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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.
Attend our humble cry;
Destruction from on high.
Attend thy dread command,
And save a guilty land. STEELE.
HYMN 30. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
Publick Thanksgiving. 1 Almighty sov’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 tly 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. 3 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,
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. [*]
To grace a marriage feast,
To make a wedding guest.
Who now have plighted hands; Their union with thy favour crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.
Of all rich dow';ies best;
To sweeten all the rest.
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 life's short space be o'er,
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. ? 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.
Fill their basket and their store,
Hearts thy goodness to adore.
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, 0! 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,
3 Keep our haughty passions bound;
HYMN 16. C. M. Zion. [b]
And we a little band,
To bless thy fostering hand.
To praises low as ours?
The song which meekness pours.
As we before thee pray;
And we are less than they.
And let contention cease;
Thine everlasting peace.
A flock by Jesus led;
In glory on our head.
And thou wilt bless our way;
HYMN 17. L. M. Portugal. [*]
Morning or Evening.
3 I yield my powers to thy command,
HYMN 18. C. M. Reading. [b]
Employ my noblest powers;
And fills the circling hours.
I pass’d the shades of night, Serene and safe from every harm,
And see returning light. 3 O! let the same almighty care,
My waking hours attend; From every danger, every snare,
My heedless step defend. 4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days, And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise. STEELE.
HYMN 19. C. M. Hymn Second. [*]
O'er all thy works is shown!
Ascend before thy throne.
How largely hast thou blest! My cup with plenty overflow'd,
With cheerfulness my breast. 3 Now may soft slumbers close my eyes,
From pain and sickness free; And let my wakeful thoughts arise
To meditate on thee. 4 Thus bless each future day and night,
Till life's vain scene is o'er; And then to realms of endless light, ()! let my spirit soar. LIVERPOOL COL.