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10 Come, thou condescending Jesus!
Fill our hearts with songs of praise,
Come, and with thy presence bless us,
Make us subjects of thy grace.

HYMN 34. L. M.

CODMAN.

Wells. [*]

Marriage.

1 With cheerful voices rise and sing,
The praises of our God and King!
For he alone can minds unite,
And bless with conjugal delight.
2 This wedded pair, O Lord! inspire,
With heavenly love that sacred fire;
From this blest moment may they prove
The bliss divine of marriage love.

3 O! may they both increasing find
Substantial pleasures of the mind;
Happy together may they be,
And both united, Lord! to thee.

4 So may they live as truly one;

And when their work on earth is done,
Rise, hand in hand, to heaven and share
The joys of love forever there!

HYMN 35. L. M. Wells.

PROUD.

Revival of Religion hoped for. 1 While I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, Methought I heard the Saviour say, Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 2 "Tho' for a time I hide my face, "Rely upon my love and power: "Still wrestle at the throne of grace, "And wait for a reviving hour.

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3 "Take down thy long neglected harp,
"I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
"The winter season has been sharp,
"But spring shall all its wastes repair."
4 Lord! I obey-my hopes revive;
Come, join with me, ye saints! and sing,
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph, bring.

WORCESTER'S SEL

HYMN 36. C. M. Peterboro'. [*]

Revival of Religion seen.

1 Hark! hear the sound, on earth 'tis foundMy soul delights to hear

Of dying love, that's from above,

Of pardon bought most dear.

2 Young converts sing, and praise their King,
And bless God's holy name;

Whilst older saints leave their complaints,
And joy to join the theme.

3 Convinc'd of sin, men now begin
To call upon the Lord;

Trembling they pray, and mourn the day
In which they scorn'd his word.

4 God's chariot rolls, and frights the souls
Of those, who hate the truth;

And saints in prayer, cry, Lord! draw near,
Have mercy on the youth.

5 Pour down a shower, of thy great power,
On every aching heart;

On all who try, and humbly cry,

That they may have a part.

6 Come, sinners, all! hear now God's call,

And pray with one accord;

Saints raise your songs-with joyful tongues,

To hail th' approaching Lord. WORCESTER'S SEL.

HYMN 37. 7s and 6s. Heber. [*]

Missionary Hymn.

1 From Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand;

From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from errour's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;

In vain with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown,
The Heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone,
3 Waft, waft, ye winds! his story,
And you, ye waters! roll,

Till, like a flood of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss return to reign.

4 Shall we whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till earth's remotest nation

Has learn'd Messiah's name. BISHOP HEBER.

HYMN 38. C. M. Mear. [*]

Zion's increase promised and pledged.

1 Father, is not thy promise pledg'd,
To thine exalted Son,

That through the nations of the earth,
Thy word of life shall run.

2 Ask. and I give the heathen lands

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world's remotest shores
empire shall advance.

ou not said the blinded Jews
heir Redeemer own;

While Gentiles to his standard crowd,
And now before his throne.

4 When shall the untutored Indian tribes,
A dark bewilder'd race,

Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
Andarn and feel his grace.

5 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues,
Under the expanse of heaven,

To the minion of thy Son,

With ut exception given?

6 From east to west, from north to south,
Then be his name ador'd;

Europe with all thy millions, shout
Hosannas to thy Lord.

7 Asia, and Africa! resound

From shore to shore his fame,

And thou, America! in songs,

Redeming love proclaim. GIBBONS.

HYMN 39. L. M. Pilesgrove. [*]

Millennium.

1 Look up, my soul! with glad surprise,
Towards the joyful coming day;
When Jesus shall descend the skies,
And form a bright, a glorious day.

2 Nations shall in a day be born,
And swift like doves to Jesus fly,
The saints shall know no clouds return,
Nor sorrows mingled with their joy.

3 The lion and the lamb shall feed
Together in his peaceful reign;
And Zion, blest with heavenly bread,
Of pinching wants no more complain.

4 The Jew, the Greek, the bond, the free,
Shall boast their sev'ral rights no more;
But join in sweetest harmony,

Their Lord, their Sov'reign to adore.

5 Thus, till a thousand years are past,
And Satan must be loos'd again;
Short is the time his reign shall last,
E'er he's confin'd in endless pain.

6 But the blest saints shall mount on high,
Where their deliv'ring Prince is gone;
Angels, at God's command, shall fly,
To bless them with a conqueror's crown.

HYMN 40. L. M. Armley. [b]

A penitent pleading for pardon.

1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord! forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God! thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3 O! wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here-on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord! should thy judgment grow severe,
I'am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

ANON

5 Should sudden vengeance sieze my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord!
Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

HYMN 41. C. M. Zion. [b]
Repentance.

1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet Sov'reign mercy calls-
Dear Lord! and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O! take the wanderer home.

WATTS.

"Return;"

3 And canst thou,-wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove?

And shall a pardon'd rebel live,

To speak thy wond'rous love.

4 Almighty grace! thy healing pow'r,
How glorious,-how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore,

So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love-so free-so sweet,Dear Saviour! I adore;

O! keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

STEELE.

HYMN 42. C. M. Reading. [b]
Self-examination.

1 'Tis first of all thyself to know,
To feel the plague of sin,
Expos'd to everlasting wo,

And nothing good within:

2 To know thy wretched, sinful state,
Averse to all that's good;

To feel thy guilt exceeding great,
Thy heart oppos'd to God:

3 To know thy law-condemned case,
And own thy sentence just;

Thy heart subdu'd by sov'reign grace,
And humbled in the dust:

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