HYMNS.

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HYMN 1.

AWAKE my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake and lift up thyself my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long unweari'd sing
High glory to th' eternal King.

3 Glory to thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew,

Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first spring of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, controul, suggest this day, All I design, or do, say:

That all my pow'rs with all their might
In thy sole glory may unite.

6 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost.

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HYMN 2.

Come let us with one accord

Lift up our voice, and praise the Lord;

Let us this morning bless his name,

And laud and magnify the same.

2 Let universal nature raise

A cheerful voice to give him praise;
Let all the world his glory sing,

Who is their Saviour, Lord, and King.

3 For by his word the heav'ns were made,
The earth's foundation also laid;
All things were done at his command,
Which through all ages firmly stand.

4 Wherefore let heav'n and earth agree
To sing his praise in unity;
And let us here with one accord
Sing hallelujah, praise the Lord;
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.

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HYMN 3.

ORD of the sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thine house;

Accept as grateful sacrifice

The songs which from thy servants rise.

2 Thy sacred sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our lab'ring souls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place,
No groans to mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long expected day! begin,

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

HYMN 4.

1 LET every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sov'reign Lord of all;

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall.

2 The Lord supports our infant days,
And guides our giddy youth;

Holy and just are all thy ways,
And all thy words are truth.

3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel,
Thou hear'st thy children cry;
And their best wishes to fulfil,
Thy grace is ever nigh.

4 Thy mercy never shall remove

From men of heart sincere :

Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.

5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
And spread thy fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise

The honours of their God.

HYMN 5.

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HIS is our solemn day of praise,
To thee our voices high we'll raise
Eternal God and King;

To thy blest courts we will repair,
Approach thy throne in fervent pray'r,
And heart-felt tributes bring.

2 Inflam'd with universal love,
Such as descended from above,
To thee our vows we'll pay;
O may no false unchristian pride,
Or narrow thoughts to her ally'd,
Invade us while we pray.

3 Prosper this day thy sacred word,
And grant that as a two-edg'd sword
It may our hearts explore;

Attended by thy pow'rful grace,
Let it each baneful spot erase,
And may we sin no more.

4 Then shall we hope when thou dost come To fix our everlasting doom,

To hear these joyful words, "Go join the heav'ly choir and sing Eternal praises to your King,

Jehovah, Lord of Lords.

HYMN 6.

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HE festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd dome,

Thy presence to adore;

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.

2 Ev'n now to our transported eyes
Fair Sion's tow'rs in prospect rise,
Within her gates we stand;
And, lost in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy sons unite
In friendship's firmest band.

3 Hither from Judah's utmost end,
The heav'n-protected tribes ascend,
Their off'rings hither bring;
Here, eager to attest their joy,

In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail 'th immortal King.