Miscellaneous Hymns.

HYMN LI. L. M.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice!
2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all day long unwearied sing
Glory to their eternal King!

3 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
HYMN LII. Lord's Day. L. M.
HIS is the day the Lord hath bless'd,
The day to us in mercy giv❜n,

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The holy Sabbath of his rest,

The pledge and type of rest in heav'n.
2 This day, within Thy courts, O Lord,
Thy people love to seek Thy face,
To sing Thy praises, hear Thy Word,
Unfold their wants, implore Thy grace.
3 May we the blest assembly join,
To God devote the sacred day,

Our earthly cares and thoughts resign,
Look up to heav'n, and learn the way!
4 May we by ev'ry Sabbath grow
In grace, humility, and love;
Thus, by Thy holy rest below,
Made fitter for Thy rest above!

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HYMN LIII. Lord's Day. P. M.

CHILDREN of God, awake,

And hail this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

Your grateful homage pay!

Come, bless the day that God hath bless'd,

The type of heaven's eternal rest!

On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose ;

He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes;
And now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all His love.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heav'n with hosannas rings;
And earth, with humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings-
"Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
Through endless years to love and reign!”

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HYMN LIV. Lord's Day. P. M.

GAIN the day returns of holy rest, [blest; Which, when He made the world, Jehovah When, like his own, He bade our labours cease, And all be piety, and all be peace.

2 Let us devote this consecrated day
To learn His will, and all we learn obey;
In pure religion's hallow'd duties share,
Unite in penitence, and bend in prayer.

3 So shall the God of Mercy, pleas'd, receive The only tribute man has power to give; So shall He hear, while fervently we raise Our choral harmony in songs of praise. 4 Father of Heav'n! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts [guide, In life our guardian, and in death our friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end!

HYMN LV. c.M.

1 AGAIN our earthly cares we leave,

to Thy courts repair;

Again with joyful feet we come,
To meet our Saviour there.

2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear!
Thy presence now display!

We stand within Thy house of prayer,
O give us hearts to pray!

3 The clouds which veil Thee from our sight,
In pity, Lord, remove;
Dispose our minds to hear aright
The message of Thy love!

4 Help us, with holy fear and joy,
To kneel before Thy face;
And may the children of Thy power
Be children of Thy grace!

HYMN LVI. C. M.

1 ORD, when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour,

Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And shun what we deplore!

2 Our contrite feelings pitying see, True penitence impart;

And let a bright'ning ray from Thee
Beam peace upon the heart!

3 When we disclose our wants in prayer,
May we our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosoms share
That is not wholly Thine!
4 Let faith each meek petition fill,
And waft it to the skies;

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And teach us, that 'tis Wisdom still
That grants it, or denies!

HYMN LVII. P. M.

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The King of Glory praise;
O'er heav'n and earth He reigns,
Through everlasting days:
But Sion, with his presence blest,
Is his delight, his chosen rest.

O King of Glory, come,
And with Thy favour crown
This temple as Thy home,
This people as Thine own!

Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show
How God can dwell with man below!

Now let Thine ear attend

Our supplicating cries;

Now let our praise ascend

Accepted to the skies;

Now let Thy Gospel's joyful sound

Spread its celestial influence round!

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Here may the list'ning throng
Imbibe Thy truth and love;
Here Christians join the song
Of Seraphim above;

Till all who humbly seek Thy face
Rejoice in Thine abounding grace.

HYMN LVIII. C. M.

ONG have we heard the joyful sound
Of Thy salvation, Lord;

Yet still how weak our faith is found,
How slow to learn Thy word!

2 Oft we frequent this holy place,
Yet hear almost in vain ;

Such faint impressions of Thy grace
Our languid powers retain.

3 How cold and feeble is our love;
How negligent our fear;

How low our hopes of joys above;
How few affections there!

4 Great God! Thy sov'reign aid impart,
To give thy word success;
Write all its precepts on our heart,
And deep its truths impress!

5 0 speed our progress on the way
That leads to joys on high;

Where knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die!