2 Yes, nature, all thy soft delights, And tender ties we know;

But love, more strong than death, unites
To Him that bids us go.

3 Thus, when our ev'ry passion mov'd,
The gushing tear-drop starts;
The cause of Jesus more belov'd,
Shall glow within our hearts.

4 The sighs we breathe for precious souls, Where He is yet unknown,

Might waft us to the distant poles,
Or to the burning zone.

5 With the warm wish our bosoms swell, Our glowing pow'rs expand ;

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Farewell, then we can say,-Farewell, Our friends, our native land!

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HYMN 501. L. M.

AREWELL! and what if next we
meet

In yonder world to which we haste,
And join to cast at Jesus' feet

Our crowns, while we his love shall taste.

2 Should sorrow therefore fill our mind?
No; let that hope our bosoms swell,
Then may we smiling look behind
And say to friends and home-Farewell.

COLLECTIONS.

HYMN 502. L. M.

Acts x. 38.

GIBBONS.

1W What were his works from day to day

WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,

But miracles of power and grace, That spread salvation thro' our race? 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue; Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done, Be witness'd by each rolling sun.

3 That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank;

Creation's blot, creation's blank.

4 But he, who inarks from day to day,
In generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

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HYMN 503. C. M.

Doddridge.

The good Samaritan. Luke x. 30—37. ATHER of mercies, send thy grace, All pow'rful from above,

FATH

To form in our obedient souls

The image of thy love.

20 may our sympathizing breast
That generous pleasure/know;
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' wo.

When the most helpless sons of grief,
In low distress are laid;
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
So Jesus look'd on dying men,
When thron'd above the skies;
And midst th' embraces of thy love,
He felt compassion rise.

On wings of love the Saviour flew
To raise us from the ground;
And gave the richest of his blood,
A balm for ev'ry wound.

HYMN 504. 8, 7.

FRANCIS.

WHILE the heralds of salvation

God's abounding grace proclaim;

Let his friends of ev'ry station,
Gladly join to spread his name.
May his kingdom be promoted-
May the world the Saviour know;
Be my all to him devoted-
To my Lord my all I owe.
Praise the Saviour, all ye nations-
Praise him, all ye hosts above;
Shout, with joyful acclamations,
His divine-victorious love. '

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TIMES AND SEASONS.

HYMN 505. C. M.
Morning.

WHEN we, with welcome slumber

press'd,

Had clos'd our weary eyes,

A pow'r unseen secur'd our rest,
And made us joyful rise.

2 Numbers this night have doubtless met
Their long eternal doom;
And lost the joys of morning light,
In death's tremendous gloom.

3 But life to us its light prolongs,-
Let warmest thanks arise;

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Great God, accept our morning songs,
Our willing sacrifice.

HYMN 506. C. M.

G

STEELE.

REAT God, preserved by thine arm,
I pass'd the shades of night;

Serene and safe from ev'ry harm,
And see returning light.

2 Oh, let the same Almighty care
My wakeful hours defend;
From ev'ry danger, ev'ry snare,
My heedless steps defend.

3 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

HYMN 507. C. M. J. STEWARD.

1 SHOUL

HOULD God forbid the sun to rise,
And endless darkness reign,

Justice would silence ev'ry mouth,
Nor let a thought complain.

2 Thus had the Sun of Righteousness
Never arose and shone,

The frowning heav'ns had flash'd with wrath,

For crimes which we have done.
3 Then had salvation ne'er appear'd,
Nor angels sung of peace;
The anthem never had begun,
Which now will never cease.

4 But, thanks to God, the nat❜ral sun
Does light and heat convey;

The Sun of Righteousness will shine,
An everlasting day.

1 MY lovely Jesus, while on earth,

Arose before 'twas day;