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o Here, Lord, I give myself away

'Tis all that I can do.

HYMN 10. C. M. Dorset. Canterbury. [*] Parting with Carnal Joys.

1M And bids the world farewell;

soul forsakes her vain delight,

Base as the dirt beneath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.

2 No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve,
Lies not within your pow'r.

o 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth,
That suits my large desire;

• To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire.

• 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refin'd;

Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.

g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere,
The glorious and the great,
Brings his own All-sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.)

o 6 Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd climb the heav'nly road;

o There sits my Saviour drest in love, And there my smiling God.

HYMN 11. L. M. Munich. Carthage. [b*]

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The same.

SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
-False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
p 2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair;
And whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
-3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss;
That drew me from those treach'rous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.

o 4 Now, to the shining realms above,
I stretch my hands and glance my eyes:
u O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

g 5 There, from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*]
Christ is the Substance of the Levitical Priesthood.
HE true MESSIAH now appears,

1

The types are all withdrawn:

o So fly the shadows and the stars,

Before the rising dawn.

b 2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kids, nor bullocks slain;
Incense and spice, of costly names
Would all be burnt in vain.

-3 Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest,-

e When God himself comes down to be The off'ring and the priest.

-4 He took our mortal flesh, to show The wonders of his love;

e For us he paid his life below, And prays for us above.

5 Father, he cries, forgive their sins, For I myself have died;

d And then-he shows his open'd veins,And pleads his wounded side.

HYMN 13. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*] The Creation, Preservation, Dissolution, and Restoration of this World.

1 NING to the Lord, who built the skies,

reard this stately frame:

Let all the nations sound his praise,

And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,
Made ev'ry drop and ev'ry dust;
Nature and time, with all their wheels,
And put them into motion first.

3 Now from his high imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres ;

o He bids the shining orbs roll on,

And round he turns the hasty years.
e 4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
'Till all his saints are gather'd in ;
o Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast-
To shake it all to dust again!

g 5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
o Saints you may lift your joyful eyes,
o There's a new heav'n and earth for you.

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HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*]
The Lord's Day: or, Delight in Ordinances
ELCOME-sweet day of rest-
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

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2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; e Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.

b 3 One day, amidst the place

Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days, Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,

o And sit and sing herself away, To everlasting bliss.

HYMN 15. L. M. Sicilian. Gloucester. [*] Enjoyment of Christ: or, Delight in Worship. AR from my tho'ts, vain world begone,

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FAR

my

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see,

I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire :
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heav'nly love.
-3 (The trees of life immortal stand
In beauteous rows at thy right hand;
b And in sweet murmurs, by their side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling face-
And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wire.)
b 5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare?
How sweet thy entertainments are!
-Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.
• 6 Hail, great Emmanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine :
-Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.
HYMN 16. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*]

Part the Second.

• 1 LORD, what a heav'n of saving grace,

Shines through the beauties of thy face

And lights our passion to a flame!

Lord, how we love thy charming name.
e 2 When I can say, my God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,-
o I tread the world beneath my feet,

And all the earth calls good or great.
b 3 While such a scene of sacred joys,
Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs ;
-Here we could sit and gaze away,
A long, an everlasting day.

o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,
To the fair coast of perfect light,
-Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear Object of our love.

o 5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heav'nly trees! -Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow

A drop of heav'n on worms below.

6 Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass thro' this barren land;

And in thy temple let us see

A glimpse of love—a glimpse of thee.]

HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*] God's Eternity.

• 1 RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,

Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,—

And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound,

To praise th' eternal God.

g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his throne;

Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
Jehovah liv'd alone.

-3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime;

e Eternity's his dwelling place,

And EVER is his time.

o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past

a He fills his own immortal NOW, And sees our ages waste.

-5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come;

p The creatures-look, how old they grow,And wait their fiery doom!

o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies;-
g My God shall live an endless day,
When old creation dies.

HYMN 18. L. M. Nantwich. [*]
The Ministry of Angels.

1H The King of glory spreads his seat,

IGH on a hill of dazzling light,

And troops of Angels stretch'd for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.

2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel go,
Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb;
Make haste ye cherubs down below,
Sing and proclaim the Saviour's come.
3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies,
And thick around Elisha stands;

Anon a heav'nly soldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.

4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wand'ring church below;
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convoy too.

5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord,
At thy command they go and come;

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