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The Compiler of the following Selection of Hymns cannot permit it to go forth to the world without expressing his thanks to the Editors of previous similar works, for their kind permission to extract from them so freely, and particularly to those friends who have favored him with original compositions.
Of the alterations which occur, the major part are copied from former Selections; a few have been adopted at the suggestions of friends; and for the remainder the Editor is alone responsible, particularly in Nos. 114, The Compiler's sole object, in publishing this work, has been to supply Unitarian congregations, consisting principally of members in the humbler walks of life, with a copious variety of Hymns, at cost price;* and should it meet with their approbation, he will consider himself amply rewarded.
Trowbridge, Feb. 1, 1830.
Congregations may therefore be supplied with copies of this Hymn Book printed on an inferior paper, by applying (if by letter, post paid) to the Editor, Hilperton Road, Trowbridge; or to Mr. WEALD, Town Hall, Southwark. Price Is. 6d, in sheets, in quantities not less than 14, and 2s. in boards, in quantities not less than 10.
HYMNS & PSALMS.
1. C. M.
Awakes the kindling ray,
And pours increasing day.
The heathen world in gloom!
Triumphant from the tomb !
And loud hosannas sung ;
And praise on ev'ry tongue.
To hail this welcome morn,
To nations yet unborn.
2. L. M.
The Sabbath welcomed. i How welcome thy returning beams,
Thou fairest morn of all the sev’ır! Those wake to toil and earthly schemes;
Thou to repose and thoughts of heav'n! 2 The six days' noise and rage are o'er,
Appeas'd the tumult and the strife;
No longer chain'd to cares of life. 3 Come, let us join the goodly throng,
And pay to God our early vow;
And at his footstool humbly bow. 4 He hath reveal'd a blest abode,
In gospel lines divinely fair ;
That we may not be strangers there. 5 Nor with the sabbath's parting ray
Let us our pious zeal conclude;
Some strengthen'd grace, or sin subdu’d. 6 Then we may trust our Father's love, That when we've pass'd these days of
care ; Train’d for his blissful courts abova,
An endless sabbath we shall share.