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Our helper God, in whom we trust,
HYMN 88. C. M.
The Birth of Christ.
Adore th' eternal Word.
And chant the solemn lay ;
To hail th' auspicious day.
In all their glorious forms; When Jesus left his throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms.
To hail the joyful day;
Their grateful worship pay.
Redeemer, brother, Friend !
HYMN 89, P. M.
The Resurrection of Christ.
Sons of men and angels say ;
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won :
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell ;
Christ hath open'd Paradise,
“ Where, O death, is now thy sting!" Once he died our souls to save :
" Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?" 5 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
HYMN 90. P. M.
The God of truth and love :
the heart, lift up the voice,
He rules o'er earth and heay'n ;
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
WHEN the blest day of Pentecost
And take his servants up
HYMN 91. P. M.
The out-pouring of the Spirit. 1
Was fully come; the Holy Ghost Descended from above, Sent by the Father and the Son : The Sender and the Sent are one,
The Lord of life and love. 2 But were the first disciples blest With heav'nly gifts? And shall the rest
Be pass'd unheeded by ? What? Has the Holy Ghost forgot To quicken souls, that Christ has bought;
And let them lifeless lie ? 3 No, thou almighty Paraclete ! Thou shedd'st thy heav'nly influ'nce yet;
Thou visit'st sinners still :
HYMN 92. S. M.
A morning hymn.
Pursues his shining way;
With ev'ry brightning ray.
Her heav'nly Parent sing ; And to her great Original,
Her humbler tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care ;
My kind Preserver near !
This weak defenceless frame ;
All worthless as I am ?
The bounties of my God? This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing, painful load.
I bring my sacrifice;
With fragrance to the skies.
Devote, O Lord, to thee ; And in thy service wish to spend A long eternity.
HYMN 93. C. M.
A morning song. 1 0 NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him, that rules the skies.
The day renews the sound;
To turn the seasons round.
My tongue shall speak his praise : My sins would rouse his wrath to fame,
his wrath delays.
4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand;
But mercy held thine hand.
Since the last setting sun,
And yet my moments run.
Whilst I enjoy the light ;
HYMN 91. L. M.
An evening hymn.
With humble gratitude I raise ;
And fill my heart with lively praise ! 2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry gentle rolling hour,
And witness to thy love and pow'r. 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus: his dear name alone
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
With sleep refresh my feeble frame;