6 But ah, how blind, how weak we are!
How frail, how apt to turn aside !
Lord, we depend upon thy care,
We ask thy spirit for our guide.
7 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,

O Saviour, daily more like thee. Mrs.STEELE.

HYMN XV. Short Metre.

Triumph over Death.

1 AND must this body die?

This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay?

2 Corruption, earth and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.

3 Christ, my Redeemer, lives,
And, often from the skies,
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

4 Array'd in glorious grace,

Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape, and every face
Look heavenly and divine.

5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

6 O Lord, accept the praise

Of these our humble songs,

Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.

or b

WATTS

HYMN XVI. Common Metre.

For the New Year.

I AND now, my soul, another year
Of my short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,

And this may be my last.

2 Much of my dubious life is done,
Nor will return again;

And swift my passing moments run,
The few that yet remain.

3 Awake, my soul, with utmost care,
Thy true condition learn;

or b

What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?
And what thy chief concern?

4 With the new year, which now begins,
Begin thy race for heaven;
Repent of all thy former sins;
Reform, and be forgiven.

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,
To him thyself commend ;

With zeal pursue the heavenly road,
Nor doubt a happy end.

HYMN XVII.

Liverpool Collection.

All Sevens Metre.

The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1 ANGELS, roll the stone away,
Death, give up thy mighty prey;
See! He rises from the tomb,
Shining in immortal bloom.

2 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Your triumphant song of praise;
Let the heavens' remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise;
Mark his progress through the sky,
To the radiant world on high.
4 Heaven displays her crystal gate;
Enter in thy royal state;

King of glory, mount thy throne,
'Tis thy Father's and thy own.
5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Strike with awe your golden lyres ;
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be loud and strong.
6 To the listening nations tell,

Sin o'erthrown, and vanquish'd hell.
Where is death's once dreaded king!
Where, O monster, is thy sting?

HYMN XVIII. Long Metre.

The Sabbath.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done! Another Sabbath is begun!

SCOTT.

# or b

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day that God has bless'd.

2 Come, praise the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to weary minds;

Provides an antepast of heaven,

And gives this day the food of seven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies !

And draw from heaven that sweet repose'
Which none but he who feels it knows.
This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains..

5 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes, both old and new ;
With praise we think on mercies past,
With hope we future pleasures taste.
6 In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures pass a vay;
The Sabbath thus we love to spend,
In hope of one which ne'er shall end.

Six Line L. M.

STENNET.

or b

HYMN XIX. God's Name proclaimed to Moses. I ATTEND, my soul, the voice divine, And mark what beaming glories shine Around thy condescending God: To us, he in his word proclaims His awful, his endearing names; Attend, and sound them all abroad. 2 " Jehovah, I, the sovereign Lord, "The mighty God by heaven ador'd, "Down to the earth my footsteps bend; "My heart the tenderest pity knows, "Goodness full streaming wide o'erflows, "And grace and truth shall never end. 3 "My patience long can crimes endure, "My pard'ning love is ever sure,

"When penitential sorrow mourns": "To millions, through unnumber'd years, "New hope and new delight it bears,

"Yet wrath against the sinner burns." 4 Make haste, my soul, the vision meet, All prostrate at Jehovah's feet,

And drink the tuneful accents in.
Speak on my Lord, repeat the voice,
Diffuse these heart-expanding joys,

Till heaven complete the rapt'rous scene.
DODDRIDGE

HYMN XX.

Common Metre.

The new Creation.

* or b

1 ATTEND, whilst God's exalted Son
Doth his own glories shew;
"Behold I sit upon my throne,
"Creating all things new!

2 "Old things are wholly pass'd away,
"And the first Adam dies;
"My hands a new foundation lay;
"See the new world arise !

3 "I'll be a Sun of righteousness
"To the new heavens I make ;
"None but the new born heirs of grace
"My glories shall partake."
4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free
From my old state of sin;
O make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within.

5 Renew my eyes, and form my ears,
And mould my heart afresh ;
Give me new passions, joys and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

6 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin and earth and hell;

In the new world which grace hath made,
I would forever dwell.

HYMN XXI. Long Metre.

Glory in the Cross.

WATTS.

or b

1 AT thy command, our blessed Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast ;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thy own flesh feeds every guest.