For he is good, supremely good,
and kind are all his ways.
2 All nature owns bis guardian care,
in him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
the wonders of his love.

S He gave his Son, his only Son,
to ransom rebel worms;

'Tis here he makes his goodness known in its diviner forms.

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,
'tis here our hope relies;
A safe defence, a peaceful home,

when storms of trouble rise.

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, the souls who trust in thee; Their humble hope thou wilt reward, with bliss divinely free.

Great God, to thy Almighty love, what honours shall we raise! Not all the angelic songs above can render equal praise. HYMN 44. Morning Hymn.

WAKE, my soul, and with the sun
A Thy daily course of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past;
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:
To improve thy talents take due care;
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.
S Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear:
Think how the 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 unwearied sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King.

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir;
May your devotion me inspire;
That I like you my age may spend,
Like 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 while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall
I may of endless life partake. [wake,

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of tho't and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.
9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.

Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Kk

HYMN 45. Evening Hymn.

GFor all the blessings of the light:
LORY to thee, my God, this night,

Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy own Almighty wings.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the last day.
4 0 may my soul on thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed his vigils keep;
Divine love into me instil,

Stop all the avenues of ill.

7 Tho't to tho't with my soul converse,
Celestial joys to me rehearse;
And in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song.

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
HYMN 46.

Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
with

Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankfu songs,

High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. HYMN 47.

what mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch

in wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high,
left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
our humble thanks to thee;
May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me."
50 may the sweet, the blissful theme
fill every heart and tongue;

Till strangers love thy charming name, and join the sacred song. HYMN 48.

Communion with Christ.

TO Jesus, our exalted Lord,

And hold communion, Lord, with thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,
To see thy grace, to taste thy love,
And feel thine influence from above.
3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that men call rich and great.
4 Send comfort down from thy righ
hand,

To cheer me in this barren land;
And in thy temple let me know
The joys that from thy presence flow.
HYMN 51.

Thine Eyes shall see the King in his
beauty. Isaiah xxxiii. 17.

adored,

Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.

2 But all the notes which mortals know,
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.
3 Yet whilst around his board we meet,
And worship at his sacred feet;
O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.
4 Yes, Lord, we love and we adore,
But long to know and love thee more;
And whilst we taste the bread and wine,
Desire to feed on joys divine.
5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonising pains.
6 Let humble penitential woe,
With painful pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart,
Life, hope and joy to every heart.
HYMN 49.

The Lord's Day.
TELCOME, sweet day of rest,

W that saw the Lord arise;

Welcome to this reviving breast,
and these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near
to feast his saints to-day;
Here may we sit, and see him here,
and love, and praise, and pray.
One day amidst the place
where Jesus is within,

Is better than ten thousand days
of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
in such a frame as this,
Till it is call'd to soar away
to everlasting bliss.

HYMN 50.

Preparations for religious Worship.
NAR from my thoughts, vain world, be

FLet my religious hours alene: [gone,

in sweet assemblage join,

[eye, All nature's charms would droop and die, Jesus, compared with thine.

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,
and vain her blooming store;
Her brightness languishes to shade,
her beauty is no more.

8 But ah, how far from mortal sight
the Lord of glory dwells'
A veil of interposing night

his radiant face conceals.
4 0 could my longing spirit rise
on strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the shies,

my Saviour and my King! 5 There thousands worship at thy fee and there (divine employ !) The triumphs of thy love repeat, in songs of endless joy.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day o'er all the blissful place;

Who would not drop this load of clay, and die to see thy face?

HYMN 52.

The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures.

FA

MATHER of mercies! in thy word what endless glory shines! For ever be thy name adored

for these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want exhaustless riches find;

Riches above what earth can grant, and lasting as the mind.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, and yields a free repast;

Sublimer sweets than nature knows invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys attend the blissful sound. 50 may these heavenly pages be my ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see. and still increasing light.

6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word.
and view my Saviour there.
HYMN 5S.

The Seasons crowned with Goodness.
Psalm lxv. 11.

E

[ploy,

TERNAL source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips emWhile in thy temple 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 rigour shine To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores And winters, soften'd by thy care, No more the face of horror 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. 6 Here in thy house let incense rise, And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more. HYMN 54.

HA

;

A Funeral Thought. TARK! from the tombs, a mournful my ears, attend the cry: [sound, "Ye living men, come view the ground "where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "in spite of all your towers! "The tall, the wise, the reverend head "must lie as low as ours."

8 Great God! is this our certain doom? and are we still secure? Still walking downward to the tomb; and yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the power of quickening grace,

to fit our souls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh, we'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 55.

A Charity Hymn.

LORD of life, all praise excelling,

thou, in glory unconfined, Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling with the poor of humble mind. 2 As thy love, through all creation, beams like thy diffusive light; So the scorn'd and humble station shrinks before thine equal sight. 3 Thus thy care, for all providing, warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue; Who, the lot of all deciding, to thy chosen Israel sung

4 When thine harvest yrchus thee pleasure, thou the golden sheaf shalt bind; To the poor belongs the treasure of the scatter'd ears behind. Chorus.

These thy God ordains to bless
The widow and the fatherless.
5 When thine olive plants increasing,
pour their plenty o'er thy plain,
Grateful thou shalt take the blessing
but not search the bow again.
Chorus. These, &c.

6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,
gladdens thy autumnal scene,
Own the bounteous hand bestowing,
but thy vines the poor shall glean
Chorus.. These, &c.

7 Still we read thy word declaring
mercy, Lord, thine own decree;
Mercy, every sorrow sharing,

warms the heart resembling thee. 8 Still the orphan and the stranger, still the widow owns thy care, Screen'd by thee in every danger, heard by thee in every prayer.

Hallelujah. Amen.
HYMN 56.

At the Ordination or Institution of a
Minister.

NATHER of mercies! in thy house

FATE

We pay our homage and our vows Whilst with a grateful heart we share These pledges of our Saviour's care. 2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose," In splendid triumph o'er his foes, Scatter'd his gifts on men below, And wide his royal bounties flow. S Hence sprang the Apostle's honour'd

name,

Sacred beyond heroic fame; Hence dictates the prophetic sage, And hence the evangelic page. 4 In lower forms to bless our eyes, Pastors from hence and Teachers rise; Who, tho' with feebler rays they shine, Still mark a long extended line. 5 From Christ their varied gifts derive, And fed by him, their graces live; Whilst guarded by his potent hand, Amidst the rage of hell they stand. 6 So shall the bright succession run Through all the courses of th sun, Whilst unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish large and fair. 7 Jesus our Lord, their hearts shall know, The spring whence all these blessings flow;

Pastors and people shout his praise, Through the long round of endless days., HYMN 57.

FA

Prayer for Ministers.

NATHER of mercies! bow thine ear, Attentive to our earnest prayer, We plead for those who plead for thee, Successful pleaders may they be