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HYMN II. Common Metre.

The Resurrection of Christ.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kinding ray,

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
3 Ten thousand offering lips shall join,
To hail this welcome morn,

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Which scatters blessings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

4 Jesus, the friend of human kind,
With strong compassion mov'd,
Came from the bosom of his God,
To save the souls he lov'd.

5 The powers of darkness leagu’d in vain,
To bind his soul in death;
He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

6 Not long the bands of death could keep
The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On one so much divine.

7 Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below;

Through him is pardoning love dispens❜d, And endless blessings flow.

8 Now to our Saviour and our King,
Glad homage let us give;

And be prepar'd like him to die,
That with him we may live.

Mrs. BARBAULD.

HYMN III. Long Metre.
Holy Resolution.

1 AH, wretched souls, who strive in vain! Slayes to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win.

2 I would resolve with all my heart,

With all my powers to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.
3 O be his service all my joy,
Around let my example shine;
Till others love the bless'd employ,
And join in labours so divine.
4 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determin'd choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
5 O may I never faint nor tire,

Nor wander from thy sacred ways;
Great God, accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.

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Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN IV. Common Metre.

Watchfulness and Prayer.

1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!

What snares beset my way!

To heaven then let me lift my eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

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2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears!

My weak resistance, ah how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid,

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 When strong temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside;

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.

6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee ;
And never let me go astray,
From happiness and thee.

Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN V Long Metre.

b

The Syro-Phenician Woman. Mat. xv. 26, 97.
1 ALL-conquering faith! how high it rose !
When heaven itself might seem t'oppose !
All gracious Lord! who didst appear
Most merciful when most severe !

2 Thus, at thy feet, our souls would fall,
And loudly thus for mercy call;
"Thou Son of David, pity show,
"And save us from th' infernal foe."
3 Though viler than the brutes we be,
Our longing eyes would wait on thee,
Who dost to dogs such grace afford,
To taste the crumbs beneath thy board.
4 But thou the humble soul wilt raise,
And all its sorrows turn to praise ;

Each self abasing broken heart,

Shall with thy children share a part.

DODDRIDGE.

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HYMN VI. Short Metre.

Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star.

I ALL hail, mysterious King!

Hail, David's ancient root !

Thou righteous branch, which thence did

To give the nations fruit.

2 Our weary souls shall rest

Beneath thy grateful shade;

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Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste,
By thy blest fruit convey'd.

3 Fair morning star, arise!

With living glories bright;
And pour on these awakening eyes
A flood of sacred light.

4 The horrid gloom is fled,

Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray;

Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead

To everlasting day.

HYMN VII.

DODDRIDGE, altered.

Common Metre.

A Pillar in the heavenly Temple.

1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail!

I bow to thy command,

And own that David's royal key
Well fits thy sovereign hand.

2 Open the treasures of thy love,
And shed thy gifts abroad;
Unveil to my rejoicing eyes
The temple of my God.

3 There as a pillar let me stand,
On an eternal base;

Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,
And polish'd by thy grace.

4 There, deep engraven let me bear,
The title of my God;

And mark the New Jerusalem,
As my secure abode.

5 In lasting characters inscribe
Thy own beloved name;
That endless ages there may read
The great Immanuel's claim.

HYMN VIII. Long Metre.

Uncharitable Judgment.

DODDRIDGE.

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1 ALL-knowing God, 'tis thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.

2 Who among men, high Lord of all,
Thy servants to his bar may call ?
Decide of heresy, and shake
A brother o'er the flaming lake?
3 Who, with another's eye, can read?
Or worship by another's creed?
Revering thy command alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.
4 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right,
Whilst faithful we obey our light;
And, censuring none, are zealous still
To follow, as to learn, thy will.

5 When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people, fashion'd in thy mould ?

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