HYMN CCLXIII. Short Metre.
The Lord's Day.

1 WELCOME, thou day of rest,
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 we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 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.

WATTS, varied.

HYMN CCLXIV. Common Metre.

The Victory and Dominion of Christ.

1 We sing our Saviour's wondrous death, He conquer'd when he fell;

""Tis finish'd!" said his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell.

2 ""Tis finish'd!" our Immanuel cries,

The mighty work is done;

Hence shall his sov'reign throne arise;
His kingdom is begun.

3. A person so divine was he,
Who yielded to be slain,

That he could give his life away,
And take his life again.

4 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown;

When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd, to reach the crown.

5 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord,
His saints from sinners to divide,
To punish or reward.

6 Live, glorious Lord, and reign above,
And ev'ry tongue shall sing

The riches of eternal love,
The conquest of our King.

WATTS, varied.

HYMN CCLXV. Common Metre.

Resignation in Death.

1 WHAT cannot resignation do?
It wonders can perform ;

That pow'rful charm, "Thy will be done,"
Can lay the loudest storm.

2 Haste, then, O resignation, haste!
'Tis thine to reconcile

The mind to death; at thy approach
The monster wears a smile.

3 What sight beneath the arch of heav'n
Has most of heav'n to boast?
The dying saint, resign'd, serene,
And giving up the ghost.

4 O for that summit of my wish,
Whilst yet I draw my breath,
That foretaste of eternal life,
A glorious smile in death!

YOUNG.

HYMN CCLXVI. Common Metre.
Gratitude for divine Mercies. Part I.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.

2 Thy providence my life sustain❜d,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in pray'r.
4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd;
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd. 5 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, It gently clear'd my way;

And through the pleasing scenes of vice
Where thousands go astray.

ADDISON.

HYMN CCLXVII. Common Metre.
Gratitude for divine Mercies. Part II.

WHEN pale with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

2 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
4 Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

5 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide the time no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

6 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise ;
For O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

ADDISON.

HYMN CCLXVIII. Common Metre.

The Spring.

1 WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray;

And fragrance breathes in ev'ry gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2 Hark, how the feather'd warblers sing! 'Tis nature's cheerful voice;

Soft musick hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.

3 How kind the influence of the skies!
The show'rs, with blessings fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.

4 Then let my wond'ring heart confess,
With gratitude and love,

The bounteous hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field and grove.

5 That bounteous hand my thoughts adore, Beyond expression kind,

Hath better, nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.

6 O God of nature and of grace,
Thy heav'nly gifts impart!
Then shall my meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.
7 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song,
And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

HYMN CCLXIX.

Mrs. STEELE.

Common Metre.

Strength from God.

1 WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where's our courage fled?
Has restless sin and hopeless fear
Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' Almighty hand
That form'd the earth and sea?
Or can the all-creating arm
Grow weary, or decay?
Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;