The Compiler's sole object, in publishing this work, has been to supply Unitarian congregations, consisting principally of members in the humbler walks of life, with a copious variety of Hymns, at cost price;* and should it meet with their approbation, he will consider himself amply rewarded. Trowbridge, Feb. 1, 1830. Congregations may therefore be supplied with copies of this Hymn Book printed on an inferior paper, by ap, plying (if by letter, post paid) to the Editor. Hilperton Road, Trowbridge; or to Mr. WEALD, Town Hall, Southwark. Price 1s. 6d. in sheets, in quantities not less than 14, and 2s. in boards, in quantities not less than 10. HYMNS & PSALMS. 1. c. M. Lord's-day morning. 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light 20 what a night was that which wrapt 3 This day be grateful homage paid, 4 Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join Which scatters blessings from its wings B 2. L. M. The Sabbath welcomed. 1 How welcome thy returning beams, Thou fairest morn of all the sev'n! Those wake to toil and earthly schemes; Thou to repose and thoughts of heav'n ! 2 The six days' noise and rage are o'er, Appeas'd the tumult and the strife; Now may the spirit freely soar, No longer chain'd to cares of life. 3 Come, let us join the goodly throng, 4 He hath reveal'd a blest abode, 6 Then we may trust our Father's love, That when we've pass'd these days of care; Train'd for his blissful courts above, An endless sabbath we shall share. 1 2 3 4 5 3. s. M. Delight in the worship of God. COME, we who love the Lord, Join in a song with sweet accord, The sorrows of the mind Th' eternal God is our's, He will send down his heav'nly pow'rs There shall we see his face, There from the rivers of his grace Drink endless pleasures in. The sons of God have found Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, 6 Then let our songs abound, We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high, 2 3 4. s. M. Invitations to the House of God. O ye afflicted, come! The God of peace shall meet you there, He makes that house his home. Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now! In sweet accord your voices raise; In kindred homage bow. Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt his love! Soon shall your trembling tongues be Your lips forget to move. 4 Ye young, before his throne 5 Come, bow; your voices raise : [dumb, What! shall your hearts His praise disown Who gives the pow'r to praise? Thou, whose benignant Eye In mercy looks on all, Who see'st the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call ; 6 Up to thy dwelling place Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, |