o He bids the shining orbs roll on, g 5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies, HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*] Welcome to this reviving breast, -2 The King himself comes near, b 3 One day, amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, My willing soul would stay o And sit, and sing herself away HYMN 15. L. M. Sicilian. Gloucester. [*] Enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in Worship. 1AR from my thoughts, vain world, begone Let my religious hours alone: Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love. -3 (The trees of life immortal stand, In beauteous rows, at thy right hand; b And, in sweet murmurs, by their side, Rivers of briss perpetual giide o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling faceAnd spread the table of thy grace; Bring down a taste of truth divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine.) Redeeming grace and dying love. HYMN 16. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*] Part the Second. 0 1 ORD, what a heaven of saving grace, shines through the beauties of thy faceAnd lights our passions to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming name! e 2 When I can say, my God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine,o I tread the world beneath my feet, And all the earth calls good or great. b 3 While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs ; -Here we could sit, and gaze away A long, an everlasting day. o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coast of perfect light; -Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear Object of our love. o 5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees! -Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heaven on worms below. 6 Send comforts down from thy right band, While we pass through this barren land; And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love-a glimpse of thee.] HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*] God's Eternity. 0 1 1RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound, To praise th' eternal God. g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread, Or Adam form'd, or angels made, -3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime; e Eternity's his dwelling place, And ever is his time. o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past a He fills his own immortal NOW, And sees our ages waste. -5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come; p The creatures-look, how old they grow,And wait their fiery doom! o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, HYMN 18. L. M. Nantwich. [*] H The King of glory spreads his seat, And troops of angels, stretch'd for flight, And breaks the chains from Peter's hands. 5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord? With cheerful haste, obey thy word, HYMN 19. C. M. Plymouth. Reading. [t e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. e 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, Strange! that a harp of thousand strings -4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,- o Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That rear'd us from the dust. d 5 [He spoke and straight our hearts and bruins In all their motions rose; Lec blood, said he, flow round the vein.! 6 While we have breath to use our tongue His spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more.] HYMN 20. C. M. Wantage. Bangor. [b] o 1 WHY is my heart so far from thee, Why are my thoughts no more, by day, 2 [Why should my foolish passions rove? As I have tasted in thy love, As I have found in thee?] -3 When my forgetful soul renews My heart presumes I cannot lose e 4 But, ere one fleeting hour is past, 5 Trifles of nature, or of art, Where will these wild affections roll, 7 [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain, -But my dear Lord returns again, o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise, e Divine compassion in his eyes, And pardon in his hands.] p 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, In chase of false delight! -Let me be fasten'd to thy cross, Rather than lose thy sight. 10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden. [*] A Song of Praise to God the Redeemer. 1L of great Diana and of Jove; But the sweet theme that moves my tongue, e 2 Behold a God descends and dies, e 3 How justice frown'd, and vengeance stood, |