The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right; Receive the King of Glory in.

4" Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hello'erthrew, And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd.

WHITSUNDAY.

HYMN 74.

(C. M.)

COME, holy Ghost! Creator, come, Inspire these souls of thine;

Till every heart which thou hast made
Be fill'd with grace divine.

2 'Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heavenly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.

5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
And give us peace within,
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
Escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess,
And Son, from death reviv'd,
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both deriv'd.

HE'S come! let every knee be bent, All hearts new joy resume; Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, "The Comforter is come." 2 What greater gift, what greater love, Could God on man bestow? Angels for this rejoice above,

Let man rejoice below!

3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each sour
Thy sacred influence feel;
Do thou each sinful thought control,
And fix our wavering zeal!

4 Thou to the conscience dost convey Those checks which we should know

Thy motions point to us the way;
Thou giv'st us strength to go.

TRINITY SUNDAY.

Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead, Three in one! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend! (ΙΙ. 4.)

HYMN 79.

WE give immortal praise

To God the Father's love,

For all our comforts here,
And all our nopes above:
He sent his own
Eternal Son,
To die for sins

That man had done.
2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who sav'd us by his blood
From everlasting wo:
And now he lives,
And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit, praise
And endless worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.
4 Almighty God! to thee
Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one:
Where reason fails

With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.

FAST-DAY.

HYMN 80. (C. M.)

ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne mourning people bend!

Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone

Our prostrate hopes depend.

D

(III.3)

HYMN 81.
READ Jehovah! God of nations,
From thy temple in the skies,

Hear thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliv'rance rise.
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
3 Though our sins, our hearts confound

ing, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 4 Let that love veil our transgression, Let that blood our guilt efface: Save thy people from oppression, Save from spoil thy holy place. HYMN 82. (L. M.) Prayer and Hope of Victory. TOW may the God of grace and pow'r gra

Defend them in the needful hour, And send deliv'rance from on high 2 In his salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train'd for war, And some of chariots make their Our surest expectations are [boasts; From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts! 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear,

And hymns sof peace conclude our song

THANKSGIVING-DAY.

HYMN 83.

Thy dreadful pow'r display;

Yet mercy spares our guilty land,

And still we live to pray.

3 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine, For error, guilt and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name! 4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Convert us by thy grace; Then shall our hearts obey thy word, And see again thy face. 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, We will not sink in fear; Secure of all-sufficient aid,

When God, our God, is near.

Source whence all our blessings flow.
2 All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Fiocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
3 Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that genial warinth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich o'ertlowing stores;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solenan praise.
4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,

Part 2.

5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the rip'ning ear;
Though the sick'ning flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain
Th' early and the latter rain,
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
7 Life and grace, whate'er our wo,
Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Though of earthly hopes bereft,
Yet our hope of heaven is left;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

HYMN 84. (С. М.)
FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord,

was thine,

The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway:
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.

HYMN 85. (L. M.)
For Public Mercies and Deliverances.
God belong,

SALVATION doth to

His power and grace shall be our From him alone all mercies flow, [song; His arm alone subdues the foe!

2 Then praise this God, who bows his Propitious to his people's prayer; [ear And though deliv'rance he may stay, Yet answers still in his own day.

3 O may this goodness lead our land, Still sav'd by thine almighty hand,

To thee, our Saviour and our King;
4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful, private home,
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.

VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

HYMN 86.

BAPTISM

(III. 3.) SAVIOUR! who thy flock art feeding With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs thy bosom share; 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in thy gracious arınThere, we know thy word believingOnly there, secure from harm. 3 Never from thy pasture roving, Let them be the Lion's prey; Let thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them all life's dang'rous way:

4 Then, within thy fold eternal, Let them find a resting place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of thy grace. (S. M.)

HYMN 87.