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3 This favor'd lot, my friends, is ours;
May we the privilege improve,
And find these consecrated hours,
Sweet earnests of the joys above.

HYMN 325.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

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Blendon, Leyden.

On opening a place of worship.

REAT God, we to thy honor raise
These walls to echo forth thy praise;
Do thou descending fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.

2 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of his train,
While power divine his word attends,
To conquer foes and cheer his friends.
S And in the great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
That crowds were born to glory here.

HYMN 326. 8, 7, 4.

Littleton, Jordan, Tamworth.

Dismission.

RIPPON.

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing

Fill our hearts with joy and peace;

Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
Oh, refresh us!

Trav'ling through this wilderness.

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2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence

With us evermore be found.

3 So, whene'er the signal's giv'n,
Ús from earth to call away;
Borne on angels' wings to heav'n,
Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay,
May we, ready,

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Rise and reign in endless day !

HYMN 327. L. M. HART.

Chatham, Portugal.

D'Help us to feed upon thy word;

ISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord

All that has been amiss forgive,

And let thy truth within us live.

2 Tho' we are guilty, thou art good-
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood;
Give ev'ry fetter'd soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

HYMN 328. 89.

Dismission, Lambeth.

HART.

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HIS God is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable friend
Whose love is as large as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure nor end;

"Tis Jesus, the first and the last,

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come.

HYMN 329.

S. M. ᎻᎪᎡᎢ.

Cambridge, Sicily.

10 We'll bless the Saviour's name,

NCE more, before we part,

Record his mercies, every heart;
Sing, every tongue, the same.
2 Receive his sacred word,
And feed thereon and grow;
Go on to seek, to know the Lord,
And practise what you know.

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Colchester, Barby, Braintree.
Num. vi. 25, 26.

TERNAL Sun of Righteousness,

ETERNAL Sun of

Now may the glory of thy face
Upon our darkness shine.

2 Light, in thy light, Oh, may we see-
Thy grace and mercy prove-
Reviv'd, and cheer'd, and blest by thee,
The God of pard’ning love.

3 Lift up thy countenance serene,
And let each happy child

Behold, without a cloud between,
His Father reconcil'd.

4 On us the blessing now bestow,
The joy of sins forgiv'n,

Sweet peace and holiness below,
And then the joys of heav'n.

HYMN 331.

6, 4. HILL'S COL.

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Bermondsey, Bridgeton.

GLORY to God on high,

Let heav'n and earth reply,
Praise ye his name!

Angels his love adore,

Who all our sorrows bore,*
And saints sing, evermore,
"Worthy the Lamb."

2 Ye, who surround the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name!

Ye, who have felt his blood,
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad;
"Worthy the Lamb."

3 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease
Praising his name!

Still will we tribute bring,
Hail him our gracious King,
And through all ages sing,
"Worthy the Lamb."

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THE SINNER AWAKENED.

HYMN 332. L. M.

A'

Kingsbridge, Armley.

STRONG.

LAS, alas, how blind I've been, How little of myself I've seen! Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide, Thoughtless of God, whom I defy'd. 2 Oft have I heard of heav'n, and hell, Where bliss and wo eternal dwell; But mock'd the threats of truth divine, And scorn'd the place where angels shine. 3 My heart has long refus'd the blood Of Jesus, the descending God; And guilty passion boldly broke The holy law which heav'n had spoke. 4 Th' alluring world control'd my choice When conscience spake, I hush'd its voice; Securely laugh'd along the road, Which hapless millions first had trod.

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5 But now, th' Almighty God comes near And fills my soul with awful fearPerhaps I sink to endless pain, Nor hear the voice of joy again.

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HYMN 333.

L. M.

Blendon, Armley, Warwick.

HYDE.

My spirit shall not always strive. Gen. vi. 3.

SA
NAY, sinner, hath a voice within,
Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul,

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