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Affift us, Lord to offer up
Our ev'ning facrifice.

2 Minutes and mercies multiply'd,
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More fwift and free than they.

3

New time, new favor, and new joys,
Do a new fong require:

Till we thall praife thee as we would,
Accept our hearts' defire.

4 Lord of our days, whofe hand hath fet New time upon our score;

Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time fhall be no more.

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C. M.

[STEELE.]

A birth day thought.

ALMIGHTY father, gracious Lord,

Kind guardian of my days,
Thy mercies let my heart record,
In fongs of grateful praife.

HYMN CCXVIII.

2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Was thy indulgent care,

Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
Or breathe the infant pray'r.

3 Each rolling year new favor brought,
From thy exhauflefs Rore:
But Oh! in vain my lab'ring thought
Would count thy mercies o'er.

4 Yes! I adore thee, gracious Lord, For favors all divine;

That I have known thy facred word
Where Jesus' glories fhire.

5

And when this mortal frame decays,
And ev'ry weakness dies;
Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.

P. M. [ROBINSON.]
New Year's Day.

! COME
OME, thou fount of ev'ry bleffing,
Tune my heart to fing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceafing,
Call for fongs of louded praife:
Teach me fome melodious fonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount; O fix me on it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

HYMN CCXIX.

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Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home: Jefus fought me when a ftranger Wand'ring from the fold of God; He to fave my foul from danger, Interpos'd with precious blood. 3 O! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, Lord, take and feal it, Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN CCXX. C. M.

[RIPRON'S COLL.)

A Wedding Hymn.

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INCE Jefus freely did appear
To grace a marriage fealt;
O Lord we ask thy prefence here,
To make a wedding guest.

2 Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands,
Their union with thy favor crown,
And blefs the nuptial bands.

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow,
Of all rich dow'ries beft!

Their fubflance blefs, and peace bestow,
To fweeten all the rett.

4 In pureft love their fouls unite,
That they with chriftian care,
May make domeftic burdens light,
By taking mutual fhare.

5 True helpers may they prove indeed
In prayer, and faith, and hope;
And fee with joy a godly feed
To build their houfhold up.

As Ifaac and Rebecca give
A pattern chalte and kind;
So may this married couple live,
And die in friendship join'd.

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7 On ev'ry foul affembled here,
O make thy face to fhine
Thy goodnefs more our hearts can cheer,
Than richeft food or wine.

HYMN CCXXI.

C. M.
The Mourner's Hymn.
PEACE! tis the Lord Jehovah's hand,

That blafts our joys in death ;
Changes the vifage once fo dear,
And gathers back the breath.
3 Tis he, the potentate fupreme,
Of all the worlds above
Whofe fteady counfels wifely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

[DODDRIDGE.]

3 Our cov❜nant God, and Father he, In Chrift our bleeding Lord;

Whofe grace can heal the bursting heart,
With one reviving word.

4 Fair garlands of immortal bliss,
He weaves for ev'ry brow;
And fhall rebellious paffions rife,
When he corrects us now.

5 Silent in our Jehovah's name;
We kifs the fcourging hand;
And yield our comforts and our life,
To thy fupreme command.

HYMN CCXXII. C. M. LEECH.]
For a time of General Sickness.
EATH with his dread commiffion feal'd,
Now haftens to his arms:

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In awful ftate he takes the field,
And founds his dire alarms.

2 Attendant plagues around him throng, And wait his dread command:

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And pains and dying groans, obey
The fignal of his hand.

3 Look up ye heirs of endlefs joy, Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is your reward,

When life on earth fhall fail.

4 Thofe arrows that fhall wound your flefh, Were giv'n him from above;

Dip't in the great Redeemer's blood,
And feather'd all with love,

[STEELE.]'

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HYMN CCXXIII.

L. M.

A funeral thought. LORD thou hast been thy children's God, All pow'rful, wife, and good, and juft; In ev'ry age their fafe abode, Their hope, their refuge, and their trust,

2 Before thy word gave nature birth,

Or fpread the ftarry heav'ns abroad;
Or form'd the varied face of earth,
From everlasting thou art God.
3 Great father of eternity,

How fhort our ages in thy fight!
A thousand years how fwift they fly,
Like one fhort, filent watch, of night!

4 Uncertain life, how foon it flies !

Dream of an hour, how fhort our bloom!
Like fpring's gay verdure now we rife,
Cut down at night to fill the tomb !
Teach us to count our fhort'ning days,
And with true diligence, apply

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