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No other post affords a place,

17 Think, if you slight this embassy, For equal honour or disgrace!

And will not warning take, 2 Who can describe the pain

When Jesus in the clouds you see,
Which faithful preachers feel,

What answer will you make?
Constrain'd to speak in vain,
To hearts as hard as steel !

Or who can tell the pleasures felt,

When stubborn hearts begin to melt Pauls Farewell Charge. Acts xx. 26, 27. 3 The Saviour's dying love,

1 When Paul was parted from his friends, The soul's amazing worth,

It was a weeping day,
Their utmost efforts move,

But Jesus made them all amends,
And draw their bowels forth:

And wip'd their tears away.
They pray, and strive, their rest departs, 2 Ere long they met again with joy,

Till Christ be form'd in sinners' hearts. (Secure no more to part) 4 If some small hope appear,

Where praises every tongue employ,
They still are not content;

And pleasure fills each heart.
But, with a jealous fear,

3 Thus all the preachers of his grace
They watch for the event:

Their children soon shall meet; Too oft they find their hopes deceiv'd,

Together see their Savionr's face, Then how their inmost souls are griev'd! And worship at his feet. 5 But when their pains succeed,

4 But they who heard the word in vain, And from the tender blade

Though oft and plainly warn’d,
The ripening ears proceed,

Will tremble when they meet again
Their toils are overpaid:

The ministers they scorn'd.
No harvest-joy can equal theirs,

5 On your own heads your blood will fall, To find the fruit of all their cares.

If any perish here; 6 On what has now been sown,

The preachers who have told you all,
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;

Shall stand approv'd and clear.
The power is thine alone,

6 Yet, Lord, to save themselves alone
To make it spring and grow:

Is not their utmost view; Do thou the gracious harvest raise,

Oh! hear their prayer, thy message own, And thou alone shalt have the praise.

And save their hearers too.

We are Ambassadors for Christ.

2 Cor. v. 20.
1 Thy message by the preacher seal,

And let thy power be known, That every sinner here may feel

The word is not his own. 2 Amongst the foremost of the throng,

Who dare thee to thy face, He in rebellion stood too long,

And fought against thy grace.
3 But grace prevaild, he mercy found,

And now by thee is sent,
To tell his fellow-rebels round,

And call them to repent. 4 In Jesus God is reconcil'd,

The worst may be forgiv'n;
Come and he 'll own you as a child,

And make you heirs of heaven. 5 O may the word of gospel-truth

Your chief desires engage!
And Jesus be your guide in youth,

Your joy in hoary age.
6 Perhaps the year that 's now begun

May prove to some their last : The sands of life may soon be run,

The day of grace be past.

How shall I put thee among the Children?

Jer. iii. 19.
1 Alas! by nature how depray'd,

How prone to ev'ry ill!
Our lives to Satan how enslav'd,

How obstinate our will !
2 And can such sinners be restor's,

Such rebels reconcil'd ?
Can grace itself the means afford,

To make a foe a child?
3 Yes, grace has found the wondrous means,

Which shall effectual prove,
To cleanse us from our countless sins,

And teach our hearts to love.
4 Jesus for sinners undertakes,

And died that we may live;
His blood a full atonement makes,

And cries aloud, “Forgive.”
5 Yet one thing more must grace provide,

To bring us home to God,
Or we shall slight the Lord who died,

And trample on his blood.
6 The Holy Spirit must reveal

The Saviour's work and worth ;
Then the hard heart begins to feel

A new and heavenly birth.

7 Thus bought with blood, and born again, 17 But if the tree indeed be dead, Redeem'd and sav'd by grace,

It feels no change, though spring return: Rebels in God's own house obtain

Its leafless, naked, barren head, A son's and daughter's place.

Proclaims it only fit to burn.

8 Dear Lord, afford our souls a spring, HYMN XXX.

Thou know'st our winter has been long;

Shine forth, and warm our hearts to sing, Winter.*

And thy rich grace shall be our song. I SEE how rude Winter's icy hand Has strip'd the trees, and seal'd the ground !

HYMN XXXII. But Spring shall soon his rage withstand,

Spring. And spread new beauties all around.

1 BLEAK winter is subdu'd at length, 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns,

And forc'd to yield the day; Barren and fruitless I remain;

The sun has wasted all his strength, When will the gentle spring return,

And driven him away. And bid my graces grow again?

