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3 He left His radiant throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!

Was ever love like this?

4. Dear LORD! while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to Thee,
May ev'ry heart with rapture say,

• The SAVIOUR died for me.'

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme

Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,
Till strangers love Thy charming Name,

And join the sacred song!

Hymn.

Prayer for full Attendance.

1 MY GOD! and is Thy table spread?

And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all Thy sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred feast! which JESUS makes ;

Rich banquet of His flesh and blood:
Thrice happy he who here partakes

That precious stream, that heav'nly food I 3 Let crowds approach with holy zeal,

By faith and penitence prepard;
Then as our lips the pledges feel,

Salvation by our souls be shar'd!

4 Drawn by Thy quick’ning grace, O LORD!

The thronging numbers shall have room, And gather from their FATHER's board

The bread, that lives beyond the tomb. 5 Nor let Thy spreading glory rest,

Till through the world Thy truth has run; Till with this bread all men are blest,

Who see the day, or feel the sun.

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MISCELLANEOUS,

Hymn.

Spring. 1 BEHOLD! long wish’d-for spring is come,

How alter'd is the scene ! The trees and shrubs are dress d in bloom,

The earth array'd in green.
2 Where'er we tread, the clust'ring flowers

Beauteous around us spring;
The birds, with joint harmonious pow'rs,

Invite our hearts to sing.
3 But ah! in vain I strive to join, 1

Oppress'd with sin and doubts I feel 'tis winter still within,

Though all is spring without.

4 O! would my SAVIOUR, from on high,

Break through these clouds and shine, No creature then more blest than I,

No song more loud than mine. 5 LORD, let Thy Word my hopes revive,

And overcome my foes ;
O make my languid graces thrive,

And blossom like the rose!

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i To praise the bounteous LORD of all,

My soul! wake all thy pow'rs:
He calls, and at His voice come forth

The smiling harvest hours. 2 His cov’nant with the earth He keeps;

My tongue His goodness sing:
Summer and winter know their time,

And harvest crowns the spring.'
3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold

The waving yellow crop;
With joy they bear the sheaves away,

And sow again in hope. 4 Thus' teach me, gracious GOD! to sow

The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with Thy beams

The ripening harvest bless.
5 Then, in the last great harvest, I''

Shall reap' a glorious crop;
The harvest shall by far exceed

What I have sown in hope.

Wymn.
Harvest.

i SEE how the little toiling ant

Improves the harvest hours !
While summer lasts, through all her cells

The choicest store she pours.
2 While life remains, our harvest lasts ;

But youth of life's the prime:
Best is thy season for our work,

And this th' accepted time.
3 To-day attend,' is wisdom's voice;

To-morrow,' folly cries :
And still to-morrow'tis, when, oh!

To-day the sinner dies. 4 When conscience speaks, it's voice regard,

And seize the fleeting hour;
Humbly implore the promis'd grace,

And God will give the pow'r.

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Hymn.

Winler,
1 STERN winter throws his icy chains

Encircling nature round:
How bleak, how comfortless the plains,

Late with gay verdure crown'd! 2 The sun withdraws his vital beams,

And light and warmth depart; And drooping, lifeless nature seems

An emblem of my heart.

3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,

In night's dark mantle clad, Confin'd in cold inactive chains,

How desolate and sad!

4 Return, O blissful sun, and bring

The soul-reviving ray;
This mental winter shall be spring,

This darkness cheerful day.

5 O happy state, divine abode,

Where spring eternal reigns,
And perfect day, the smile of GOD, .

Fills all the heav'nly plains ! 6 Great Source of Light! Thy beams display,

My drooping joys restore,
And guide me to the seats of day,

Where winter frowns no more.

Hymn.

End of the Year.

1 SING to the great Jehovah's praise!

All praise to Him belongs,
Who kindly lengthens out our days,

Deniands our choicest songs : 2 Whose providence has brought us through

Another various year:
We all with vows and

d anthems new
Before our God appeare,

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