gladly swell'd the choral lays,
That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise,
What time the hallow'd arches rung

Responsive to the solemn song.
4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest,

Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ?
Turn, turn to Him, in ev'ry pain,
Whom suppliants never sought in vain;
Thy strength, in joy's extatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd


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HYMN 160

(11. 3.) A compassionate High Priest. HEBREWS iv. 15. b. 1 WHE

HEN gath’ring clouds around I view,

And days are dark, and friends are few,

On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears

And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
L To fly the good I would pursue,

Or do the isl I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,

Shall guard me in that dang’rous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,

And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then he, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick’ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry

The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorr’wing o'er some stone I bend,

Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, in
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou did'st weep o'er Laz’rus dead.

5 And, oh! when I have safely past

Through ev'ry conflict but the last,


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Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death—for thou hast died; V
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
HYMN 161.

(L. M.)
Sanctificd Affliction.
1 ORD! unafflicted, undismay'd,

In pleasure's path how long I stray'd:
But thou hast made me feel thy rod!

And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.
2 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,

I bless thy hand that caus'd the sinart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,

But sav'd me from eternal wo!
3 Oh! hadst thou left me unchastis'd,

Thy precepts I had still despis’d,
And still the snare in secret laid

Had my unwary feet betray'd.
4 I love thy chastnings, O my God,
They fix my hopes on thy abode;

Where, in thy presence fully blest,
Thy stricken saints for ever rest.


HYMN 162.

(11. 3.)
Daily Dependance.
1 HEN streaming from the eastern skies,

The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of sin away,

And turn my darkness into day.
2 When to heav'n's great and glorious King

My morning sacrifice I bring ,
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,

And be my advocate with God.
3 As ev'ry day thy mercy spares

Will bring its trials and its cares,

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O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend :
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,

And be thy pure example mine. 4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,

Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseas'd, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician! see my grief,

And grant thy servant sweet relief. 5 Should poverty's destructive blow

Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity and supply my need,

For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. 6 Should Providence profusely pour

Its varied blessings in my store;
O keep me front the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosp'rous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.

7 When each day's scenes and labours close,

And weari'd nature seeks repose,
With pard’ning mercy richly bless'd,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And, as each morning sun shall rise,

O lead me onward to the skies.
8 And, at my life's last setting sun,

My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thy heav'nly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise,

To see thy face and sing thy praise.
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HYMN 163.

(L: M.) I have set God always before me.Psalm xvi. 9.

1 HAVIOUR! when night involves the skies,

My soul, adoring, turns to thee!
Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,

And wrapt in shades of death for me.


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2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, IL

When crimson gleams the east adorn, 1

Thee, victor of the grave and hell,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays,

To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Lv L

Thee, thron’d in glory's endless blaze,

Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 4 O’er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal,

To death and thee my thoughts I give; 1

To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel,
To thee, with whom I trust to live.
• HYMN 164.

(L. M.)
Morning Hymn.

Thy ;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy inispent time that's past;

Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:

T' improve thy talents take due care;

'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th’ all-seeing God, thy ways

And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unweari'd sing,

Glory to thee, eternal King."
5 I wake, I wake, ye heav'nly choir ;

May your devotion me inspire;
That I like you my age may spend,

you may on my God attend.
6 May I like you in God delight,

Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform like you my Maker's will:

O! may I never more do ill.
7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

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8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.
9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say,

That all my pow'rs, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.
10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him, all creatures here below; L
L Praise him above y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 165.

(L. M.)
A RISE, my soull with rapture rise!
And, fill’d with love and fear, adore

The awful Sov'reign of the skies, L

Whose mercy lends me one day more.
2 And may this day, indulgent Pow'r!

Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; L
But may each swiftly flying hour

Still nearer bring my soul to Thee.
3 But can it be? that Pow'r divine
Is thron'd in light's unbounded blaze; L.

And countless worlds and angels join

To swell the glorious song of praise :
4 And will he deign to lend an ear,

When I poor abject mortal, pray ?
Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear,

Nor cast the meanest wretch away.
5 Then let me serve thee all my days,

And may my zeal with years increase :
For pleasant Lord, are all thy ways,
And all thy paths are paths of peace.
HYMN 166.

(c. m.)
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TO thee let my first off'rings rise,

Whose sun creates the day,
Swift as his gladd’ning influence flies,
And spotless as his ray.

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