2 And now long wish'd for spring is come, 3 Jesus, my glorious Sun, arise!

How alter'd is the scene! "Tis thine the frozen heart to move; The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom, Oh! hush these storms, and clear my skies, The earth arrayed in green. And let me feel thy vital love!

3 Where'er we tread, beneath our feet, 4 Dear Lord, regard my feeble cry,

The clust'ring flowers spring; I faint and droop till thou appear;

The artless birds, in concert sweet, Wilt thou permit thy plant to die?

Invite our hearts to sing. Must it be winter all the year?

4 But, ah! in vain I strive to join, 5 Be still, my soul, and wait his hour,

Oppress'd with sin and doubt;
With humble prayer and patient faith ; I feel'tis winter still within,
Till he reveals his gracious power,

Though all is spring without.
Repose on what his promise saith.

5 Oh! would my Saviour from on high 6 He, by whose all-commanding wordt Break through these clouds and shine';

Seasons their changing course maintain, No creature then more bless'd than I, In every change a pledge affords,

No song more loud than mine. That none shall seek his face in vain.

6 Till then no softly-warbling thrush,

Nor cowslip's sweet perfume,

Nor beauties of each painted bush,
Waiting for Spring.

Can dissipate my gloom.

7 To Adam, soon as he transgress'd, 1 Though cloudy skies and northern blasts

Thus Eden bloom'd in vain;
Retard the gentle spring a while,
The sun will conqueror prove at last,

Not paradise could give him rest,

Or soothe his heart-felt pain. And nature wear a vernal smile. 2 The promise, which from age to age,

8 Yet here an emblem I perceive

Of what the Lord can do;
Has brought the changing seasons round,
Again shall calm the winter's rage,

Dear Saviour, help me to believe,
Perfume the air, and paint the ground.

That I may flourish too. 3 The virtue of that first command,

9 Thy word can soon my hopes revive, I know still does and will prevail,

Can overcome my foes, That while the earth itself shall stand,

And make my languid graces thrive,

And blossom like the rose.
The spring and summer shall not fail.
4 Such changes are for us decreed :

Believers have their winters too;
But spring shall certainly succeed,

1 PLEASING spring again is here! And all their former life renew.

Trees and fields in bloom appear! 5 Winter and spring have each their use, Hark! the birds, with artless lays,

And each, in turn, his people know; Warble their Creator's praise !
One kills the weeds their hearts produce, Where, in winter, all was snow,

The other makes their graces grow. Now the flowers in clusters grow: 6 Though like dead trees a while they seem,

And the corn in green array,
Yet, having life within their root,

Promises a harvest-day.
The welcome spring's reviving beam 2 What a change has taken place!
Draws forth their blossoms, leaves, and fruit. Emblem of the spring of grace;

How the soul, in winter, mourns, • Book III. Hymn xxxi.

Gen. viii. 22. Till the Lord, the Sun, returns; VOL. II.




Till the Spirits gentle rain

Oft his sky is overcast, Bids the heart revive again;

Ere the day of life be past. Then the stone is turn'd to flesh,

5 Tried believers too can say, And each grace springs forth afresh.

In the course of one short day, 3 Lord, afford a spring to me!

Though the morning has been fair, Let me feel like what I see;

Prov'd a golden hour of prayer, Ah! my winter has been long,

Sin and Satan, long ere night, Chill'd my hopes, and stopp'd my song! Have their comforts put to flight: Winter threaten’d to destroy

Ah! what heart-felt peace and joy Faith, and love, and every joy;

Unexpected storms destroy. If thy life was in the root,

6 Dearest Saviour! call us soon Still I could not yield thee fruit.

To thine high eternal noon; 4 Speak, and by thy gracious voice

Never there shall tempest rise, Make my drooping soul rejoice;

To conceal thee from our eyes; O, beloved Saviour! haste,

Satan shall no more deceive, Tell me all the storms are past;

We no more thy Spirit grieve. On thy garden deign to smile,

But through cloudless, endless days,
Raise the plants, enrich the soil;

Sound, to golden harps, thy praise.
Soon thy presence will restore
Life to what seem'd dead before.

HYMN XXXV. 5 Lord, I long to be at home,

Hay-time. Where these changes never come!

1 The grass and flowers which clothe the Where the saints no winter fear,

And look so green and gay, [field, Where 'tis spring throughout the year,

Touch'd by the scythe, defenceless yield, How unlike this state below!

