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When on thy awful name we call,
And at thy feet fubmiffive fall,
O! condefcend to hear.

2 Far may thy glorious reign extend,
May rebels to thy fceptre bend,
And yield to fov'reign love:
May we take pleasure to fulfil
The facred dictates of thy will,
As angels do above.

3 From thy kind hand each temp'ral good, Our raiment and our daily food,

In rich abundance come:

Lord, give us still a fresh supply,
If thou withhold thy hand, we die,
And fill the filent tomb.

4 Pardon our fins, O God! that rife,
And call for vengeance from the skies;
And while we are forgiv'n,

Grant that revenge may never reft,
Nor malice harbour in that breast,
Which feels the love of heav'n.

5 Protect us in the dangerous hour,
And from the wily Tempter's pow'r
O fet our fpirits free;
And if temptation fhould affail,
May mighty peace o'er all prevail,

And lead our hearts to thee.

6 Thine is the pow'r, to thee belongs The conftant tribute of our fongs, All glory to thy name :

Let ev'ry creature join our lays,
In one refounding act of praise
Thy wonders to proclaim.

HYMN CCX. L, M. [GIBBONS.]
Prayer for the Brethren.

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N thee thou all fufficient God,
The Springs of happiness arife;
That cheer this howling wafte below,
And bless the manfions of the skies.
2 We the productions of thy pow'r,
And penfioners upon thy love;
Look to thy throne with longing eyes,
And wait thy bleffings from above.
3 Protect the young from ev'ry fnare;
And let thy ftaff fuppart the old;
Relieve the poor; nor let the rich,
Have all their heritage in gold.
4 Let joyful fouls ftill tafte thy grace;
Give to the mourners heav'nly joy;
Suftain the strong; and quick revive
The with'ring plants from their decay.

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HYMN CCXI. C. M. [RIPPON'S COLL]
The Humble Request.

FATHER, whate'er of earthly blifs,
Thy fov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rife.

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart From ev'ry murmur free :

The bleffings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

3 Let the fweet hope that thou art mine, My life and death attend ;

Thy prefence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

HYMN CCXII. C. M. RIPPON'S COLL.]
Prayer at Dedication.

GRE

REAT God, now condescend
To bless our 'rifing race;
Soon may their willing fpirits bend
To thy victorious grace.

2 O what a vast delight

Their happiness to fee;
Our warmeft wishes all unite,
To lead their fouls to thee.

3 Dear Lord thy fpirit pour, Upon our infant feed;

And bring the long'd for, happy hour,
That makes them thine indeed.

HYMN CCXIII. P. M.

The first Day of the Week.

RIPPON'S COLL.]

our fouls,

Shake off each flothful band,
The wonders of this day,
Our fabbath songs demand.
Aufpicious morn! thy blissful rays,
Bright feraphs hail in fongs of praife.

2 At his approaching dawn Reluctant death refign'd;

The glorious prince of life,
His dark domains confin'd:

Th' angelic host around him bends;
Amidft their fhouts, the God afcends.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Heav'n with hofannas rings;
While earth in humle ftrains
Thy praife refponfive fings:
Worthy art thou who once was flain
Thro' endless years to live and reign.

HYMN CCXIV. L. M. [STENNET.]

Before Sermon.

HERE two or three,with fweet accord Obedient to their fov'reign Lord, Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer folemn prayer and praise. 2 There fays the Saviour will I be, Amid this little company; To them unveil my smiling face; And fhed my glories round the place.

3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord,
Relying on thy faithful word;
Now fend thy fpirit from above:
And fill our hearts with heav'nly love.

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HYMN CCXV. L. M. [HART.]
After Sermon.

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ISMISS us with thy bleffing Lord,
Help us to feed upon thy word;
All that has been amifs forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.

2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good;
Wafh all our works in Jefus' blood;
Give ev'ry fetter'd foul release,
And let us all depart in peace.

HYMN CCXVI. C. M.

A Morning Hymn.
To thee, let my firit off'ring rife,
Whofe creates the day;
Swift as his glad'ning influence flies,
And spotlefs as his ray.

[RIPTON'S COLL.]

2 This day thy fav'ring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchfaf'd before ;
Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.

3 If blifs thy Providence impart,
For which refign'd I pray?
Give me to feel the grateful heart,
And without guilt be gay.

4. Affliction, fhould thy love intend,
As vice or folly's cure;
Patient to gain that gracious end,.
May I the means endure.

5 Be this and ev'ry future day,
Still wifer than the past;
And when I all my life furvey,
May grace fuftain at last.

HYMN CCXVII. C. M. [M]
Evening Hymn.

I NOW from the altar of our hearts,

Let flames of love arife ;:

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