NEW YEAR'S DAY,
The Circumcision of Christ.
1 ETERNAL Source of ev'ry joy!
O let Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear,
Thy goodness crowns the circling Year.
2 Seasons renew'd, and years and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
To Thee be grateful homage paid,
With op'ning light and ev'ning shade.
3 But mercies more than these we own,
Thy mercy in Redemption shewn;
Thy means of grace, whereby we rise
To hopes of glory in the skies.
4 O may we with harmonious tongue
In realms of bliss pursue the song!
There, in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.
1 WHEN all Thy mercies, O my GoD,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
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 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd,
From whom those blessings flow'd.
4 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.
5 When worn by sickness, oft hast Thou,
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
6 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts,
My daily thanks employ;
O grant me, LORD, a thankful heart,
To taste those gifts with joy.
7 Thro' ev'ry period of my life.
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide Thy works no more;
My ever grateful heart, O LORD,
Thy mercy shall adore.
9 Thro' all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.
1 MY helper GOD! I bless His name:
The same His pow'r, His grace the same;
The tokens of His friendly care
Open and crown, and close the year.
2 I, midst ten thousand dangers stand,
Supported by His pow'rful hand;
And see, when I survey my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far His arm hath led me on;
Thus far I make His mercy known;
And, while I tread this desart land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.
4 My grateful soul, on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear, in His bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.
THIS GOD is the GoD we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable friend;
Whose love is as large as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure, nor end.
JEHOVAH, the first and the last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home
We'll praise Him for all that is past,
We'll trust Him for all that's to come.
20 may we while here we abide,
Attentive be found to Thy will;
The station Thy wisdom assigns
Our portion of duty fulfil.
Since GoD is our all and in all,
Content or to stay, or remove,
'Tis heav'n to serve Thee below!
To love Thee is heav'n above!
Psalm xix-xxxiv-cxvi-lxxi.
Or Manifestation of CHRIST to the
PSALM XCVI. LXXII.
Eph. iii. 1. 6.
1 HAIL, Thou Source of ev'ry blessing,
Sov'reign Father of Mankind!
Gentiles now thy grace possessing,
In Thy courts admission find.
Grateful now we fall before Thee,
In Thy Church obtain a place,
Now by faith behold Thy glory,
Praise Thy truth, adore Thy grace.
2 Once far off, but now invited,
We approach Thy sacred throne,
In Thy Covenant united,
Reconcil'd, redeem'd, made one,
Now reveal'd to eastern sages,
See the star of mercy shine,
Myst'ry hid in former ages;
Myst'ry great of love divine.
3 Hail, Thou universal SAVIOUR!
Gentiles now their off'rings bring,
In Thy temple seek Thy favour,
JESUS CHRIST our LORD and KING:
May we, body, soul and spirit,
Live devoted to Thy praise,
Glorious realms of bliss inherit,
Grateful anthems ever raise.
1 ARISE, O Sun of righteousness,
The nations of the world to bless;
With healing in Thy beams arise,
Display Thy glories thro' the skies.
2 As rain on meadows newly mown,
So send, O LORD, Thy influence down;
Thy grace on fainting souls distils
Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills.
3 Let heathen lands that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at Thy first dawning light,
And desarts blossom at the sight.
4 The saints shall flourish in Thy days,
Drest in the robes of joy and praise,
Peace, like a river, from Thy throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
Isaiah 1x. 1, 2, 4. (P. M. 8, 7.)
'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul, be still, and gaze,
All the promises do travail
With a glorious day of grace:
Hallelujah Hallelujah!
Let Thy glorious morning dawn.
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