And fall, and fade away.
There the flowers unwithering blow;
There no chilling blasts annoy,

2 Fit emblem of our mortal state! All is love, and bloom, and joy.

Thus, in the scripture-glass,
The young, the strong, the wise, the great,

May see themselves but grass.*

3 Ah! trust not to your fleeting breath, Summer Storms.*

Nor call your time your own; 1 Though the morn may be serene,

Around you see the scythe of death Not a threat’ning cloud be seen,

Is mowing thousands down. Who can undertake to say, 'Twill be pleasant all the day?

4 And you, who hitherto are spar'd, Tempests suddenly may rise,

Must shortly yield your lives;

Your wisdom is, to be prepar'd
Darkness overspread the skies,

Before the stroke arrives.
Lightnings flash, and thunders roar,
Ere a short-liv'd day be o'er.

5 The grass, when dead, revives no more; 2 Often thus the child of grace

You die to live again; Enters on his christian race;

But oh! if death should prove the door, Guilt and fear are overborne,

To everlasting pain ! 'Tis with him a summer's morn:

6 Lord, help us to obey thy call, While his new-felt joys abound,

That, from our sins set free, All things seem to smile around;

When, like the grass, our bodies fall, And he hopes it will be fair,

Our souls may spring to thee. All the day, and all the year. 3 Should we warn him of a change,

HYMN XXXVI. He would think the caution strange;

Harvest. He no change or trouble fears,

1 See the corn again in ear! Till the gathering storm appears ;t

How the fields and vallies smile! Till dark clouds his sun conceal,

Harvest now is drawing near, Till temptation's power he feel;

To repay the farmer's toil: Then he trembles and looks pale,

Gracious Lord secure the crop, All his hopes and courage fail.

Satisfy the poor with food; 4 But the wonder-working Lord

In thy mercy is our hope, Soothes the tempest by his word;

We have sinn'd, but thou art good. Stills the thunder, stops the rain, 2 While I view the plenteous grain And his sun breaks forth again:

As it ripens on the stalk, Soon the cloud again returns,

May I not instruction gain, Now he joys, and now he mourns ; Helpful to my daily walk ?

* Book III. Hymn lxviii.

| Book I. Hymn xliv.

Isaiah al. 7.

All this plenty of the field

Thec, Saviour, by that name I call, Was produc'd from foreign seeds,

The great, supreme, the mighty God. For the earth itself would yield

2 Without beginning or decline, Only crops of useless weeds.

Object of faith and not of sense; 3 Though, when newly sown, it lay

Eternal ages saw him shine, Ilid a while beneath the ground,

He shines eternal ages hence. (Some might think it thrown away,) 3 As much, when in the manger laid, Yet a large increase is found:

Almighty ruler of the sky, Though conceald, it was not lost,

As when the six days' work he made Though it died, it lives again;

Fill'd all the morning-stars with joy. Eastern storms and nipping frosts

4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, Have oppos'd its growth in vain.

Salvation is his dearest claim, 4 Let the praise be all the Lord's,

That gracious sound well-pleas'd he hears, As the benefit is ours:

And owns Emmanuel for his name. He in season still affords

5 A cheerful confidence I feel, Kindly heat and gentle showers: By his care the produce thrives,

My well-plac'd hopes with joy I see;

My bosom glows with heavenly zeal, Waving o'er the furrow'd lands, And, when harvest-tirne arrives,

To worship him who died for me. Ready for the reaper stands.

6 As man, he pities my complaint, 5 Thus in barren hearts he sows,

His power and truth are all divine; Precious seeds of heavenly joy ;*

He will not fail, he cannot faint, Sin and hell in vain oppose,

Salvation's sure, and must be mine. C. None can grace's crop destroy: Threaten'd oft, yet still it blooms,

HYMN XXXIX. After many changes past,

Man honoured above Angels. Death, the reaper, when he comes,

1 Now let us join with hearts and tongues, Finds it fully ripe at last.

And emulate the angels' songs;

Yea, sinners may address their King

In songs that angels cannot sing.
2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain,

But we can add a higher strain,*

Not only say

“He suffer'd thus," Praise for the Incarnation.

But that “He suffer'd all for us.” 1 SWEETER sounds than music knows, 3 When angels by transgression fell,

Charm me in Emmanuel's name; Justice consign'd them all to hell; All her hopes my spirit owes

But mercy form'd a wonderous plan, To his birth, and cross, and shame. To save and honour fallen man. 2 When he came the angels sung,

4 Jesus, who pass'd the angels by, t “Glory be to God on high!"

Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die; Lord, unloose my stamm'ring tongue,

And still he makes it his abode, Who should louder sing than I?

