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, 2 No longer will I ask your love, o 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth, • To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire. • 4 (Where pleasure rolls its living flood, Still springing from the throne of God, g 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, o 6 Had I the pinions of a dove, o There sits my Saviour drest in love, And there my smiling God. HYMN 11. L. M. Munich. Carthage. [b*] 0 זי The same. SEND the joys of earth away; o 4 Now, to the shining realms above, To bear me to the upper skies! g 5 There, from the bosom of my God, HYMN 12. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] 1 The types are all withdrawn: o So fly the shadows and the stars, Before the rising dawn.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, -3 Aaron must lay his robes away, 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, 3 Now from his high imperial throne, o He bids the shining orbs roll on, And round he turns the hasty years. g 5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies, 0 1 HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*] WE 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, 1 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, o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling face- 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. And all the earth calls good or great. o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, 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, Or Adam form'd, or angels made, -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, HYMN 18. L. M. Nantwich. [*] 1H The King of glory spreads his seat, IGH on a hill of dazzling light, And troops of Angels stretch'd for flight, 2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel go, Anon a heav'nly soldier flies, And breaks the chains from Peter's hands. 4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts, 5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord, |