From dark temptation's power,
From Satan's wiles defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.
3 Thine, then, for ever be
Glory and power divine ;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine.

-Thus humbly taught to pray
By thy beloved Son,
Through Him, we come to Thee, and say,
All for His sake be done.

Hymn 111. 1 COME holy Spirit, heav?nly Dove,

u With all thy quick’ning pow'rs ; Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go,

To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies."
4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live,

At this poor dying rate;
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,

And thine to us so great ?

The King's his sand see and prayujah!

5 Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

With all thy quick’ning pow'rs; Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.

"Hymn 112. 1 W ELCOME sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes.

Praise ye the Lord. Hallelujah! 2 The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to day ; Here we may sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.

Praise ye the Lord. Hallelujah! 3 One day amidst the place,

Where our dear Lord hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days, Of pleasureable sin.

Praise ye the Lord. Hallelujah! 4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this ;:
And sit and sing herself away, 1933
To everlasting bliss., a
Praise ye the Lord Hallelujah !

* HYMN 113.
1 LONG have we heard the joyful sound

Of thy salvation, Lord !

Yet still how weak our faith is found,

How slow to learn thy word !
2 Oft we frequent thy holy place,

Yet hear almost in vain;
Such faint impressions of thy grace,

Our languid powers retain.
3 How cold and feeble is our love!

How negligent our fear ;
How low our hopes of joys above;

How few affections there!
4 Great God ! thy sovereign aid impart,

To give thy word success;
Write all its precepts on our heart,

And deep its truths impress.
5 Oh! speed our progress in the way

That leads to joys on high ;
Where knowledge grows without decay,

And love shall never die.

Hymn 114. 1 H EAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer,

In heaven thy dwelling-place, From children made the public care,

And taught to seek thy face. 2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day!

And grant us, we implore, Never to waste, in sinful play,

Thy holy sabbaths more.

3 Thanks that we hear: but oh! imparti

To each desires sincere,
That we may listen with the heart, ,

And learn as well as hear.
4 O Lord! do Thou our spirits take

Beneath thy gracious sway, Who canst the wisest wiser make,

And babes as wise as they.
5 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows,

A sun that ne'er declines;
And be thy mercy shower'd on those,
Who placed us, where it shines.

Hymn 115. 1 CREAT God! this sacred day of thine

u Demands the soul's collected powers :: Gladly may we to Thee resign wir

These solemn, consecrated hours; .
Now may our souls, adoring, own,
The grace, that calls us to thy throne.
2 Hence ye vain cares and trifles, fly!

Where God resides, disturb no more :
All-seeing God! thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore : Oh! may thy grace our bosoms move, And fix our thoughts on things above. 3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, in

And bid thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear and warm the heart ;

Then shall the day indeed be thine; Then shall our souls, adoring own, Tlie grace, that calls us to thy throne.

HYMN 116. 1 QLORIOUS things of Thee are spoken,

a Zion, City of our God ! He, whose word can ne'er be broken,

Form'd thee for his own abode : On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded,

'Thou art safe from all thy foes.
2 IIere the stream of living waters,

Springing from eternal love,
Flows to cheer thy sons and daughters,

Anil all dread of want remove:
None can faint, where such a river

Freely pours, their thirst t'assuage, Blessings which, like God, the Giver,

Never fail from age to age. 3 Saviour ! if in Zion's city

T'hou record our worthless name, Let the world deride or pity,

We may well endure the shame; Fading is the sinner's pleasure,

All his boasted pomp and shew : Solid joy and lasting treasure,

None but Zion's children know.