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3 Thus is thy glorious pow'r ador'd

Among the wat’ry nations, Lord !
Yet men, who trace the dang’rous waves,
Forget the Mighty God whoʻlaves !

HYMN XX.
Which may be used at Sea or on Land.
ORD! for the just thou dost provide ;

thou art their fure defence ! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

their help Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should roam,

and breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home ;

yet thou, their God, art there. 3 Thy goodness sweetens ev'ry foil,

makes ev'ry country please; Thou on the snowy hills doft smile,

and smooth'st the rugged seas ! 4 When waves on waves, to heav'n uprear'd,

defy'd the pilot's art; When terror in each face appear’d,

and sorrow in each heart; 5 To thee I rais'd my humble pray'r,

to snatch me from the grave ! I found thine ear not flow to hear,

Nor short thine arm to save! 6 Thou gav'st the word--the winds did ceale,

the storins obey'd thy will, The raging sea was hush'd in peace,

and ev'ry wave was still ! 7 For this, my life, in ev'ry state,

a life of praise shall be ; And death, when death shall be my fate,

shall join my soul to thee.

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HYMN XXI.
Prayer and Hope of VICTORY.
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grace

and attend his people's humble cry; Defend them in the needful hour,

and send deliv'rance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope,

3. Some trust in horses train'd for war,

and some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are

1 from thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts ! 4 Then save us, Lord, from flavish fear,

and let our trust be firm' and strong, Till thy salvation fhall appear,

and hymns of peace conclude our fong.

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HYMN XXII.
For the use of the Sick.
HEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh,

Past mercies teach me where to fly;
Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid,

When fick ness grieves, and pains ingade. 2 To all the various helps of art

Kindly thy healing pow'r imparts
Bethesda's* bath refus'd to save

Unless an Angel blefs'd the wave.
3 All med'cines act by thy decree, 7

Receive commission all from thee;
And not a plant which spreads the plains,

But teams with health, when heay'n ordains. 4 Clay and Siloam's hi pool, we find, 3

At heav'n's command restor'd the blind;
And Jordan'st waters hence were seen

To wash a Syrian leper clean.
5 But grant me nobler favours ftill, i

Grant me to know and do thy will;
Purge ny foul soul from ev'ry stain,

And save me from eternal pain.
6 Can such a wretch for pardon fue?

My crimes, my crimes, arise in view,
Arrest my trembling tongue in pray'',

And pour the horrors of despair.
7 7 But thou, regard my contrite fighs,"

My tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes ;
To me thy boundless love extend,

My God, my Father, and my Friend.
8 These lovely Names 1 ne'er could plead,

Had not tliy Son, vouchsaf'd to bleed ;
His 'Blood procur'd for luman race

Admittance to the Throne of Grace. 9 When fin has shot its poison'd dart,

And conscious guilt corrodes the heart,

His blood is all sufficient found

To draw the shaft, and heal the wound. 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin ?

What venom gives such pain within ?
Thou great Physician of the soul,

Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. 11 O! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,

And bow submissive to thy will,
Sickness and death shall both agree
To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.

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HYMN XXIII.
On Recovery fruni Sickness."
HEN we are rais'd from deep distress,

our God deserves our song,
We take the pattern of our praise
from Hezekiah's*

tongue.
2 The gates of the devouring grave

are open'd wide in vain,
If he that holds the keys of death

command them fast again.
When he but speaks the healing word,
20 then no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,

and fly, as he commands.
4 If half the strings of life should break,

he can our frame restore,
And cast our fins behind his back,

and they are found no more.
5 To him I cry'd—"Thy servant save,

“thou ever good and just;
“ Thy pow'r can rescue froin the grave;
," thy pow'r is all my trust!"

yes
6. He heard, and sav'd my soul from death,

and dry'd my falling tears ;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
through my remaining years.

HYMN XXIV.

On the fame.
Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up,

thee I'Hextol with thankful voice; Restor’d by thine Almighty pow'r, with fear before thee I'll rejoice.

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2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress’d,

to thee I cry'd, and thou didst lave; Thou did'st support my sinking hopes,

my life did'it rescue from the grave. 3 Wherefore, ye Saints ! rejoice with me,

with me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind,

and all his faithfulness record. 4. His anger is but short; his love

which is our life, hath certain stay; Grief may continue for a night,

but joy returns with rising day! 's Then what I vow'd in my distress,

in happier hours I now will give, And strive, that in my grateful verse

his praises may forever live. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

the blest and undivided Three,
The one sole Giver of all life,
glory and praise for ever be.

HYMN XXV.
FUNERAL CONSOLATIONS.
EAR what thevoice from heav'n declares

to those in Christ who die!
“Releas'd from all their earthly cares,

they reign with him on high.”
2 Then, why lament departed friends,

or shake at death's alarms? Death's but the servant Jesus sends

to call us to his arms. 3 If sin be pardon'd we're secure,

death hath no sting beside ; The law gave sin its strength and pow'r;

but, Christ, our ransom, died ! 4 The graves of all his faints he bless'a, when in the

grave And rising thence, their hopes he rais'd

to everlasting day! 5 Then joyfully, while life we have,

to Christ, our life, we'll fing « Where is thy victory, O grave ?

" and where, O death, thy sting?"

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HYMN XXVI.
CHRIST's Commission to preach the GOSPEL.

St, Matth. Chap. x.
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Gofweetly the Gospel trumpet found ;

The glorious Jubilee proclaim,

where'er the human race is found. 2 The joyful news to all impart,

and teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up the broken heart,

and wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 3 Be wise as serpents where you go,

but harmless as the peaceful dove, And let your heav'n taught conduct show

that ye're commission'd from above. 4 Freely from me ye have receiv’d,

freely, in love, to others give;
Thus thail your doctrines be believ'd,
and, by your labours, finners live.

HYMN XXVII.
The fame COMMISSION, from St. Mark, xvi.15,&c

and from St. Matth. xxviii. 18, &c.
O preach my Gospel, faith the Lord,

“bid the whole earth my grace receive;
Explain to them my sacred Word,

“ bid them believe, obey, and live! 2. “I'll make my great commiffion known,

“ and ye shall prove my Gospel true, “By all the works that I have done,

“and all the wonders ye shall do. 3 “Go heal the sick, go raise the dead,

“go cast out devils in my Name; “ Nor let my Prophets be afraid,

“though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 4 “While thus ye follow my commands,

“ I'm with you till the world shall end; “ All pow'r is trusted in my hands;

“I can destroy, and can defend.” 5 He spake, and light shone round his head;

on a bright cloud to heav'n he rode! They to the farthest nations spread

the grace of their ascended God. :

THE END.