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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?

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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!

Wymn.

Prayer for full Attendunce.

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 prepar'd; 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.

MISCELLANEOUS,

Wymn.

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

How alter'd is the scene ! The trees and sbrubs 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 doubt; 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
O make my languid graces thrive,

And blossom like the rose!

foes;

Hymn.
Summer.

1 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’uant 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.

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I SEE how the little toiling ant

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

The choicest stote 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.

Winter
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.

Lymn.

End of the Year.

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1 SING to the great JEHOVAH's praise!

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

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

Another various year:
We all with vows and anthems new

Before our God appear.,

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