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The fields provide me food, and fhew
The goodness of the Lord
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy moft holy word.

Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Hére my best comfort lies;
defires are fatisfy'd

Here my

And hence my hopes arise.

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Lord, make me understand thy law;
Shew what my faults have been ;
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my fin.

Here would I learn how Chrift has dy'd

To fave my foul from hell:

Not all the books on earth befide
Such heav'nly wonders tell.
Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,

By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

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HYMN VIII.

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On the SABBATH.

ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows
On this thy day, in this thy house;
Accept, as grateful facrifice,

The fongs which from thy fervants rise.
Thine early Sabbaths, LORD, we love ;
But there's a nobler reft above:
To that our lab'ring fouls afpire
With ardent pangs of ftrong defire,
No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor fin nor hell fhall reach the place :
No groans to mingle with the fongs
Refounding from immortal tongues.
No rude alarms of raging foes:
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight fhade, no clouded Sun,
But facred, high, eternal noon.

O long expected day! begin;
Dawn on these realms of woe and fin
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And fleep in death, to reft with GOD.

HYMN IX.

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On the SACRAMENT.

MY GOD, and is thy table spread ?

And does thy cup with love o'erflow?

Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all thy sweetness know.
Hail facred feaft, which JESUS makes!
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood !
Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That facred ftream, that heav'nly food,
Why are its dainties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd?
Was not for you the victim flain?..
Are you forbid the children's bread ?
O let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests And may each foul falvation fee,

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That here its facred pledges taftes.
Let crouds approach with hearts prepar'd;
With hearts inflam'd let all attend :
Nor, when we leave our father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

Revive thy dying churches, LORD,
And bid our drooping graces live,
And more that energy afford,

A Saviour's blood alone can give.

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HYMN. X.

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On the fame.

ND are we now brought near to GOD,
Who once at diftance ftood?

And to effect this glorious change,
Did Jefus fhed his blood!

Oh

Oh for a song of ardent praise

To bear our fouls above!

What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love?

Draw us, O Lord, with quick'ning grace,
And bring us yet more near;
Here we may fee thy glories fhine,
And taste thy mercies here.

O may that love which spread thy board,
Difpofe us for the feaft;

May faith behold a smiling GOD

Thro' Jefu's bleeding breast.

Fir'd with the view, our fouls shall rife

In fuch a scene as this,

And view the happy moment near,

That fhall complete our bliss.

HYMN XI.

On CHRISTMAS-DAY,

IGH let us fwell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng;

For angels no fuch love have known
T'awake a chearful fong.

Good will to finful men is fhewn,
And peace on earth is given ;
For lo! the incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven.
Juftice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rifing beams adorn;

Let heav'n and earth in concert join,
Now fuch a child is born.

GLORY to GOD in highest strains,

In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,

And by our lives display'd.

When fhall we reach those blissful realms

Where CHRIST exalted reigns;

And learn of the celestial choir,

Their own immortal strains?

HYMN

HYMN XII.

On the NEW YEAR.

OD of my life, thy conftant care

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With bleffings crowns the op'ning year,

This guilty life doft thou prolong,
And wake anew mine annual fong.
How many precious fouls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since from this day the changing fun
Thro' his last yearly period run.
We yet furvive; but who can fay,
Or thro' the year, or month, or day,
"I will retain this vital breath;
"Thus far at least, in league with death."
That breath is thine, eternal GOD;
'Tis thine to fix my foul's abode':
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
To thee our spirits we refign;

Make them and own them still as thine;

So fhall they smile fecure from fear,
Tho' death fhould blast the rifing year.

Thy children, eager to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,.
And land them on that blooming fhore,
Where years and death are known no more.

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HYMN XIII.

On the PASSION.

ROM whence these dire portents around,
That earth and heav'n amaze?

Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the fun his rays?

Not thus did SIN AI's trembling head

With facred horror nod,

Beneath the dark pavilion spread
Of the defcending God!

Thou

Thou earth, thy laweft centre shake;
With JESU fympathize

Thou fun, as hell's deep gloom be black,
'Tis thy Creator dies!

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What tongue the tortures can declare
Of this vindictive hour?
Wrath he alone had will to fhare,
As he alone had pow'r !
See, streaming from the fatal tree,
His all-atoning blood!
Is this the infinite ?-'Tis He!
My SAVIOUR and my GOD !
For me these pangs his foul affail,
For me the death is borne!
My fin gave sharpness to the nail
And pointed ev'ry thorn.,
Let fin no more my foul enflave;
Break, Lord, the tyrant's chain;
Oh fave me, whom thou cam'ft to fave,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain !

HYMN XIV.

For EASTER.

ESUS Chrift is rifen to day; Hallelujah

JESUS

Our triumphant holyday;

Who did once upon the cross,

Suffer to redeem our lofs.

Hymns of praise then let us fing
Unto Chrift our heavenly king;
Who endur'd the cross, and gravè,
Sinners to redeem and fave.

But the pains which he endur'd,
Our falvation have procur'd;
Now above the sky he's king,

Where the angels ever fing: Hallelujah :

HYMN

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