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May I, like you, in God delight ;
Have all day long my God in fight;
Perform, like you, my Maker's will;
O! may I never more do ill.
Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And haft refresh'd me whilft I Nept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
Lord, I my vows to thee renew ;
Scatter my fins as morning dew :
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, controul, suggest this day,,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy fole glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all bleffings flow i
Praise him, all creatures here below:
Praise him above, angelic hoft;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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H Y M N II.

For the E VENING.
LORY to thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light :
Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Under thy own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills which I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I ere I Neep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed ;
Teach me to die, that so I may
With joy behold the judgment-day.
Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
Ilis watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celestial fill,
And guard from the approach of ill,

N 3.

Lord,

Bishop

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Lord, let my soul for ever sharee
The bliss of thy paternal care:
'Tis heav'n on earth, 'tis heav'n above,
To see thy face, and fing thy love.
Shou'd Death itself my sleep invade,
Why shou'd I be of Death afraid ?
Protected by thy saving arm,'s...
Tho' he may strike, he cannot harm.
For death is life, and labour reft,
If with thy gracious presence bleft:
Then welcome fleep or death to me,
I'm still secure, for still with Thee!
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below:
Praise him above, angelic host :
Praise Father, Son, and holy Ghost,

H Y M N III.

PSALM XIX.
7 THE spacious firmament on high, ,

With all the blue etherial sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
Th'unwearied sun from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land

The work of an Almighty hand,
O Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,

The Moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the list ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilst all the ftars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though in folemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though nor real voice nor found
Amid their radiant orbs be found;

In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice ;
For ever singing as they shine,
46 The hand that made us is divine."

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H Y M N IV.

PSALM XXIII.
HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye :
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend,
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirfty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow,
Amid the verdant landskip flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill :
Thy friendly crook (hall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown’d,
And streams shall murmur all around.

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HY MN V.
The Christian's Hope.

WHEN
THEN rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear ;
I see my Maker, face to face ;

O how shall I appear !

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If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror firinks,

And trembles at the thought :
When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd

In majesty severe,
And fit in judgment on my soul ;

O how Thall I appear !
But thou haft told the troubled mind,

Who does her fins lament;
The timely tribute of her tears

Shall endless woe prevent.
Then see the sorrow of my heart,

E'er yet it be too late ;
And hear my Saviour's dying groans

To give these sorrows weight.
For never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has dy'd,

To make her pardon sure.

HYMN VI.

On GRATITUDE.
HEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys ;
Transported with the view, I'm loft

In wonder, love, and praise.
O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart !

But thou canst read it there.
Thy providence my life fustain'd,

And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in prayer.

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Unnumber'd comforts on my fuul

Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.
Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way,
And through the plea ing snares of vice,

More to be fear’d than they.
When worn by sickness, oft haft thou

With health renew'd my face ;
And when in fin and sorrow funk,

Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a chearful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy. Through ev'ry period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death in distant worlds

The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more ;
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity to thee

A joyful song I'll raise ; For oh ! Eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.

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HY MN VII.
The Excellency of the BIBLE.
REAT God, with wonder and with praise

On all thy works I look :
But still thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace,

Shine brighter in thy book.
The stars that in their courses roll,

Have much instruction giv'n;
But thy good word informs my soul

How I may soar to heav'n.

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