Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage,
That shines reveal'd on inspiration's page;
Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste,
Which all who lavish shall lament at last.

Here humbly let us hope our Maker's smile
Will crown, with meet success, our weekly toil;
And here, on each returning Sabbath join
In prayer, in penitence, and praise divine.

CHORUS

Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts

guide; In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

HAIL sacred feast, which JESUS makes,

Rich banquet of His flesh and blood! Thrice happy he, who here partakes

That sacred cup, that heav'nly food, Why are its dainties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd ? Was not for you the Victim slain?

Are you denied the children's bread ?

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0! let thy table honour'd be,

And cloth'd in wedding robes thy guests;
And
may

eaeh soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes!
Let crouds approach Thy table, LORD,

With hearts prepar'd let all attend,
Nor when we leave our Father's board,

The pleasure or the profit end.

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT..

INthe sun and moon and stars

Signs and wonders there shall be,
Earth shall quake with inward wars,

Nations with perplexity.

Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,

Tossed with stronger tempests, rise,
Wilder storms the mountains sweep,

Louder thunders rock the skies.

Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,

Racking doubt and restless fear;
And amid' the thunder cloud

Shall the Judge of men appear.
But though from that awful face

Heaven shall fade and earth shall flys,
Fear not ye, His chosen race,

Your redemption draweth nigh!

FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

THE LORD shall come, the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seats forsake; And, withering from the vault of night, The stars shall pale their feeble light. The Lord shall come! but not the same As once in lowly guise He came, A silent Lamb before His foes, A weary Man and full of woes. The LORD shall come, a dreadful form, With rainbow wreath and robes of storm, On cherub wings and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human kind. Can this be He, who, wont to stray, A pilgrim on the world's high-way, Oppressed by power, and mocked by pride! Is this, is this, the crucified ? Now pride and pow'r astonish'd fly The terrors of His alter'd

eye ; While Faith, ascending from the tomb, In triumph shouts “ The LORD is come."

CHRISTMAS-DAY.

HARK! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd.-
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem!

CHORUS.

Hark! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!

CHRIST, by highest heaven ador'd!
CHRIST, the everlasting LORD!
Long foretold behold him come,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb.
Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men t'

appear, JESUS, our Immanuel here.

CHORUS

Hark! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King !

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace !
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Mild He lays His glory by;
Born that man no more may

die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.

CIIORUS.

Hark! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!

INNOCENTS' DAY.

O WEEP not o'er thy children's tomb,

O Rachel weep not so !
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,

The flower in heaven shall blow.
Firstlings of faith! the murderer's knife

Fail'd of its deadly aim,
The God for whom they gave their life,

Has given His own for them.
Tho' evil were their days and few,

Baptiz'd in blood and pain,
He knows them, whom they never knew,

And they shall live again.