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5 The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
Now, O my God! let trouble cease;
Now let thy servant die in peace.
Logar.

445. L. M.

Seed-Time and Harvest.

1 THE rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice;
Both, bounteous Lord! thy pow'r display,
And laden with thy gifts rejoice.

2 Earth's wide extended, varying scenes,
All smiling round, thy bounty show;
From seas or clouds, full magazines,
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.

S Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy indulgent hand prepares;
And nourishes the future bread,
And answers all the sower's cares.

4 Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend,
And through the ridges gently flow,
Soft on the springing corn descend;
And thy kind blessing makes it grow.

5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year,
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
The barren wilds thy praise declare,
And echoing hills return the sound.

6 Here spreading flocks adorn the plain;
There plenty ev'ry charm displays;
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene,
And joyful nature shouts thy praise.

446. L. M.

Mrs. Steele.

The Institution of the Lord's Supper.
1 "Twas on that dark and mournful night
When pow'rs of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friend betray'd him to his foes.

Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake;
What love through all his actions ran;
What wondrous words of grace he spake !

3" This is my body, broke for sin,
Receive and eat the living food;
Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine,
"Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4" In mem❜ry of your dying Lord,
Do this," said he, " till time shall end;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Friend."

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We show thy death, we sing thy name
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage-supper of the Lamb.

Watt

447. L. M.

The Christian Farewell. 2 Cor. xiii.

1 THY presence, ever-living God!
Wide through all nature spreads abroad :
Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep,
In ev'ry place thy children keep.

2 While near each other we remain,
Thou dost our lives and pow'rs sustain ;
And when apart rejoice to share
Thy counsels, and thy gracious care,
3 To thee we now commit our ways,
And still implore thy heav'nly grace;
Still cause thy face on us to shine,
And guard and guide us still as thine.

4 Give us within thy house to raise
Again united songs of praise,
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.

448. L. M.

Doddridge.

God the Protector of Innocence.

1 THINE is the throne, beneath thy reign,
Great King of kings! the tribes profane
Behold their dream of conquest o'er,
And vanish, to be seen no more.

2 What eyes like thine, eternal Sire!
Thro' sin's dark mazes can inquire?
What hand like thine, to virtue's foes
Such awful judgments can oppose?

3 The meek observer of thy laws
To thee commits his injur'd cause:
In thee, each anxious fear resign'd
The fatherless a father find.

4 Thou, Lord! thy servant's wish canst read,
Ere from their lips the pray'r proceed :
"Tis thine, the drooping heart to cheer,
To wipe away the starting tear;

5 To vindicate the suff'rer's cause,
To rescue from oppression's jaws,
To curb the haughty tyrant's will,
And bid the sons of pride be still.

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The Saints Enjoyment of God.

1 THE great Jehovah reigns
Upon a throne sublime;
And from his own eternity
Sees the wide waste of time.

2 This great Jehovah's mine!
Each saint in rapture cries:
And to this everlasting rock
The joyful spirit flies.

3 From this immortal spring,
Immense salvation flows;

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And with the wonders of his love,
The grateful bosom glows.

4 His name shall be our song,
While life and breath are giv'n:
And his unceasing praise shall run
Through all the joys of heav'n.

450. C. M.

Unknown.

"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden; and I will give you rest."

1 THUS to believers, while below,
Has God his love express'd;
My presence still shall with you go,
And I will give you rest.

2 This as a comfort each shall know,
The sweetest and the best;
My presence shall with them abide,
And I will give them rest.

3 Though with affliction's swelling tide
You sorely are oppress'd;

My presence shall with you abide,
And I will give you rest.

4 When death with solemn call is near,
Still lean upon my breast;
My presence shall support you there,
And I will give you rest.

5 Then let his praise be our employ,
Till we're of heav'n possess d;
Till God imparts celestial joy,
And gives us endless rest.

Unknown.

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