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C. AGAIN our earthly cares we leave,

And to thy courts repair ;
Again with joyful feet we come,

To meet our Saviour here.
Great Shepherd of thy people, hear !

Thy presence now display;
We kneel within the house of pray'r,

O! give us hearts to pray.
The clouds which veil thee from our sight,

In pity, Lord, remove ;
Dispose our minds to hear aright

The message of thy love.
Help us, with holy fear and joy,

To kneel before thy face;
And make us, creatures of thy power,

The children of thy grace.

JOB.

L. M. AGAIN our weekly labours end, And we the Sabbath call attend; Let us improve the sacred rest, And bless the day which God hath blest. This day let prayers and praises rise To God a grateful sacrifice ! Thy peace, O Lord, on us bestow ! Which none but they who feel it know ! That peace of God within the breast Is the rich foretaste of a rest, Which for the church of God remains; A rest from sin, and guilt, and pains. In holy duties let this day, Heaven's type and emblem, pass away: And may we thus each Sabbath spend, In hope of that which shall not end.

SABBATH. P. M. (4-10's.) AGAIN returns the day of holy rest, Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest; When, like his own, he bade our labours cease, And all be piety, and all be peace. Let us devote this consecrated day, To learn his will, and all we learn obey; In pure religion's hallow'd duties share, And bend in penitence, and join in prayer. So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive The noblest tribute man has power to give : So shall he hear, while fervently we raise Our choral harmony in hymns of praise. Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide ; In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. 5. WINDSOR.

C. M.
ALAS, and did my Saviour bleed ?

And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?
Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died,

For man, the creature's sin.
Thus might I hide my downcast face

While his dread cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt my eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,

'Tis all that I can do.

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ALL hail the power of Jesu's name!

Ye angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

Ye highest seraphs strike the lyre,

And low in homage fall
Before his face, who rules your quire,

And crown him Lord of all.

Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from his altar call : Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown him Lord of all.

Ye saints redeem'd of Adam's race,

From sin and Satan's thrall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,

And crown him Lord of all.

Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,

Around this earthly ball, To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

Oh, that with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall,
There join the everlasting song,

And crown him Lord of all,

ASHLEY.

c. M. ALMIGHTY Lord, with joy to thee

Our infant voices rise;
Accept, O God, our feeble praise,

And humble sacrifice.
CHORUS:-Glory, honour, praise and power,

Be unto the Lamb for ever :
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer;

Hallelujah! praise ye the Lord. We glorify, we bless thy name,

For all thy mercies given ;
But most for Jesus Christ, who died,
To raise our souls to heaven.

Glory, honour, &c. O bless the Lord, our gracious God,

Whose mercies thus we prove ; Who bids the infant tongue proclaim The wonders of his love.

Glory, honour, &c. WIMBORNE.

L. M. ANOTHER day has pass'd along, And we are nearer to the tomb; Nearer to join the heavenly song, Or hear our everlasting doom. These moments of departing day, When thought is calm, and labours cease, Are surely solemn times to pray, To ask for pardon and for peace. Thou God of mercy, swift to hear, More swift than man to tell his need, Be thou to us this evening near, And to thy throne our spirits lead. Teach us to pray—and having taught, Grant us the blessings that we crave ; Without thy teaching, prayer is nought, But with it, powerful to save.

EPHESUS.

L. M.
ANOTHER week its course has run,
Another sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul! enjoy the rest,
Improve the day that God has blest.
O may our thoughts and thanks arise,
As grateful incense to the skies,
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he who feels it, knows.
This holy calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the sons of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away;
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,

In hope of that which ne'er shall end. 10.

ST. BENE'T. P. M. (6-8's.)
AS every day, thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials or its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend ;
Teach me thy precepts all divine,
And be thy great example mine.
When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy, richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest :
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies !
And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thine heavenly 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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