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2 Lord, give me love divine,
And let my cup run o'er;
This is the richest mine,

And yields the choicest store;
It fills the heart with heav'nly cheer,
And stamps thine holy image there.

3 Oh, that most precious love,

Which saints and angels know!
It makes their heav'n above,

And makes our heav'n below!
It sparkles in the Saviour's face,
And clasps his heart with keen embrace.

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The Close of the Year. [Tune, Protection. THE Lord our salvation and light,

The guide and the strength of our days, Has brought us together to-night,

A new Ebenezer to raise ;

The year we have now passed thro'

His goodness with blessings has crown'd, Each morning his mercies were new, Then let our thanksgivings abound.

2 Encompass'd with dangers and snares, Temptations and fears and complaints, His ear he inclin'd to our pray❜rs,

His hand open'd wide to our wants; We never besought him in vain,

When burden'd with sorrow or sin

He help'd us again and again,

Or where before now had we been?

3 His gospel throughout the long year,
From Sabbath to Sabbath, he gave;
How oft has he met with us here,

And shewn himself mighty to save!
His candlestick has been remov'd,
From churches once privileg'd thus;
But, tho' we unworthy have prov'd,
It still is continued to us.

4 For so many mercies receiv'd,

Alas, what returns have we made!
His Spirit we often have griev'd,
And evil for good have repaid.
How well it becomes us to cry,
Oh! who is a God like to thee,
Who passest iniquities by,

And plungest them deep in the sea?

5 To Jesus, who sits on the throne,
Our best hallelujahs we bring;
To thee it is owing alone

That we are permitted to sing.
Assist us, we pray, to lament

The sins of the year that is past,
And grant thathe next may be spent
Far more to thy praise than the last!

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Before Sermon.

1 CONFIRM the hope thy word allows,
Behold us waiting to be fed ;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And satisfy thy poor with bread!

L. M.

2 Drawn by thine invitation, Lord,
Thirsty and hungry we are come;
Now, from the fulness of thy Word,
Feast us, and send us thankful home.

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The Same.

HUNGRY, and faint, and poor,

Behold us, Lord, again

Assembled at thy mercy's door,

Thy bounty to obtain.

Thy Word invites us nigh,
Or we must starve indeed;
For we no money have to buy,
No righteousness to plead.

The food our spirits want
Thy hand alone can give;

O hear the pray'r of faith, and grant
That we may eat and live!

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The promised Land.

1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 O the transporting rapturous scene
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!

S. M.

C. M.

3 All o'er those wide extended plains
Shine's one eternal day;

There God the Son for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds or pois'nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

6 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul
Would here no longer stay;
Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

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There is a Friend that sticketh closer than a

Brother.

1 THERE is a friend who sticketh fast,
And keeps his love from first to last,
And Jesus is his name.

An earthly brother drops his hold,
Is sometimes hot and sometimes cold;
But Jesus is the same.

2 He loves his people great and small,
And grasping hard embraceth all,
Nor with a soul will part.

No tribulations which they feel,
No foes on earth or fiends of hell,
Shall tear them from his heart.

S. 6.

8 His love before all time began,
And thro' all time it will remain,
And evermore endure;

Tho' rods and frowns are sometimes brought,
And man may change, he changeth not,
His love abideth sure.

4 A method strange this friend hath shewn,
Of making love divinely known,
To rebels doom'd to die!
Unask'd, he takes our humblest form,
And condescends to be a worm,
To lift us up on high!

5 The law demanded blood for blood,
And out he pours his vital flood,
Το pay the mortal debt!

He toils thro' life and pants thro' death,
And cries with his expiring breath,
" 'Tis finish'd and complete!"

6 Let all the ransom'd of the Lord
Exalt his love with one accord,
And hallelujah sing;

Adore the dying Friend of man,
And bless him highly as you can,
He is your God and King!

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Filial Submission.

1 O LORD, my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign

Life, health, and comforts, to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine!

C. M.