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3 Beneath thy balmy wing,

O Sun of righteousness,
These happy souls shall sit and sing

The wonders of thy grace.
HYMN 438. 8, 7. Whitefield.

Love Divine. Tabernacle.
1 LOVE divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heav'n to earth come down' Fix in us thy humble dwelling;

All thy faithful mercies crown; -Jesus, thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art: Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving Spirit

Into ev'ry troubled breast:
Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd rest
Take away the love of sinning,

Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning,

Bring us to eternal day.
3 Carry on thy new creation,

Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation,

Perfectly secur'd by Thee;
Change from glory into glory,

Till in heav'n we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee
Lost in wonder, love and praise.

HYMN 439. 8, 7. Robinson.

Love Divine. Good Shepherd. Grateful recollection. 1 Sam. vii. 12. 1 COME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace ;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above :
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it,

Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise


Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger

Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger,

Interpos’d with precious blood. 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Lot that grace now, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it

Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart-0 take and seal it;

Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN 440.
C. M.

Braintree. Springfield. Clifford.

Isa. lv. 12, 13.
1. MESSIAH! at thy glad approach,

The howling winds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,

And breathe from every hill.
2 The hidden fountains at thy call,

Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert, sudden streams

Burst living from the rock.
3 The incense of the spring ascends

Upon the morning gale ;
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,

The lilies in the vale.
4 Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,

A robe of beauty wears ;
And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun

Leads on the promis'd years.
5 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace

The loud hosanna sing;
With hallelujahs, and with hymns

O Zion, hail thy King.
HYMN 441. L. M. Tappan.

Shoel. Chatham. Sterling. 1 HARK! from yon wilds is heard the strai

Of joy and praise ascending high;
The song of Zion cheers the plain,
The desert breathes the contrite's sigh.

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2 Now true Religion rears her throne,

Where superstition darkly trod; And where İlis altar was unknown,

Unnumber'd temples rise to God. 3 Raise your glad songs, ye choirs, on high ;

Salvation to the heathen flows;
Let anthems roll along the sky;
The desert blossoms like the rose.
HYMN 442.

L. M.
Moreton. Kent. Luther's Hymn.

John iv. 35.
1 LIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light,

Behold the fields already white !
The glorious harvest now is come;

See ransom’d sinners flocking, home. 2 Mov’d by the Spirit's softest wind,

Their hearts are all as one inclin'd;
Their former sins and follies mourn;

They bow, and to their God return. 3 Improve the harvest fleeing fast,

Ere yet the shining season's past, When all the work of life shall end, The last-the long dark night descend. HYMN 443. 8, 7, 4. Kelly.

Littleton. Jordan.

Zech. xiii. 1.
I SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,
Streams of living water flow :

God has open'd there a fountain ;
This supplies the plains below :

They are blessed,

Who its soy'reign virtues know. 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,

Streams of mercy find their way; Life, and health, and joy bestowing, Making all around look gay,

O, yo nations!

Hail the long expected day.
3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure,

All enriching as it goes:
Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose,

Ev'ry object

Sings for joy were'er it flows. 4 Troos of life the banks adorning,

Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning,
Pleasure comes and hopes abound:

Fair their portion !
Endless life with glory crown'd.
HYMN 444.

H. M.
Weymouth. Eagle Street.
1 HARK! hark! the notes of joy

Roll o'er the heav'nly plains,
And seraphs find employ

For their sublimest strains;
Some new delight in heav'n is known;
Loud sing the harps around the throne.

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