As man, he fills the throne of God. 3 Did the Lord a man become

5 Our next of kin, our brother now, That he might the law fulfil,

Is he to whom the angels bow; Bleed and suffer in my room,

They join with us to praise his nanie, And canst thou, my tongue, be still ? But we the nearest interest claim. 4 No, I must my praises bring,

6 But ah! how faint our praises rise ! Though they worthless are and weak; Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies, For, should I refuse to sing,

That we, who share his richest love, Sure the very stones would speak.

So cold and unconcern'd should prove. 5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,

7 O glorious hour, it comes with speed, Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, When we, from sin and darkness freed, Ev'ry precious name in one,

Shall see the God who died for man, I will love thee without end.

And praise him more than angels can. I


Jehovah-Jesus. 1 My song shall bless the Lord of all,

My praise shall climb to his abode;


Saturday Evening.
1 SAFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
* Rev. v.

† Heb. ii. 16.
1 Book III. Hymn lxxxviii.

* Hosea xiv. 7; Mark iv. 26-29.

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Let us now a blessing seek

His Spirit we often have griev'd, On the approaching Sabbath day,

And evil for good have repaid : Day of all the week the best,

How well it becomes us to cry, Emblem of eternal rest!

“O, who is a God like to thee 2 Mercies multiplied each hour

Who passeth iniquities by, Through the week our praise demand;

And plungest them deep in the sea !" Guarded by almighty power,

5 To Jesus, who sits on the throne, Fed and guided by his hand,

Our best hallelujahs we bring;
Though ungrateful we have been, To thee it is owing alone
Only made returns of sin.

That we are permitted to sing: 3 While we pray for pard’ning grace,

Assist us, we pray, to lament Through the dear Redeemer's name,

The sins of the year that is past, Show thy reconciled face,

And grant that the next may be spent Shine away our sin and shame;

Far more to thy praise than the last. From our worldly care set free, May we rest this night with thee!

HYMN XLII. 4 When the morn shall bid us rise, May we feel thy presence near!

1 LET hearts and tongues unite, May thy glory meet our eyes When we in thy house appear!

And loud thanksgivings raise ;

'Tis duty, mingled with delight, There afford us, Lord, a taste

To sing the Saviour's praise. Of our everlasting feast.

2 To him we owe our breath, 5 May thy gospel's joyful sound

He took us from the womb,
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,

Which else had shut us up in death, Bring relief for all complaints :

And prov'd an early tomb. Thus may all our Sabbaths prove

When on the breast we hung Till we join the church above!

Our help was in the Lord; 'Twas he first taught our infant tongue

To form the lisping word. THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR.

4 When in our blood we lay,

He would not let us die,

Because his love had fixed a day

To bring salvation nigh.
Ebenezer. *

5 In childhood and in youth, 1 The Lord, our salvation and light,

His eye was on us still; The guide and the strength of our days,

Though strangers to his love and truth, Has brought us together to-night,


prone to cross his will. A new Ebenezer to raise:

6 And since his name we knew, The year we have now passed through,

How gracious has he been;
His goodness with blessings has crown'd;
Each morning his mercies were new;

What dangers has he led us through,

What mercies have we seen! Then let our thanksgivings abound.

7 2 Encompass'd with dangers and snares,

Now through another year, Temptations, and fears, and complaints,

Supported by his care: His ear he inclin'd to our prayers,

We raise our Ebenezer here, His hand opend wide to our wants;

“The Lord has help'd thus far.” We never besought him in vain;

8 Our lot in future years When burden'd with sorrow or sin,

Unable to foresee, He help'd us again and again,

He kindly, to prevent our fears, Or where before now had we been ?

Says, “Leave it all to me." 3 His gospel, throughout the long year,

9 Yea, Lord, we wish to cast From Sabbath to Sabbath he gave;

Our cares upon thy breast; How oft has he met with us here,

Help us to praise thee for the past, And shown himself mighty to save ?

And trust thee for the rest.
His candlestick has been remov'd
From churches once privileg'd thus;

But though we unworthy have provid,

It still is continued to us. 4 For so many mercies receiv'd,

HYMN XLIII. Alas! what returns have we made ? On opening a Place for social Prayer.

1 0 LORD, our languid souls inspire, 1 Sam. vii.

For here we trust thou art:

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