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May I, like you, in God delight;
Have all day long my God in fight
Perform, like you, my Maker's will;
O! may I never more do ill.

Glory to thee, who safe haft kept,
And haft refresh'd me whilft I flept

Grant, Lord, when I from death fhall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my

fins as morning dew:

Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyfelf my spirit fill.

Direct, controul, fuggeft this day,
All I defign, or do, or fay,

That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy fole glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all bleffings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below:
Praise him above, angelic hoft;
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.

HYMN II.

For the EVENING.

Bishop
Henn

LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the bleffings of the light:

Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Under thy own almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills which I this day have done;
That with the world, myfelf, and thee,
I ere I fleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that fo I may
With joy behold the judgment-day.
Let my bleft guardian, while I fleep,
His watchful station near me keep;
My heart with love celeftial fill,
And guard from the approach of ill.

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'Tis heav'n on earth, 'tis heav'n above,
To fee thy face, and fing thy love.
Shou'd Death itself my fleep invade,...
Why fhou'd I be of Death afraid?
Protected by thy faving arm,
Tho' he may ftrike, he cannot harm.
For death is life, and labour reft,
If with thy gracious prefence bleft:
Then welcome fleep or death to me,
I'm ftill fecure, for ftill with Thee!
Praise God, from whom all bleffings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below:
Praise him above, angelic host:
Praise Father, Son, and holy Ghoft.

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HYMN III.

PSALM XIX.

HE fpacious firmament on high,
With all the blue etherial fky,

And spangled heav'ns, a fhining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
Th' unwearied fun from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r difplay,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an Almighty hand.

Bishop
Henn

Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning earth
Repeats the ftory of her birth:
Whilft all the ftars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though in folemn filence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though nor real voice nor found
Amid their radiant orbs be found;

In reafon's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever finging as they fhine,

The hand that made us is divine."

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HE Lord my pafture shall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye :
My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering fteps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow,
Amid the verdant landskip flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill:
Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful fhade.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray,
Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness fhall fmile,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And ftreams fhall murmur all around.

HYMN V.

The CHRISTIAN's Hope.

7HEN rifing from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear;

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I fee my Maker, face to face;

O how fhall I appear!

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If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be fought,

My heart with inward horror farinks,
And trembles at the thought:

When thou, O Lord, fhalt ftand difclos'd
In majesty fevere,

And fit in judgment on my foul;

O how fhall I appear!

But thou haft told the troubled mind,
Who does her fins lament;
The timely tribute of her tears

Shall endless woe prevent.

Then fee the forrow of my heart,
E'er yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans
To give these forrows weight.

For never fhall my foul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has dy'd,
To make her pardon fure.

HYMN VI.

On GRATITUDE.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rifing foul furveys;

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

O how shall words with equal warmth
'The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravifh'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.

Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

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

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

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Unnumber'd comforts on my faul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.

Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

When worn by sickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in fin and forrow funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.
Ten thousand thoufand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the leaft a chearful heart,
That taftes thofe gifts with joy.

Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death in diftant worlds
The glorious theme renew.

When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more;

My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy fhall adore.

Through all eternity to thee

A joyful fong I'll raise

;

For oh! Eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.

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HYMN VII.

The Excellency of the BIBLE.

REAT God, with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look :

But ftill thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace,
Shine brighter in thy book.

The stars that in their courses roll,
Have much inftruction giv'n;

But thy good word informs my foul
How I may foar to heav'n.

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