2 Thy Providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

3 When, in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran;

Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 When worn by sickness oft hast Thou
With health reviv'd my face:
And when in sins, and sorrows sunk,
Renew'd my soul with Grace.

5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,

Nor is the least a cheerful heart, -
That tastes those gifts with joy.

6 Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue:
And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.

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HYMN XVIII.-(Salisbury.

FROM THE COMMUNION SERVICE.

LORD, and God of Heav'nly pow'rs, Hal.

Mighty Maker, theirs and ours, Hal. Glorious King, let the earth proclaim Hal. Worms attempt to chaunt Thy name, Hal.

2 Bow, in mercy bow Thine ear, Hal.
Thou, the world's atonement hear, Hal.
Jesus, in Thy name we pray, Hal.
Take, O take our sins away, Hal.
3 Thee to laud in songs divine, Hal.
Angels and Archangels join, Hal.
We with them our voices raise, Hal.
Echoing Thine eternal praise, Hal.

4 Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Hal.
Live by Heav'n, and earth ador'd; Hal.
Full of Thee they ever cry Hal.
"Glory be to God on high." Hal.

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HYMN XIX.-(Spooner.)

JESUS invites His Saints

To feast around his board:

Here pardon'd sinners meet, and hold
Communion with their Lord.

Here we survey that Love,

Which spoke in ev'ry breath,

Which crown'd each action of His life,
And triumph'd in His death.

3 Here let our pow'rs unite

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His glorious Name to raise ;
Pleasure and joy fill ev'ry mind,
And ev'ry voice be praise.
While thus ye share the gifts
His gracious hands bestow,
Ye hearts, by Jesus' Love inspired,
With kind affections glow.

Let love inflame each breast,
And dictate ev'ry thought;
Be angry passions far remov'd;
All selfish views forgot.

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HYMN XX.-(Brodsworth.)
God be glory, peace on earth,
Good-will to mortals shown!
We praise, we bless, we glorify,
We worship Thee alone.

2 We thank Thee for Thy glorious grace,
That fills our souls with light;

Lord God! the King of Heav'n, the God
And Father of all might!

3 And Thou, begotten Son of God
Before all time begun!

O Christ! O God! the Lamb of God,
The Father's only Son!

4 Have mercy, Thou, that tak'st the sins
Of all the world away :
Have mercy, Saviour of mankind!
And hear us, when we pray.

5 O Thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand,
Upon the Father's throne,
Have mercy, mercy on us, Lord,
Who art the Holy One.

6 Thou with the Holy Ghost, O Christ,
Whom Heav'n and Earth adore,
High in the Father's glory art
Exalted evermore.

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HYMN XXI.-(Dashwood.)

MORNING.

WAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Redeem thy mis-spent moments past;
This present day account thy last;
Improve thy gifts with pious care;
For the Great Day thyself prepare.

3 Let all thy converse be sincere ;
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys

Thy secret thoughts, thy works, and ways,

4 All praise to Thee, whose arm has kept, Whose care refresh'd me, while I slept: When from the sleep of death I wake, May I of endless life partake!

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5 Lord! I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins like morning dew; Guard my first spring of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill./

6 Direct, controul, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say;

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That all my pow'rs with all their might
In Thy sole service may unite.

HYMN XXII.-(Cannon.)

EVENING.

LORY to Thee, my God, this night,

GFor all the blessings of the light:

Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee. I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

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3 Teach me to live, that I may
The grave as little as my bed:
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

4 O let my soul on Thee repose!

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake,

5 O may my soul for ever share
The bliss of Thy paternal care!
"T is heav'n on earth, 't is heav'n above
To see Thy face, and sing Thy love.

6 For death is life, and labour rest,
If with Thy gracious presence blest;
Come toil, or sleep, or death to me;
I'm still secure, if still with Thee.

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HYMN XXIII.-(Portuguese.)

MORNING.

Y God! how endless is Thy Love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new ;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil like morning dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours!
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs.
3 I yield my pow'rs to Thy command,
To Thee I consecrate my days:
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual acts of praise.

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HYMN XXIV.-(Sheldon.)

EVENING.

READ Sov'reign! let my ev'ning song,
Like holy incense, rise:

Assist the off'rings of my tongue

To reach the lofty skies.

2 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around:

But oh! what poor returns of love
Has my Creator found!

3 What have I done for Him, who died
To save my wretched soul ?
How are my follies multiplied
Fast as my minutes roll!

4 Griev'd at this guilty heart of mine,
Lord! to Thy Cross I flee :

And to Thy Grace myself resign,
To be renew'd by Thee.

5 Fresh-sprinkled with atoning blood,
I lay me down to rest,

As in the bosom of my God,
And by my Saviour blest,