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Axbridge. HYMN 471. C. M.

ET Zion's watchmen all awake

And take th' alarm they give,
Now let them from the mouth of God,
Their awful charge receive.

2 'Tis not a cause of small import,
The pastor's care demands:

But what might fill an angel's heart,
And fill'd a Saviour's hands.

3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord
Did heav'nly bliss forego!
For souls, which must for ever live,
In raptures, or in wo.

4 And to the great tribunal haste,
Th' account to render there;

And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults, Lord, where should we appear!

5 May they that Jesus whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see,

And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.

Alfreton.] HYMN 472. L. M.

me shame, reproach, disgrace,

Arm me with all thine armour now; Set like a flint my steady face,

Harden to adamant my brow.

2 Bold may I wax, exceeding bold,

My high commission to perform,
Nor shrink thy harshest truths t' unfold,
But more than meet the gath❜ring storm.

3 Adverse to earth's rebellious throng,
Still may I turn my fearless face,
Stand as an iron pillar strong,
And steadfast as a wall of brass.

4 Give me thy might, thou God of pow'r, Then let or men, or fiends assail, Strong in thy strength, I'll stand a tow'r, Impregnable to earth or hell.

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Wexford.] HYMN 473. 6 lines 8's.
SIVE me the faith which can remove
And sink the mountain to a plain;
Give me the childlike praying love,
Which longs to build thy house again :
Thy love let it my heart o'erpow'r,
And all my simple soul devour.

2 I want an even, strong desire,

I want a calmly-fervent zeal,
To save poor souls out of the fire,

To snatch them from the verge of hell,
And turn them to a pard'ning God,
And quench the brands in Jesu's blood.
3 I would the precious time redeem,
And longer live for this alone,
To spend, and to be spent for them,
Who have not yet my Saviour known;
Fully on these my mission prove,
And only breathe, to breathe thy love.
4 My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
Into thy blessed hands receive;
And let me live to preach thy word;
And let me to thy glory live;
My every sacred moment spend
In publishing the sinner's Friend.

5 Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart, With boundless charity divine ! So shall I all my strength exert,

And love them with a zeal like thine; And lead them to thy open side,

The sheep for whom their Shepherd died.

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ON THE SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL.

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Rochdale.] HYMN 474. 48's & 2 6's.

JESUS, thou soul of all our joys,

For whom we now lift up our voice,
And all our strength exert ;

Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim;
Compose into a thankful frame,

And tune thy people's heart.

2 While in the heavenly work we join,
Thy glory be our whole design,
THY glory, not our own :-
Still let us keep our end in view,
And still the pleasing task pursue,
To please our God alone.

3 The secret pride, the subtle sin,
O let it never more steal in,
T'offend thy glorious eyes!
To desecrate our hallow'd strain,
And make our solemn service vain,
And mar our sacrifice.

4 To magnify thy awful name,

To spread the honours of the Lamb,
Let us our voices raise;

Our souls' and bodies' powers unite,
Regardless of our own delight,
And dead to human praise.

5 Still let us on our guard be found,
And watch against the power of sound,
With sacred jealousy:

Lest, haply, sense should damp our zeal,
And music's charms bewitch and steal
Our heart away from thee.

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ON THE SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL.

6 That hurrying strife far off remove,
That noisy burst of selfish love,
Which swells the formal song;
The joy from out our hearts arise,
And speak and sparkle in our eyes,
And vibrate on our tongue.

7 Thee let us praise, our common Lord,
And sweetly join with one accord
Thy goodness to proclaim:
Jesus, thyself in us reveal,
And all our faculties shall feel
Thy harmonizing name.

8 With calmly-reverential joy,
O let us all our lives employ
In setting forth thy love!

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And raise in death our triumph higher,
And sing, with all the heavenly choir,
That endless song above.

Delacourt.] HYMN 475. C. M.

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NCE more we come before our God;
Once more his blessings ask:

O may not duty seem a load!

Nor worship prove a task.

2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send,
From heav'n in Jesu's name,
To make our waiting minds attend,
And put our souls in frame.

3 May we receive the word we hear,
Each in an honest heart;

And keep the precious treasure there,
And never with it part.

4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose,
To each thy blessings suit,

And let the seed thy servant sows
Produce abundant fruit.

Alfreton.] HYMN 476. L. M.

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FIRST PART.

NATHER of all, whose powerful voice
Call'd forth this universal frame!

Whose mercies over all rejoice,

Through endless ages still the same; Thou by thy word upholdest all;

Thy bounteous love to all is show'd:
Thou hear'st thy every creature's call,
And fillest every mouth with good.

2 In heaven thou reign'st enthron'd in light,
Nature's expanse before thee spread;
Earth, air, and sea, before thy sight,
And hell's deep gloom, are open laid!
Wisdom and might, and love are thine,
Prostrate before thy face we fall,
Confess thine attributes divine,

And hail thee sovereign Lord of all.
3 Thee, sovereign Lord, let all confess,
That move in earth, or air, or sky:
Revere thy power, thy goodness bless,
Tremble before thy piercing eye;
All ye who owe to him your birth,
In praise your every hour employ :
Jehovah reigns! be glad, O earth;
And shout, ye morning-stars, for joy!

SECOND PART.

SON of thy Sire's eternal love,
Take to thyself thy mighty power;
Let all earth's sons thy mercy prove,
Let all thy wondrous grace adore;
The triumphs of thy love display;
In every heart reign thou alone,
Till all thy foes confess thy sway,
And glory end what grace begun.

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