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MY soul lies cleaving to the dust,
Lord, give me life divine :
From vain desires and ev'ry lust
Turn off these eyes of mine.
I need the influence of thy grace,
To speed me in the way ;
Lest I should loiter in the race,
Or turn my feet astray.
Are not thy mercies sov'reign still?
And thou a faithful God?
Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal,
To run the heavenly road?
Then I shall love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,
When I have felt its quick’ning pow'r
To draw me near the Lord.
NO more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.
Now, for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain I count my loss ;
My former pride I call my shame;
And nail my glory to the cross.
Yes, and till death I will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake,
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake !
The best obedience of my hands,
Dares not appear before thy throne ;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.
Heb. ix. 13, 14.
NOT all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay its hand,
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on th' accursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.
XXXV. st. MATTHEW's. D.C.M. Heb. xii. 18-25.
NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunders of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke ;-
But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,
And speak his love abroad.
There, glorious with the angel host,
A bright and countless band,
The happy spirits of the just
Around their Saviour stand.
power from Sinai's flame
The awful words of death were given ;
But brighter truths in Christ proclaim
Forgiveness, life, and heaven.
C. M. Gen. xxxi. 13.
O GOD of Jacob, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed ;
Who, through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our father's led;
Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy sacred throne :
God of our fathers, be our God,
And all our children own.
Through each perplexing path of life,
Be thou our constant guide ;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And all we need provide.
Protect us with thy constant care,
Till all our wand'rings cease ;
And at our Father's blest abode
Our souls arrive in peace.
XXXVII. WINDSOR CHAPEL. C. M. Psalm xix.
O HAPPY they who know the Lord,
With whom he deigns to dwell ;
He feeds and cheers them by his word,
His arm supports them well.
To them in each distressing hour
His throne of grace is near ;
And when they plead his love and pow'r,
He lends a list’ning ear.
His presence sweetens all their cares
And makes their burdens light :
A word from him dispels their fears,
And gilds the gloom of night.
Oft in his house his glory shines
Before their wond’ring eyes;
They wish not then for golden mines,
Or aught beneath the skies.
May we, O Lord, enjoy and prize
These tokens of thy love,
Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise
To worship thee above.
XXXVIII. WARRINGTON. L. M. Psalm xxxiv.
O LORD, my life, my end, my way!
Thee will I praise from day to day ;
From morn to eve the
And boast of thee, my only friend.
Come, then, your voice triumphant raise,
And sing with me your Maker's praise.
The Lord is good :-0 taste and prove
The blessings of his boundless love.
Hail, Saviour of the human race!
Hail, fountain of eternal grace !
Thrice happy, who on thee recline,
Nor own, nor ask a help but thine.
"Tis thine our souls from woes to free;
Nor shall revolving ages see
The man whose hope on thee is laid,
Neglected mourn thine absent aid.
XXXIX. ST. MARY's. C. M.
OUT of the deeps, O Lord, we call,
While guilty fears oppress :
Do thou with ear attentive weigh
The voice of our distress.
If thou, with unrelenting wrath,
A strict account demand,
O who, of all the sons of men,
Before that wrath shall stand ?
But, Lord, 'tis thine to spare and save,
With mercy souls to win;
Mercy, that binds the grateful heart,
And makes it fear to sin.
We trust in thee: in thee, O Lord,
Is full redemption found;
Thy mercy pardons every sin,
And closes every wound.
That mercy, Lord, to us extend :
For we at mercy's gate,
Taught by thy word,—thy word is truth-
For thy salvation wait.
Mercy, good Lord, mercy we ask;
This is the total sum :
For mercy, Lord, is all our suit;
O, let thy mercy come.
VIENNA. P. M. Psalm cxlviii.
PRAISE the Lord, ye heavens adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him,
Praise him, all ye stars and light.
Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken,
Worlds his mighty voice obey'd ;
Laws that never shall be broken,
For their guidance he has made.
Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ;
Never shall his promise fail ;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high his power proclaim;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify his name.
WARMINSTER. L. M. Psalm lxxxv.
SALVATION is for ever nigh
The souls that fear and trust the Lord;
And grace, descending from on high,
Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.
Mercy and truth on earth are met,
Since Christ the Lord came down from heav'n ;
By his obedience so complete,
Justice is pleas'd, and peace is giv'n.
Now truth and honour shall abound,
Religion dwell on earth again;
And heav'nly influence bless the ground,
In our Redeemer's gentle reign.